Alright.
With their little play done, everyone wore their 'stern-face' mask again, looking at the group of developers and military scientists before them.
"Doctor Watson. It's a pleasure to see you again."
"Likewise, your majesty. With you, my job is always a thrill." The 45-year-old Doctor Wattson in a white lab coat and thick glasses, shook Landon's hand excitedly.
He wasn't lying.
Every time Landon comes up with an idea, it's bound to be ground-shattering.
It was the thrill of falling deeper and deeper onto a web of mathematical equations that did it for Wattson.
He swore it was hard to pick which one gave him more pleasure between his job and his wife.
Aye...
Sometimes, the job is that good.
What more could he say?
Adjusting his glasses, Wattson greeted the others. The ministers and other barrack personnel were there too.
And soon, Watson's entire demeanor also changed to business-like.
