Chapter 1447 Purple-Eyed Spy

The man knew that the longer he stayed, the more likely those imbeciles who disturbed his operation would speak out. 

Squinting his eyes, he watched the vehicles leave off into the distance. 

’Since it has come to this, I can only flee first thing in the morning.’

Thinking about all he had already gathered, the man smirked with a playful glint in his eyes.

His holiness must be ecstatic with the info he collected!

Yes!

He had been sent to not only investigate the missing Adonis warriors 3~4 years ago but also to find out why the many backups they sent over seemed to disappear.

That is, there was no word from these people. No return hidden letters, no secret messages left out or anything.

They knew it was most likely Morgany’s work. 

So rather than sending several larger forces to their deaths, they selected a handful, sending them to Pyno. 

However, when these shoes arrived, they were shocked that Pyno now had an additional empire amongst those he knew. 

When did this happen? And how come they weren’t aware of it?

Coming to Baymard, they were even more shocked to see that these Baymardians had signed a treaty with Romain empires like Zalipnia.

The spies all had pale lips when thinking of what the treaty stood for. 

As it stops now, Baymard had signed treaties with the rest of the Pyno empires before branching off to Romain.

In their eyes, the treaty was either a scam from Baymard or a forced decision they came up with after realizing how weak they were. 

A thin tree is no match for the howling winds.

So they should’ve been forced to reach this point with the other Pyno empires.

If they wanted to leave peacefully without wars raging nonstop, doing so was their best option. As for them signing treaties with other Empires out of Pyno, that might not have been Baymard’s idea. 

Just like his Adonis, who are branching out of the continent of Lampe to conquer others… These Pyno lowlifes should also have the same ideas — though their methods are sneaker and full of deceit. 

First, they show goodness, allowing the other empires to lower their guard before striking!

It was clear that Pyno was trying to stand up for the first time in their cowardly history. 

When recalling all the absurd laws like no slavery in the official treaty, he only laughed in disdain. 

Who were they fooling?

How can slavery be abolished?

Impossible!

This should be a trick to let the peasants stand on their sides.

The spy couldn’t imagine a world without slavery. 

That was like imagining a world without water. 

Who would clean the manors? Who would service them at their every beck and call?

And do you really expect them to pay slave wages? 

Sure.

Maybe they bought the slaves a million times cheaper than the work they slaves would do for the rest of their lives. 

But so what?

Wasn’t food and a roof in their manors or homes enough compensation?

As for freedom to move as they liked, why should slaves have it?

The more the spies saw the rules, the more convinced they were that it was all a hoax. 

It has to be! 

After accessing things, the spy was convinced that these people were as slippery as a 3-head eel that looked beautiful on the outside but deadly and toxic on the inside.

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3 A.M 

~Bam!

The spy was back in his hotel room, quickly piloting all his things together.

Though he wanted to use a Baymardian suitcase or luggage, he knew fleeing meant heading back to Lampe. 

And he didn’t want to cause so much attention or cause the morgs or anyone else to shine greedy eyes on his items.

Thus, he chose to use his ordinary sac-bag.

In there, he only took small Baymardian items like toothbrushes, 1 or 2 bars of soap, 1 roll of toilet paper, pens, a few rolled sheets of clear white A4 papers, a jotter, a calendar, sachets of sugar, all the perfume sachet samples he had gathered over time, and a few more that were lightweight. 

He rolled them neatly within his clothes and still kept the rolled items in large travel zip lock bags. Yes!

All these things were proof and evidence to prove to his Holiness that all he said was true. 

He also took a female compact mirror to prove that people in Pyno indeed had glass buildings and windows everywhere.

Without proof, no one would believe it.

He was sure that when he unveiled the compact mirror, many in Lampe might gather together in awe at how clear it was.

Their mirrors were stunned bronze, coppers, and old surfaces. 

So seeing oneself this clear for the first time is too shocking. 

Even he was blown away after seeing what he looked like. 

Was that the face he had been carrying all these years? Why did it seem different from what he thought? 

The polished metal surfaces had a blur to them. Hence it was a shocking factor when looking at the Baymardian mirror. 

Some who thought they were too ugly couldn’t help marveling at how better off they were. 

At least, even if they were ‘ugly,’ it wasn’t to the extent of what they thought. 

All in all, anyone who comes face to face with Baymardian mirrors would be tempted to kneel in awe. 

He also took 2 packs of noodles, tightly rolling them up. There was a tiny traveler’s pack of toothpaste and mouthwash too.

Lastly, he took out lipstick and what they call lipgloss. 

The Alchemists would be pleased to study such things. After all, creating beauty potions and elixirs of immortality was still a hidden agenda for almost all powers in this world. 

The spy thought a lot, gathering all the evidence, including brochures with Baymardian images, carriages, etc.

1, 2, 3… 

The spy flew about his hotel room like crazy. 

He was within district G, a commercial district with a national park, ski resort, and other attractions. 

Though the hotels here weren’t as high-end and lavish as those in District D, they were very comfortable and budget-friendly to those who couldn’t afford high luxury. 

The soy quickly kept his now packed sac aside before heading to the showers. 

The Port opens at 6 A.M. 

And now, it was already 3:57. 

2 more hours to go.