1477 Mr. M!

Giggle. Giggle.

The ladies chuckled, giving the man a last taste of their sweet bodies.

Hmmmm...

Their kisses stung his body, giving an electric thumb in his heart.

Pah!

He soaked their butts one after another as they hastily wore very transparent attires made of knotted rope weaved together.

Well, as whores, their business was to advertise their bodies. That was their market.

And advertise they did.

They giggled and walled out the massive private bed chambers, not caring that the other guards saw them.

The man tied a love of fabric on his waist, walking behind them closely.

"My Lord." The guards guarding his room saluted.

"Go. Take the little ladies to my playroom. Give them anything they desire and treat them like my prized possessions."

As he spoke, he looked at the ladies with burning lust, making them blush. Hey... Even if they were whores, who wouldn't want to fantasize about one day capturing a noble's heart and beckoning one of his wives?

Bubuum.

Each lady felt they had a shot... Especially after hearing him say they were to be treated as prized possessions.

The 39-year-old man with his strong body, handsome face, and wealth was already prince charming in their hearts.

But unbeknownst to them, the moment they turned around, the playful expression on the man grew cold.

"Get in."

The rider followed the man humbly. And though anxious to hear, he dared not.

Don't let his master's previous performance fool you. His master was one of the most vicious people he had set his eyes on.

Mr. M.

His rank in the Society was unfathomable. And his control and power would be deadlier.

His master was a man of many faces. One moment he could kill you, and another, he would be smiling at you.

And within the entirety of Titarian, his master was the 2nd in control of all actions administered by the Society here in this empire.

His master's origins were also very peculiar.

The master was a mixed blood — his mother, a Titarian woman, and his father, a Morg.

He had never seen his mother, though he heard his father rapped and killed his mother after his birth.

But he didn't feel sorry for her.

Who asked her to be a convenient vessel for child making?

From a young age, his father allowed him to grow up in Titarian. However, he was allowed to enter Morgany every 2 and a half years.

Like so, he switched back and forth between places, never feeling left out.

What was more, he was initiated into the Society at a young age.

Thus, his missions and other factors kept him busy.

And now, he has grown up to the age of 39.

His family, A.K.A, his 2 wives, and children were all in Morgany, birthed by Morg women.

Though he was blue, he was far lighter in complexion than the other blue-toned Titarians.

His skin tone did give him off as mixed blood. But all this was part of the plan, making it easier for him to sink his way further into Titarian's empire.

And over the years, he and other mixed bloods carried on their tasks here in Titarian.

At the moment, there was a bigger task for many in Titarian --Assassinating the Crown Prince of Titarian.

For this task, Mr. M had sent his men over, not going in person.

As #2 in Titarian, how could someone of his prestige head out and reveal himself?

No! He chose to lay low and continue his act of being a flower dandy.

No one took him seriously from a young age to now because of his 'playboy nature.'

Week in, week out, he would invite ladies from all walks of life to his estate. He even took the wives of many men too. And had fought over these wives against their husbands, making some ladies choose to abandon their marriages.

Pff~... Bahahahaha~~

For this, he only laughed because after winning the fight, he would keep them in a honeycombed state for at most a week before decisively throwing them out of his estate.

They claimed to love him but wasn't it just for the money?

They abandoned their children and his ads for the money!

Sure enough, he enjoyed his playtime using his dandy role.

The rider swallowed hard while staring at his master, who was completely different from before.

"Speak."

"Yes... Master."

The rider said all he saw and everything he guessed.

And the more he spoke, the more in disbelief Mr. M was.

"Is this a joke? Are you telling me you saw metal ships float?"

The rider nodded vigorously. "Yes, master."

Mr. M quickly rose, staring at his window deep in thought.

And soon, he turned around with a wicked smile plastered on his face.

Giant metal vessels that don't sink?

'I must have them! But first, it's safe to access these strangers. And for that, I'll have to go out in person.' He thought.

"Call in Alucard and the others standing outside."

"Yes, my master."

Good...

Mr. M smiled, calmly dawning a casual-looking attire that ordinary pleasant guards wore.

Hahahhahaha~

'M' was in ecstasy.

If he could get his hands on these things and submit to the Society, not only jump up a rank, but the doors of more opportunities and wealth would be open to him.

More importantly, it was a fact that if there were more than 1 similar item turned in, the tasker could collect 1 or 2 as his or hers.

From the report, many similar metal ships were sailing toward them. So didn't this mean one of these bad boys was already his?

Hehehehehe~

Mr. M was in a good mood, leaving his mansion alongside his most trusted men.

The stablemen brought their horses over.

And soon, they took off, rushing across the streets like crazy.

But... They weren't the only ones who did so.

--City Lord's Palace.--

"What? Ships made of metal? War? Let's go!"

-Other Noble estates.--

"F***! Are you sure you saw things right? If that's the case, what the hell are we waiting for? Move! Move now!"

--Assassin Guilds & Information Houses.--