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Chapter 1453 Thieves & Fraudsters

After the feast and playful bantering, tis’ better for the men to rest up and prepare for the journey ahead. 

They reckoned the journey should take 3 months and 3 weeks with their slaves rowing in these stagnant winds.

It was just right. 

Without Baymardian ships, ordinary rowing ships would take this long or more, depending on their locations. 

If one can recall, from the official Caronian Coastal port to Baymard would take a little over a month of ship travel. 

Luckily, they had just officially crossed Deifer water territory, entering Yodan’s waters. 

Leaving the won’t they docked at and sailing

Again, one shouldn’t forget that Yodan was between Carona and Deiferus. 

Leaving the Deifer port, they docked earlier, and sailing to this point took a little over 4 weeks to achieve. That’s a month. 

Of course, they weren’t in the official Yodan zine yet. 

In another day or so, they should enter the zone between General eaters and Yodan’s. 

Following that, they’ll have to pass Caronian waters and a bit of Arcadinian waters before reaching Baymard. 

So if they were quick, 3 months and 3 weeks should be their arrival date. 

By the end of September, they should arrive at their final destination. 

This was the normal movement, time, and distance for such travels. 

There was nothing medical people could do about this. 

Blame their pace on their rowing slaves for being human and the not-helpful stagnant winds. 

If this was Fall, winter, or even the beginning of Springtime, the heavy winds and storms should aid them by giving a push on their sails.

Of course, if one sailed against the stormy wind currents, the winds could push them back the entire storm, increasing their traveling time. 

Some ships have found themselves completely off track after a storm. Others get sent towards islands instead.

With the situation in windy seasons, one could expect to be helped by nature or pushed back. 

It was a 50-50 chance.

But of course, as skilled sailors and masters of the sea, there were some rowing tactics they could make the slaves perform to keep them on track for a while. 

In these medical times, Captain-Sailing wheels with mechanized rules of pulleys and levers haven’t been invented yet. 

Their entire fate seconded on the slaves rowing the galleys. 

And while things were turbulent in wind times, the opposite could be said for now. 

The wind was nonexistent, letting all the work fall on the slaves rowing the ships.

The little waves below only aided by a little and nothing more. 

Rowing in this hot, boiling weather not only made the slaves sweat buckets, but also caused them to feel exhausted quicker than they would in cooler seasons. 

Row, row, row the boat. 

Their muscles bulged, and their abs clenched. 

Doing such a feat month after month after month was enough to make even the thickest of people develop muscles. 

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3 months, 3 weeks. 

The leaders in both fleets sat around each other, making brief plans and gathering intel from one another about what they knew of their enemy. 

It would 

A few hours of delay shouldn’t change things much. 

The important thing to note was that a month ahead, they would meet the ‘HELP’ assigned to them. 

All 100 war galleys filled with hotblooded warriors would assist them in making a stance in Baymard. 

Dare to hoard such goodies and refuse to give the manufacturing formulary for pens, paper, and other Art-society items?

Then don’t blame them for being rude.

This world was there, and they would take everything by force!

Additionally, it’s clear that these items originally belonged to Morgany. 

So they were just teaching a thief a lesson!

How do they know this? 

Simple. 

Some of their spies had confirmed that Baymard was keeping a genius locked up there. 

It wasn’t the pairs in Baymard that gave out this info. 

No. 

It was the spies around the other Pyno empires who came in contact with Baymardian goods, writing back to them. 

Additionally, a few of the T.O.R.P members seemed to meet with some other enemy spies from other lesser organizations, who revealed the matter to them after torture. 

For now, the truth was not clear whether there was a kidnapped or traitorous Morg Genius there. 

But wasn’t it likey? 

For thousands and thousands of years, Pyno has been nothing but trash.

So how could it change so abruptly if not for one of their own changing it?

Impossible!

They would rather believe pigs can fly than believe such a thing. 

They had indirectly conditioned Pyno and many in the world to be weak and rely on them. 

So how could they suddenly break out of the system without the help of an external factor?

If one is blind, then without the description, words, or help of a person who can see, they will never know what their surroundings look like. 

And in truth, they are right. 

The external helper, Landon, was not from this world. 

He broke through the matrix, showing the others the way. 

In short, he was the One. 

But to the Morgs, that external factor should be another Morg.

That was the only way to explain this madness!

They didn’t believe that all these ideas came from Landon, a lowly person of Pyno. 

Impossible!

These Pyrons were not too smart. 

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As for the matter involving the medical society, they too wouldn’t let Baymard go. 

How dare these frauds treat people without bloodletting or any common sense?

It’s not like they cared about the patients. 

Their worry was that their patients no longer wanted Morgany’s help!

Dare to drag Pyno customers with Morgany?

Who gave these fools the guts?

They, the Morg Society, were not ready to lose such massive amounts of money!

What was even working was that these Baymardians were charging far less. 

They would get paid bags of gold and silver coins and so many rubies, diamonds, sapphire, and whatnot because their reputation was Godly, and their visit was seen as a divine miracle itself. 

But while they were given such large chests of treasures, the Baymardians only wanted 2, 3, or just a handful of silver coins…depending on the procedure or surgery.

Some drugs were even less than this, costing almost nothing.

10,000 Copper coins =100 Silver Coins =1 GOLD. 

In short, 10 Silver coins = 1,000 copper coins!

For some people around Pyno, that was their 2 or 3 months’ salary. 

Baymard didn’t just care about the wealthy but also about the peasants. 

But when it came to the Morgs, they would take hundreds of gold coins, as well as a few silver coins from a single patient. 

Mind you, 1 GOLD = 10,000 Copper! 

So imagine taking a few hundred to treat typhoid?

Of course, diseases weren’t laughing matters.

Illnesses like malaria, typhoid, and the flu whipped out a vast number of the population yearly. 

Thus, many wealthy clients didn’t blink an eye when paying heavy amounts.

The amount wasn’t just for the illnesses but also as a show of gesture and a way to build relationships with the powerful people of Morgany.

Some even gave out chests of money, equivalent to the price of buying an estate, just to show goodwill.

But now that they’re getting and no longer need Morgany’s aid, who would want to keep digging out their precious treasures for nothing?

Morgany only made trips for wealthy clients. 

To gather a bigger reputation, when visiting a wealthy client, they would stay for a week or 2, announcing their presence in the city or town they stayed at. 

From there, other nobles from all around with sick relatives would show up. 

And in that manner, Morgany would make more money once more. 

Sometimes, they added other wealthier clients like this too.

They expanded their network and improved their Godly reputation. 

Even if someone died in their hands during treatment, no one would game them, thinking it was all fate. 

After all, they, the Morgs, were said to have the ability to bring a person close to death back to life. 

And for as long as the Morg Medical society existed. They had succeeded and built an impeccable clientele list of wealthy people and their descendants. 

So how can they not be angry when a majority of their Pyno clients are no longer interested in their services?

Baymard!!!

Those in the Morg society clenched their fists after listening to those in the Art society.

Good… Good… 

What a good Baymard. 

They were both frauds and thieves!!!

How dare they steal Morg information while also stealing their clients?

Shameless!

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Like so, the men prepared to feast and dine for a few more hours before leaving by nightfall. 

They looked forward to teaming up with the 100 war galleys ahead and training Baymard when they least expected it. 

And while they were engaged in battle preparation, the culprit of it all was now squinting his eyes dangerously at the trouble ahead.

The seas where he was, were far quiet. 

Dammit!

Landon cursed.