1724 Baymard! Baymard! Baymard!
With the main agenda out of the way, the host quickly steered the audience towards a new but weak force that was treading on thin ice these days.
Baymard.
Bam!
"Those bastards have messed with us for the very last time!" Some angrily spoke, blasting his fist in the slap in front of him.
"Yes, yes! I agree with Holy Kardinal Julius. Can you believe the nerve... the audacity... the effrontery... the guts... the LIVER of those inferiors, daring to lend a saving hand to those who planned to enslave?"
"They disrupted all our plans in Romain, as well as those in Zohl and Pyno. From what I heard, they created some bloody UN thing that promises to come to the rescue of any attacked nation and allies."
"Indeed. It will be impossible for Baynard alone to do all this. It makes sense that it was the hand of all these empires combined."
Everyone thought so too.
Perhaps the first place they attacked, they did so with the help of one or two Pyno empires.
The more empires they saved the more allies they gathered who later joined them in war to drive invaders from other enslaved empires.
This was what many concluded.
Please!
Do you know how many arrows, barrels of black powder and other machinery and weapons it would take for one empire to drive their forces alone?
To them, a miracle was needed for such a thing.
No one believed the news at all.
"They must be using Baymard as the frontman for dirt work to hide away in the dark." One of the guests started thinking of how Baymard was also pushed forward in Pyno when everyone knows bloody well it is only secured thanks to the combined efforts of all Pyno monarchs who sent guards to Baymard regularly.
There have been reports of seeing not only Pyno Guards, but other guards from UN nations entering Baymard and not returning too.
This only confirmed their suspicions, but knowing these guards were only headed to Baymard for training.
(^■^)
It was a viable conclusion to make since they couldn't make heads or tails on why in Heaven's name Baymard would allow so many foreign guards stationed in its place of not for protection.
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They also thought it was a dumb thing to do since in their heads, the ratio of Baymardian warriors to foreign was 1:3.
This was their rough estimation because out in the Baymardian streets, no one ever saw those in the barracks moving about like so.
Again, don't forget those in the Marine, Coast Guard and Navy corps that also spent their time in their training units within the coastal districts.
Many times even if one saw them moving about on the streets in uniform, people typically assumed they were from other Pyno empires.
All in all, no one except the Baymardian forces knows their true numbers.
Again, unlike many in this era that relies on crude weapons, a single high-grade explosive from Baymard was enough to destroy tens and hundreds in one swoop.
Maybe one would need to gather and compact many barrels of their current black powder to produce that one explosive power.
Of course, no one here knew this, as they were in deep hate with this pesky Baymard.
"It's one thing to know you are weak, and another to keep poking your nose in other people's business. Since this Baymard doesn't know what's good for them, I propose we strike the iron while it's hot!"
Many smiled tactfully before turning their attention on the most honored booth, belonging to the man in a golden mask and his son.
As per usual, when a problem is thrown out in the open, they are allowed to debate and talk about it.
However, the one who makes the call is the Grand Supreme Leader here, his Holy Eminence.
Being the person closest to their God, only he can truly lead them in the spirit to that which is beneficial for them and their Adonis empires (Lampe and Dania).
"Tell them what your thoughts are, heir, and I'll make my decision from there."
With the many women still gluing on his body, Java nodded as calmly as he could before taking another deep breath.
No way!
He couldn't count how many times he released white milk from his little man.
But he would be foolish to release all at the very start.
As said, this was a test.
A man that allowed everything to overflow right from the start was labeled a weak man who shouldn't be given heavy and highly rewarding jobs.
You want a man who can control his bottom half, releasing bits and ounces of fluid if he does release at all.
Some hadn't even released yet, planning to let it all out at the end of the meeting.
That was the only time it was allowed. No one will judge you then for letting it all out.
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Cough, cough~
Java coughed to hide his choking gasp stuck at the back of his throat.
"Everyone, your thoughts are not wrong. For this many empires to join forces with such a puny empire means it has something great to offer that might not necessarily be related to Militia."
Java paused, raising his fingers to the host below, who in turn signaled his men.
Immediately, hundreds of servants entered the booths, delivering items to the group.
The scene unfolded similarly to how the Morgs carried out their meeting on Baymard.
A great number of never seen items were displayed in front of everyone.
Mostly pens, pencils, books, catalog magazines, pamphlets and simple carriable items.
You have to know that after sending so many forces to Pyno with no results for 5 to 6 years back, they began growing very suspicious and decided to send a smaller fleet of scouts told not to attack.
They were told to lay low and gather information, sending news as fast as possible.
That was the best thing any of them could do for Adonis' sake!
