I'm the King Of Technology-Chapter 1739 A Threatened Group

Just like that, time flew by in a flash, with many gearing up for the ultimate battle for domination.

Meanwhile, the many representatives from many UN empires, invited to watch the awesome Cargo plane launch, had long left for their prospective empires to hastily share the good news.

Hurry!

They must hurry back to the Capital, see their monarchs and make plans as fast as possible, not wanting to miss this rare opportunity.

Of course, only Pyno empires had this privilege for the time being, seeing as the distance to other UN nations was too far for the planes to do right now.

But as promised, at most a year later, the good news will surely spread their way.

This was a promise Baymard intended to keep.

Many were jubilating, but in the shadows, a smaller lot were panicked, sweating buckets and buckets of cold sweat cover they thought of things. freewebno(v)el.com

In the small town of Oshire, Baymard, several men wearing head wraps and turbines, now gathered with cold glints in their eyes, seated around a single but elegant-looking Pentagonal table.

Among them, was a future many could hardly recognize, yet if he wore his famous Bronze mask with silver and gold studs, many in Veinitta would be shaking in their boots, too scared to make a sound.

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.~

Very calmly, the man tapped his fingers on the table, causing the others around him to lower their gazes, no one daring to speak.

If not for the many documents on the table, they wouldn't dare sit at the same table as their master.

Only his 10 most trusted aides knew his true identity and face.

He could be standing before his army of killers without a mask, and they will never be able to tell it and him.

Understand that in this gloomy era, there were public influential figures and hidden influential shadow figures who were equally well-known too.

Just like how Death, a well-known assassin with legions of killers under his belt never showed his face to 99% of his men,... their leader who controlled over 350,000 assassins scattered about the Veinitta also never showed his face to anyone other than his 10 most trusted aides and another distinct group of his hidden shadow guards.

Among the 10 trusted aides, 5 of them were here today, because the bizarreness concerning Baymard and Pyno was just too great to pass out verification on.

Bloody hell!

What was their Wing Claw assassin guild built on? Information gathering.

Understand that even though they were killers, nothing was more important than gathering information.

Any info might from their guild, must have been thoroughly investigated and proclaimed true enough that they could bet their lives on it.

Over the last 2 years, they have been getting a few missions involving Pyno, particularly this place called Baymard.

At first, it was a seamlessly easy mission, only one of its kind in the past 6 months.

Some merchants wanted the formula for telephone manufacturing.

Eh? (~_~)

Telephones?

What was that?

They honestly never knew of such a thing and had never heard of it before.

And when the merchant went deeper into examination, everyone in the room laughed so hard they dropped to the floor with some even rolling like babies on their backs.

Excuse me?

Do you think such a godly communication artifact exists and they would still be here sending messengers with letters for months before the messages arrived?

They almost locked him up, wanting to give him a good thrashing for attempting to pull a prank on them.

But the merchant was quick to take out a Baymardian catalog booklet, displaying not just the latest waves of telephones but also so many more artifacts that made their skin twist in disbelief and shock.

Damn!

So it was all true? The merchant also gifted them 2 solar TVs and a few cassettes for them to watch.

Alright. They had to admit that the first time they turned on the first TV, the Volume was so high they almost shot hidden weapons on it. freeweb novel.com

Some even ran into hiding, fearing the TV was a monster unleashing itself on them.

How embarrassing.

No one was calm when the TV was put on, and they soon found themselves watching it for 8 hours straight, too absorbed in the anime TV show called Naruto.

Ninjas!

Isn't that what they do as assassins?

Damn!

Some people even saw their moves displayed on TV and were so shocked they stood up, pointing it out like fanboys!

(^_^)

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Everything about what they saw made them realize just how true the merchant's words were.

The merchant seemed also very salty with the fact that prices for wholesale exportation were different for non-UN empires.

In truth, Baymard sold everything far too cheap in his opinion.

What's more, their exportation process is also very reasonable and very cheap compared to the ruthless ways many nations and empires did things.

Heck!

If it was Morgany who owned everything Baymard had, you best believe no peasants would ever be able to touch a pencil in their lives.

Baymard sold 15 pencils for 2 Bays.

Now, the price of 1 Copper coin is equivalent to 0.73 Bay.

(1 CC =0.73 Bays.)

So 15 pencils cost 2.74 CC.... roughly 3 CC (copper coins.)

This was too cheap, something everyone in the world, even beggars could afford.

What's more, the whole pencil set can last six months to a year or 2, depending on how frequently one uses it.

In the end, you would be paying 3 copper coins for a minimum 6-month-use duration.

Tsk.

If it were the rich owning such pencils, they would charge no less than 5 silver coins for just 1 pencil on the set.

Don't forget that 1 SC =100 CC.

So 8, would no doubt cost 800 Copper coins!

F***!

The monthly wages for commoners across the world outside Baymard is between 250~450 copper coins.

If you charge 800 copper coins for a single f**king pencil, it's no wonder peasants would remain illiterate.

Baymard, Baymard, Baymard... it was all them!

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