Chapter 1491 Now, They Know

Chapter 1491 Now, They Know Step by step, the man in black took center stage, standing before the massive Megaphone.

Today, he was the host of this sudden meeting.

"Your majesty Kavien, his royal highnesses, and many influential esteemed guests... It is our pleasure to welcome you all here. And just as many of you have guessed, today's matter is far beyond our expectations but must be stopped! And that's why you're all here!"

The host's words made many tremble with fierce expressions.

And once again, their interest in the items covered in thick blankets of fabric made their hands urge to yank the damn cloth away.

Heh.

The host smirked, knowing that his words had captured their every emotion, making many lean forward subconsciously.

And with a snap of his fingers, he sent all 4 people beside him towards all 4 tables scattered on the stage.

The women and men held the corners of the fabrics, waiting to pull them off once he gave the signal.

"For thousands and thousands of years, we, the Morgs, have remained untouchable. We are the lawmakers whose words are akin to heavenly orders that cannot be disobeyed!... Yet, not too long ago, a puny rat was found, poking its head in our garden of paradise!"

As the host spoke, the murderous air in the room suddenly intensified.

A rat?

Where did this stinky thing come from?

Eh?

Blink. Blink...

Could it be Adonis?

(°×°)

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Those who didn't know were already making multiple guesses at heart. Some had been too cooked up with the many Morg research projects and discoveries that such news was the first time they heard of it.

But whether they were right or not, only the host could verify such.

'Say... Who are the rats?'

~Snap!

The hist snapped his fingers, and the pieces of fabrics were all drawn out simultaneously.

"Baymard!... Our strange new enemy happens to be a small newly formed empire in Pyno!"

What???!!!!!

Many almost rose to their feet in shock and disbelief.

Pyno? That useless place? If there was indeed such an enemy, then wasn't it enough to send a few fleets to finish them up?

Many had different types of books with them.

"In and on the inner and outer backs of these books are a few things called the Times table, Emergency Phone numbers, and Calendars, to say the least."

Eh?

Emergency phone numbers?

Pray tell... What exactly was a bone number?

The more they heard, the more many felt their heads swelling in disbelief.

What? You say with these phone numbers they can talk to each other from far distances right in the comfort of their homes?

Wasn't this just sorcery? How can such a thing exist?

Someone couldn't take it anymore, smacking his attest hard and yelling out his incredulity.

"I don't believe it! Do you know what you're talking about? Who has seen these things happen eye to eye? Are your scouts very trustworthy if they can bring back such ridiculous news?"

"I agree. It's just too impossible!" Another famous researcher added.

"I second that. How true is this news? Why do I find it hard to believe?"

Yeah!

They were the top power holders with surplus resources and manpower to create wonders. So if they couldn't do it, they didn't believe a useless Pyno would be able to accomplish such a feat.

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"Enough!!" Kavien's bellow quieted down the skeptic crowd.

"I, Monarch of Abian, can attest to this being true. But if you're shocked with only this much, what will you say about the rest of the items and news we've gathered so far?"

Everyone's face turned distorted.

Baymard... Baymard!... Such a place in a worthless empire could do it. Then what was stopping them from doing it too?

The only consolation they had was that Baymard had indeed stolen the many ideas from them.

How, you asked?

Well... This was all because they had caught genius Morgans and chained them up in their dungeons, peeling off every layer of information to create these many masterpieces.

Kavien narrowed his gaze on the items before him.

Thankfully, they had sent many war vessels to accompany the Arts society to unleash havoc in Baymard.

Their top priority was to steal the manufacturing processes of these items, as well as find the captured Morgs and rescue them immediately!

Yes...

This time, Baymard was done!