Chapter 804 - Marlo Jones, A.K.A, The Baker!

Death lay on the couch in a relaxed manner while grabbing an apple from the fruit tray at the center of the table.

He looked so chill as if this was his own office.

William was already used to Death's laid-back personality.

This uncle of his used to be his father's subordinate.

And after he came of age, his father assigned Mr. Death under him to be his biggest hidden force within Arcadina.

'Crunch!'

Death chewed in his apple playfully.

"Young master, one my way here, I heard some very amusing news.

So seeing that you sent for me, I take it you want me to deal with your best problems right?"

William looked at him and smiled broadly.

"Uncle, some people think that I'm just here for show.

So what else can I do?

They were so quick to forget that I personally executed Alec and some other nobles a few months ago.

Now, they even dared to call me a paper hangol thinking that I was just lucky.

Sure, the Baymardians aided me a lot.

But they are not my opponents."

Death stared at William and smiled mysteriously.

"Young master, say no more.

I'll take care of it.

But I just want to ask, how much fun can I have with them?"

"Uncle, you can play to your heart's content.

But you can't kill them.

Anything else goes, provided you don't kill them or disable them."

"Young master, when did I say that I'll kill them?

When have I ever been so bad?

I'm a law-abiding citizen who just wants to play with them a bit.

So how am I bad?

That said, when can I start?"

"_"

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Law-abiding citizen?

'Pui!'

Death's smile truly resembled that of a devil's right now.

He couldn't wait to play with his new toys.

Sigh, it has been so long since he had interesting toys like prince Connor and the late prince James.

Hopefully, this batch of people were as exciting as the previous ones.

Obviously, as his young master had ordered, he wouldn't kill them.

But what he would do would still make them wish that they were dead instead.

Heh-heh-heh!

William shook his head and looked at Death helplessly.

He could only secretly light up candles in his heart for those nobles.

He more than anyone else knew what his uncle was capable of.

He was already too busy to fully concentrate on those idiots.

So with Death's aid, all he had to do was sit and wait for the results.

William and Death discussed for a bit more, before finally ending their little meeting.

William had noticed too many issues that needed to be cut from the roots.

Of course, he wasn't the only one facing such dilemmas.

Far away, someone else was in a bind as well.

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--Capital City, Baymard--

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In a large waiting room, 2 soldiers were currently seated there patiently.

One crossed his arms and closed his eyes, while the other took out a book to read.

And all that could be heard was the sounds of the loud wall clock.

'Tic-Toc-Tic-Toc'

Both soldiers sat in absolute silence.

And soon, the steady sounds of footsteps disrupted the clock's musical piece.

The soldier who was reading a book closed it, while the other opened his eyes to take a look.

"Captain Phill, Captain Beatrice, your majesty will see you now.

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Both soldiers stood up in a flash and made their way towards Landon's office.

Why were they here?

To deliver messages from Terique.

That's right.

They were part of the group that was assigned to deliver messages to and fro Terique.

After this, another team will pick up the task of delivering messages for a short while.

30% of the soldiers would pick up such tasks at least once a year, based on the scheduling.

Some might only have the opportunity to take such missions next year or the year before that.

These missions were ranked highly because letters and other secrets are traded by the rulers from one empire to another.

So if it falls into the wrong hands, then it could be too disastrous.

Anyway, message delivery was fast because the soldiers used both the sh.i.p.s and army trucks to get them to the Capital cities of Terique and Arcadina.

Currently, a team of 12 were sent to Terique to deliver some messages to Micheal, as well as to the soldiers that were sent there to aid Micheal in cleaning up Terique.

So now that the message delivering team was back, Landon expected to receive the replies and reports from those in Terique.

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Both soldiers silently followed one of Landon's secretaries, until they were right before his door.

To put it more simply, they were now standing in a mini-office that was meant for secretaries.

And apart from the one leading them, there were 2 more secretaries there.

The one leading them first went into his majesty's office for a bit before ushering them in.

And the moment they were in the presence of his majesty, they gave a proud military salute, presented the mail and stood there silently with their hands behind their backs.

"Good job!

You're dismissed."

"Yes sir!"

With that, the soldiers left the room.

Landon calmly opened the first few letters and read them.

It was mostly about the progress of things so far.

Once more Landon was happy that Baymard was getting richer.

With Nopline dead, his mountains of wealth in all his numerous estates within Terique would be shared between Terique and Baymard.

And as agreed upon, Baymard would take 65%, and the rest would be left for the Teriquen government to loot.

At first glance, it might seem unfair to Terique, but was it really?

Firstly, Nopline wasn't the only one who got killed or executed.

There was Kamara and Micheal's brother, John.

One should know that these 2 also had secret bases around the empire too.

But Landon had decided not to take anything property from them because he believed that their wealth should go to Micheal since it was his late ex-wife and late brother they are talking about here.

So Micheal had the right to inherit it

Of course, he and Micheal also agreed to give John's current wife some money as well.

The poor woman had suffered alone for all these years.

Ever since she married John decades ago, John had never touched her.

He only married her for pretense while still seeing Kamara.

So the woman had never born a child for John.

She was just an innocent widow who turned into John's punching bag.

It was only right that she kept the main estate and some of the wealth.

As for the wages of the guards and servants, Micheal agreed to pay them until she decided to remarry or decline his offer because of a job or something like that.

Again, apart from that one estate, all the other estates belonging to Kamara and John would also belong to Micheal as government property.

Essentially, Baymard was the one getting the short end of the stick here.

So Michael gave them 60% of Nopline's monetary wealth as compensation.

But all his estates, sh.i.p.s, properties and land will belong to Terique, including that 40% of his treasures.

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Landon finished reading several more letters until he stumbled upon the last one.

His expression turned serious after reading it.

His hands trembled violently just picturing what he read.

This was truly a cruel and sick world.

Well, he better get someone to deal with this right away.

With that, Landon picked up his phone to call the barracks.

'Not so fast host.'

'Ding!'

'New side mission: Capture Marlo Jones, A.K.A The Baker.

Reward: all Knowledge on Forensic Facial Reconstruction.

Punishment: Death.

Deadline: 1 month.

Note: This is the deadliest psychopath within the Pyno continent and is more deadly than any of those in the Host's prison.

Mind you host, he is also one of the smartest.

So this system wishes you good luck, because you're going to need all of it.'

--silence--

'System, you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?'

'Host, why can't this system understand you?

This system is just sending out missions as planned, so whatever do you mean?'

Landon was really at loss with such a shameless lying system.

(>-_-)

'system, do I look like a child to you?

You're definitely doing it on purpose.'

'Host, do I strike you like such a system?

If you have evidence them sue me!

If not, just go do your mission.

This system has a clear conscience and has nothing to hide.

So this system is innocent and has nothing else to say.'

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London retracted his hands from his office phone and looked heavenward.

One day he would really sue this bloody system.

He definitely had an enemy in the heavens.

Or else how could he be stuck with such a system?

It just wasn't fair!