I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1557: The Night Was Young!

Not many could deserve to sit beside the other 2. But Red Beard was in a league of his own, with enough power to rival the duo seated.

What's more, his position in the T.O.E.P was also eye-jarring.

So how could they not show him respect?

Famous Art Society Member, Marcus Perquo, was seated in a slanted manner with a silver goblet in his hand.

He looked at Red Beard lazily, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

As for Benvolio Higgins, the number 17 top on the Medical Society list, also rested his eyes on Red Beard with brief scrutiny.

'As expected of the one many call Red Devil. Even his stare is enough to make a big man like myself stay vigilant.'

What a beast!

Benvolio couldn't help sitting up, more appreciative of the Society for sending this guy to aid them in their battle.

You have to know that for several weeks, they had long joined up with Red Beard's fleet of 100 galleys, sailing together as planned.

But would you believe it if they said all this while the infamous Red Devil hadn't shown up once?

Instead, he had been sending his most trusted aides to finalize things with them.

They made plans on what attack strategies to use, as well as went over all major pieces of information without seeing him once.

He was like a ghost, having his invisible hands stretch over everything.

Of course, they also heard a lot about the Red Devil, who by the way was a Training maniac.

He would rather train all day than come to see them.

He, Red Beard, spent most of his time training like a machine. It was like he was addicted to it.

Over the many years, he hardly gave face to anyone except those at the very top.

So if his subordinates could handle things, why bother wasting his time?

Even now that he arrived, you best believe he wouldn't stay here for more than 5 minutes unless he truly had to.

In short, the man's character was arrogant and easily upsetting for those who didn't know him.

But even so, rather than being disgusted, they revered him instead.

All geniuses had their own quirks, earning the right to be arrogant.

So what about it?

They too were geniuses in their perspective fields, having their own radical behaviors too. That's why they understood him completely.

If this were modern times, the sentence: Game recognizes Game would hold true to their lot.

Either way, having such a fierce devil on their side was a guaranteed success for their mission.

The duo smirked, already imagining how they would confront that frauding and thieving bastard soon.

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"The time has come. In a couple of hours, we should hit Baymard's shores." Marcus commented, gesturing at the massive sea map before them.

The map had several labels and lines on them, as well as various x's posted in several spots.

If they were to turn left from where they currently stood and sailed further to the open seas out of Pyno's perimeter, they would reach the spot called the 'Green swirler.' Google seaʀᴄh novelenglish.net . (f)ire.ɴet

On the map, it was presented by several x's and twirling lines.

Again, to ensure they knew the right soot, they referenced the North Star's astral viewings and many more essential aspects too.

A ship's speed was measured in knots.

So everyone also knew how many knots it would take to get to these paths, as well as how long it would take too.

Additionally, creatures seen or well known to these water areas were listed on the maps in well-known abbreviated ways.

"We hit the shored 2 hours, 45 minutes from now."

"1 A.M." Benvolio intercepted. "Our men are ready. So I trust your side is ready as well?"

"Naturally." Red Beard replied, pointing at several points along the shores.

"Once more, as per the plan, we'll break apart, attacking from all regions across these so-called Baymardian Coastal Districts."

"Right."

As of now, they planned to hit Districts 'I' and 'L' harder than the rest.

Why? Because District 'I' was where the official visitor port was, and District 'L' seemed to be a barrack posting site focused on training what they call police officers (Navy) there.

That's what their intel relayed.

They also had to be on the lookout for the mysterious close-range weapons that could fry one's insides upon contact.

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One should know that the reason they wanted to take down this barrack fast was to take advantage of their surprise move and eliminate as many enemy knights as they could before the enemies far into the city rushed over as backup.

As for infiltrating via land, they didn't want to.

Baymard has long expanded its territories, and sneaking in such a large number of knights would've already ruined the element of surprise.

What was their priority? The Capital city.

They planned to enter from the coastal regions before heading to the main wall dividing the Capital city from the other Baymardian territories.

There, they would close the city walls and barricade the place, adequately take over the city next noon.

Once they take over and reveal their identities as Morgs, any neighboring Pyno empire wouldn't dare to blatantly go head to head with them knowing it was suicide.

Marcus suddenly recalled how he was embarrassed by the little brat who ruled this empire several years back.

The brat dared to turn in the manufacturing methods for the Baymardian papers, pens, pencils, and many other items.

He was disgraced and thrown out like a homeless dog before a massive gathering of peasants.

When has he, the number one master in the Arts society, ever faced such blatant disrespect?

Even the late Alec Barn had to humble himself before him.

So how dare the little limp belittle him so?

Marcus clenched his goblin, imagining he was strangling the bastard.

But he wasn't the only one. Both Red Beard and Benvolio wanted a piece of Landon's flesh too.

For this battle, they had preferred to bring out all of Morgany's latest military inventions.

Huh!

They would like to see how these bastards would fare against the mighty Ballista.

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No more talking.

The trio stood in tactful understanding.

"Gentlemen, tonight we strike!"