1163 A Man That Must Be Stopped!

"I'm Captain Killian, here to assist!"

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Death looked at the Baymardians with a deep smile on his face.

Well, he did find them all very interesting.

Even the ones he met in the Capital while doing work for William were always serious, as if someone owed them money.

When not on duty, they were indeed lax, as he, himself, had drunk with a few of them.

But during working times, it was as if they were always preparing for some end of the world war or something.

Hell! He doubted he could make them laugh on duty... Well, at least the ones he had always been meeting seemed so serious.

Death shook his head wryly and curbed his sadistic nature.

He did promise William that he would cooperate and act as an 'official' carrying the actions of Arcadina's Monarch.

So he and the rest couldn't keep acting as they did when they used to be in holding all those years.

They had a massive weight on their shoulders.

And their every move would tell people just what sort of ruler Arcadina had.

Thus, Death had to act like a proper official.

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Death shoved his hands forward and shook Baymardian Captain Killian's hands firmly.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice. I'm Mr. Death. And I'm in charge of the operation here." Death said while leading Killian away from the rain.

The duo then started talking, making small talk, while making their way into one of the Baymardian vehicles.

Yes.

Even though the Baymardians were serious on duty, it was crucial for them to be familiar with their allies before they began operations.

They were about to enter a life or death situation with one another.

So Bonding was essential.

Who knows... Some might make long-lasting friendships after this.

At least, now that they weren't standing guard or directly talking about the plans, they could afford to make small talk now and then to get to know Death and his men.

With that, Killian and Death talked a bit while seated within one of the Baymardian vehicles.

And since they had just been under the rain, a hot cup of tea, coffee or any other beverages available was served to them... As well as to the other Arcadinians too.

Even though these Arcadinians sheltered themselves in the caves during the heavy rainstorm, it was still cold as hell.

The fire they made within the caves could relieve them for a bit, but wouldn't take away all the cold.

Additionally, there were still some scouts outside in this heavy weather, lying underneath the trees.

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Winter had just passed, and even though it was now spring, the trees hadn't grown into their full luscious figure yet.

One could see the leaves started to take their place on the various tree branches.

Of course, some trees had grown luscious enough that one could have on them.

While other trees were still scanty, making the scouts still on the newly sprouted bushes below.

Either way, the scouts were all out there for hours, changing shifts every now and then.

Fortunately, even within their scouting locations, they built fake nests, and so on... Not only for camouflage but to also ensure that the rain didn't directly fall onto them, causing them to catch a cold or get high temperatures.

One could see that their work was very much intense no matter the weather.

Thus, a nice hot cup of beverage wouldn't be too bad, right?

Very quickly, the Baymardians also worked alongside their allies to give a few hot beverages and energy-boosting snacks rich with proteins and vitamins.

And while all this was going on, Death, his main team, Killian and a few other Baymardians all gathered around the table in one of the vehicles.

With that, Death took out the map of Profus city, unrolling it and spreading it across the table for all to see.

At the same time, his men passed on several other documents too.

Yes. Just like the Baymardians, Arcadinians had learnt to start putting things on paper for each meeting as well.

For meetings involving booth battle generals, only the direct team controlled by these generals would be present.

And for dealing with Baron Cain on such short notice, they didn't think there would be more than 10 Baymardians in this meeting.

Thus they made only 15 copies of each document for the Baymardians.

And as expected, only 7 Baymardians were present for this private meeting.

Now, with everyone holding their documents, Death took a sip from his tea, cleared his throat and began.

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"Baron Cain!

That is our target."

Everyone looked at the chubby man in the portrait as if trying to deeply imprint his image in their hearts.

"Baron Cain. A man who came from a high-ranking noble family and should've received a higher Noble title than a 'Baron.'

But, all through his life, he had been smashed by the late Alex Barn, who ensured that he remained a Baron, even though his family members were all Marquesses and Earls.

But he had been kept at one of the lowest titles, a Baron.

Of course, he had never been content and had also secretly opposed the late Alec Barn on several occasions too.

One could say that we took care of one of his long-time dreams by killing Alec Barn.

We had eliminated the main person getting in his way.

And rather than being fearful of us, it seems that our target took another approach to things.

Yes. He still looks down on us.

Who knows... Maybe he thinks it's a fluke that we were able to achieve what he couldn't.

Or maybe he isn't convinced because of his Majesty William Barn's young age.

Again, maybe he has powerful friends by his side to help him face us instead.

Whatever his reasons are, he seems not to fear our retaliation.

And thus, he wants to unite the Western regions and create his own empire!

Baron Cain.

This is a man with big dreams that must be stopped!"