I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1820 Finally Here!

Chapter 1820  Finally Here!

Looking at himself in the mirror, Daymon nodded in satisfaction. He often felt like the most good-looking man in Pyno, due to his complexion being so light. He was a half breed, part Tenolian and part Pyron. People from Tenola have naturally snowy pale skin. It was because he was half Tenolian that his skin was fairer and shone brightly under the sun. Ever since he came here, many women have turned their attention to him because of his stunning complexion and good looks. But why did he come to Pyno? Why did he return to Yodan, his ancestral home? "Gentlemen… please, take a seat… in fact, take several seats… my home is yours," Daymon encouraged, with a broad smile on his lips.

Standing before him was a famous group within his organization. They were called the Vites. They were a cruel dispatch group that is said to have members of over 50,000 in their department. Understand this. The TOEP had various departments and sectors within the organization. But when mistakes or accidents happen, who do you send to clean it all up? Of course, you send the Vites! They answer to no one except the 6 TOEP Godfathers. The 3 Morg monarchs, the Pirate ruler, and the 2 godfathers no one knows their real identities, except the other 4. The Vites answered directly to these 6, and ate ruthless killing machines with no emotions. They are so faithful that during their tests of acceptance, they are asked to kill targets or people close to them to see if they can do it. Some have killed their mothers they loved so dearly with their lives, others killed their dogs, some have killed their sons and even their fathers. To be a Vite, means you must put the orders of the 6 above all other matters. Typically, the Vites are a cleanup group that go around cleaning up/killing rogue TOEP and their fleets. So you can imagine how dumbfounded and weak in the knees Daymon was when he got a message months back telling him the Vites would come to help him take the throne. It seems his taking the throne is a very important matter to his superiors. He thought by now, Arcadina and other territories would belong to the TOEP, but it seems all over Pyno, nothing was going according to plan. The Vites! They wore white ghastly masks, with animal carvings on them. Their attires were black, from head to toe. Not even their fingers, ears or even a strand of hair could be seen. Even though he told them to sit, they all stood behind one, who wore a unique mask from the others. He sat on the most decorated seat in the room, which should be Daymon's. But how dare Daymon complain? truth be told, he was a little nervous being in their presence. Uliticus stood beside him with an expressionless face. Daymon wanted to offer them beverages, but the leader's heavy voice made him swallow his words down his throat. "Daymon MacLaine, I take it you already know why we're here, so we'll make today's talk shorter." "In 9 days, you will rule Yodan,'' the lead man continued. "During this time, it's best to stay out of our way and be the good dog that waits to play their part. Is that understood?" Daymon who has always shown a fearless look, now nodded like a helpless kitten. Who can blame him? The aura the group was emitting was so great that it gave him the chills. 'Why does my back feel cold all of a sudden? Is it wet? Strange, I don't recall getting out of the shower before meeting them.' Daymon felt his body was sticky and wet. The terrifying chills the group sent out made his body reach this way. Despite being insulted, he didn't even notice or care about how much they looked down on him. If anything, he was in awe to be in their presence. Why? Because in today's world, the strong were revered. .

"Pardon me… Vites, so you do not require my assistance? I do have men–" "We do not need you weaklings you call men." Sorry. But even though Uliticus and others under Daymon have been privileged to train in Morgany every now and then, how can they be as skilled as true Morgs who have had to train in their secret arts since young? Unlike Uliticus's group who only trained in Morgany every few years, they who were born in Morgany trained in Morgany whenever they felt like it. Even when making their presence known tonight, they made little to no efforts sneaking in, shocking Daymon's men. So forgive them for looking down on his men. Just how we're such weaklings able to help them during their mission? If anything, they might become burdens for them instead. What's more, they must finish solving Daymon's matter, so they can rush to Arcadina and also take care of Sebastien's matter too. If not that they were close to Pyno after their last assignment, they would never have to deal with such tasks that are far beneath them. Lastly, after dealing with Sebastien Barn's matter, they must then branch to Baymard and lay in wait for the incoming fleets coming for war. Of course during that time, they will gather info, as well as visit a few people in Baymardian imprisonment. With so much to do, they really didn't have time to waste on such simple matters like Daymon's. .

Daymon smiled molar to molar while taking in their instructions. "Understood. I will arrange for your accommodations at once." "No need…" The leader slowly took to his feet, and all Daymon could see were shadows vanishing into the dark, out the balcony. It seems they have their hideout within the Capital city that they could rest their heads in. Well, it was indeed a safe idea to have them living out of his estate. He knew Sirius has always had people keeping a watch on him. So if Sirius should get any clues of their arrival, it would truly disrupt their plans. Of course, he didn't think the Vites would lose even if they were discovered. What he didn't want was for the time-lime to get prolonged. What? Didn't you hear them? In 9 days, he will finally sit on the throne. He didn't want 9 days to run into 11 or even 15 days. The job will eventually get done since it's the Vites assigned to it. But he didn't want it prolonged. And when he was sure his guests had left, Daymon finally opened his mouth, letting a hearty laugh out. Bahahahhahahahha~

Daymon held his belly, and fell into his seat in laughter. "Uliticus, Uliticus… Can you believe it? Can you believe that in 9 days I, Daymon MacLaine will be Yodan's Monarch?" Uliticus also had a broad smile on his patchy lips, "Aye… Young master. You deserve it. Tis' truly a thing of joy."

Thing of joy indeed. This was the best news Daymon heard in a long time. (^π^)

"Uliticus… it seems we must prepare for my hasty Coronation. But remember, it must be done in secret!" "As you wish, young master."

Like so, a storm was about to blow in Yodan. Meanwhile, back in Baymard, the esteemed guests many were waiting for, had finally arrived!