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Chapter 1867  An Unexpected Union

One hour later, Old man McKenzie and Tilda had cto an agreement.

"You have my word, we will support you when the tcomes."

McKenzie's eyes throbbed, "then you have my full support and loyalty, as well as that of my family's."

"Good…" Tilda smiled underneath her mask. "Now that your family has decided to step up the ranks, they'll be undergoing an even harder stream of training starting tomorrow. And a month later, they will receive their first assignments."

"You won't be disappointed, your highness!"

With that, Old man McKenzie rose to his feet, nodded and left the space with a lighter expression than when he first cin.

Miranda cin once more, watching Tilda slowly rise to her feet and to stare out the majestic glass window that allows her to see the outside world but makes it difficult for those outside to see her.

"What do you think?"

"I trust my sight, your highness." Miranda replied, with her hands firmly behind her back. "The old man will not fail the test."

Tilda chuckled lightly, "I think so too… For now, we'll just have to wait and see. In the meantime, has news cfrom Rickshaw town?"

Miranda shook her head sideways, "Nothing, your highness. We still haven't gotten word from Blake."

Tilda's expression behind her mask stayed the same, but the worry in her tone was evident. "Send word to Khalea and her Phoenix unit. Tonight, they leave for Rickshaw Town."

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Miranda nodded in admiration before briskly leaving the Office Room. Miranda, as well as many Baymardian soldiers, were often amazed at how intelligent and decisive Tilda was. She was a kind but not foolishly kind, a quick learner, a leader who loved getting hands on just like the man they all respected the most in their lives, his Majesty Landon Barn. Sure enough, his Majesty Landon had a true knack for training disciples. Who among them here didn't know she was his Majesty Landon's second disciple?

Just like that, Tilda was slowly growing her forces in the dark as planned. And years later, Old man McKenzie would be called McKenzie the wise for the decision he made today of giving Tilda his absolute. Taking a seat once more, Tilda slowly drummed her fingers on the table deep in thought, while going over another note he received a day ago.

'It seems the raid on GhandShoff Camp was a success… For now, we must not attack any more camps.'

Tilda thought it was wise to do so. After many months of attacking and rescuing, the big man on top, Lord Castello, must have definitely heard the news of her attacks by now. This is the the will make his move, pouring all his fury on any of her men he captures. That's why during the upcoming summer and Fall seasons, they must remain dormant, only gathering intel and gaining strength in numbers through different means. Tilda massaged her chin thoughtfully, thinking this might just be the tthey need to observe her dear father and half-siblings even more.

At the moment, she had the upper hand, since she was in the dark, and they didn't even know of her existence. Read Web s Online Free - Fire Fire -

'Father, brothers, sisters… I hope you're ready for me.'

Tflew by in a blink of an eye, with many moving more frequently than ever due to the warmer weather. However, it wasn't just Dafaren kicking up a storm in this hot period. No~... the waters were also rowdy with activity, as men and powerhouses of all sorts took to the seas to begin conquest. Empires moved, clans trembled and organizations stretched their hands forth with greedy intentions at heart. And right now along the high seas, two powerful forces met.

…

Swash~

The salty waves clashed against the ships with a gentle touch. The air was salty, the sun was high, and the clouds white and soft. The seas cwith her freedom, stretching forth in a beautiful canvas for as far as the eyes could. Fish jumped out from tto time, alongside various stronger and larger sea creatures too. Well, all of this would have been a pretty sight to be

Dammit! Several burly men on one side, stared viscously as the other equally barely men on the other side.

Capoi!!~

Several people spat with distaste in their mouths, gripping their weapons tight, ready to strike if they spot anything fishy. On a typical day, both sides would have been fighting, neck-deep in battle. But not this time. For you see, they have already been fighting for 30 minutes now, before a single word slip-up from the other side caused both sides to halt the battle. "STAND DOWN."

The orders caused the metal clashing and groggy voices from everyone to pause. The leaders who were fighting the leaders in the other camp, now stood squarely, staring at each other with an unfathomable light. Who would have known that one word could cause a sudden temporary truce between both sides? One word – BAYMARD. …

Salty.

Gillinghan spat on the creaky floors, feeling his throat overly dry. His body was cloaked in sweat and his heart rate was still beating loudly from the short but intense battle just now. Maudy, who was wearing purple battle robes, also found himself in the safe predicament. Soon, a table was brought to the center of the deck, and both men then took to their seats. "Tell me… you said you were on your way to Baymard with your fleet?" "Of course," Maudy replied, his distaste for Gillinghan very obvious. Well, both sides didn't bother to hide their disgust. They both showed their true feelings they had towards each other.

The corners of Gillinghan's lips raised high, "What a coincidence, we are heading there too." This time, it was Maudy's turn to get shocked. But in just a split second, his expression recovered. Indeed, it seems Baymard has made quite a lot of enemies, other than they. Knowing this seems to put Maudy in a good mood. "A truce, you say?" Maudy questioned, massaging his thick half-done plaited beard. Indeed, a truce would be beneficial for them now. Although they were confident in their plan for conquest, that Baymard was quite a shrewd little place. As the distasteful people they were working with, it wouldn't be late to kill them off after Baymard was dealt with. Maudy's mind was spinning with calculations, and so was Gillinghan. Both parties thought of burning their bridges after crossing them. However, no matter what their later plans were, one thing was evident – both forces had now formed a temporary truce for the first tin their long history. Today, the Morgs on their way for war against Baymard, met the Adonis fleet, who were also on their way to Baymard for war! It seemed both sides had enough of Baymard's continuous nosy behavior of always budding into their plans. By now, Adonis would have taken over many empires like Zalipnia in Romain, but their plans were all thwarted by Baymard. Morgany would have kept their people on several thrones, and also kept many of their sources of money firmly in their pockets if not for Baymard's intervention. In the end, Baymard was a force they decided must go! As for who gets Baymard after they deal with its monarchs and its supporters, well… they would just have to cross that bridge when they get there, won't they?