"I'm too tired to see them, so tell them to leave!"

"But my Lord..... they say that it's a message from Hemrew!"

--silence--

"Well don't just stand there!!!!..... send them in immediately, fool!" Nopline bellowed.

For heaven's sake, please let this one be good news.

Please... please.... please!!!

Nopline kept praying silently in his heart, as he watched the other group of messengers make their way into the hall.

Messengers travelling within the empire of Terique, all wore a particular Cape and Crest that they usually wore when going to deliver a message.

Of course for safety reasons, they didn't wear all this during their journey so as not go attract thieves.

But when they are usually in front of the sender or receiver, they had to put on their official attire no matter what.

Messengers had associations spread out throughout the empire, so everyone in Terique knew their official attire.

Hence when the other group of messengers came in and saw the people kneeling on the floor, they instantly knew that those men were also messengers as well.

Eh?

How could one touch a messenger?

Wasn't this against the rules?

Then again, this was the famous Master Nopline that they were talking about... So it was no wonder that the man was lawless.

They all looked at the dead body on the ground and shivered from fear like chickens that were about to be slaughtered.

"G...Good day my lord.

My lord, we have a letter from you from Mr. Hemrew." Said the leader, as he retrieved the letter from his satchel.

Nopline seized the letter and quickly opened it up.

He read it calmly, and soon..... abroad smile could be seen plastered on his face, that completely scared all the messengers silly.

Within their hearts, they also prayed as well.

Some sincerely prayed that Nopline's wrath didn't extend towards them, while others prayed for him to drop dead instead.

"Hahahhahahahha!"

Nopline's hearty laugh quickly filled up the hall, as it echoed throughout the place.

Finally, he had a stroke of Goodluck!

Hmph.... who said that he was cursed?

If he was indeed cursed, then would he even get this sort of information about Baymard without everything going bad?

His luck was clearly good, so why did he look down on himself earlier?

But just to be sure that the letter had indeed been sent by Hemrew, he still questioned the messengers on the matter.

"Let me ask you all... did any of you get to see the man who had sent the letter over?"

"My lord.... out of 7 of us, only 3 of us had seen the man.

He was about this tall, had extremely smooth and fair skin.... as well as a small but visible dark mole above his eyebrows."

"Yes my lord.... and he also wore a scorpion created ring on his finger."

"In addition to that, he also said that we should pass on these words to you: Rulers Of The Night: B7 Number 05."

"That's enough!!!

You all may leave alongside the first set of messengers that came here earlier.

Go now before I change my mind!!" Nopline yelled.

Of course for the messengers that came in previously, they all felt like those words were like heavenly music to their ears.

"Thank you, my lord!

Thank you for your boundless mercy!!"

With that, both groups of messengers left the hall in a hurry, as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Of course listening to those men describe Hemrew, he instantly knew that it wasn't an imposter who sent the letter.

In fact, he was more reassured when he heard the specific message that was passed onto him.

'Rulers Of The Night'

This was a secret brotherhood fraternity that involved himself and a few influential people and from other empires and Continents.

In short, one could only join the club if they were some sort of powerhouse themselves.... and of course, they would never accept those born in royalty as members.

Sure, the members could colonize territories and even take someone's throne and become royalty later on.

That was totally okay with them.

But to be born in royalty would definitely make things more difficult for their clique.

The fraternity consisted of people who became powerhouses on their own, as their shrewdness knew no bounds.

In this fraternity, all 'Brother's could bring in their henchmen for initiation.

But of course, even though these henchmen would never have higher ranks to their masters... they would stop be well taken care of, and live the lives of middle class or high ranking nobles.

So the words that Hemrew had passed on, were; 'Rulers of the Night: B7 Number 05.'

It just meant that within the association, he was the 5th henchmen of Brother 7 (Nopline).

In short, everything else.... especially Hemrew's fraternity ring, made Nopline cast away all doubts about the identity of the person who sent the letter.

Nopline looked at his right-hand man and tapped him happily.

"My lord, is it good news?"

"Hehehhe... it's more than good news, its great News!

For our upcoming battle, we don't have to worry a lot.

I thought that Baymard had some mysterious hidden weapons there.... but from the report, the only mysterious one is the one we already knew about.

It's still stated that they use swords, spears, bows u0026 arrows and even sticks to fight."

"Hahahahahahaha...

My lord, I guess we were worried over nothing."

"Indeed.... all you and the men need to do is follow our game plan."

"No need to worry my lord.

We have faced so many battles throughout the years and have a ton of experience to back up our victory.

So how can a newly established empire defeat us just like that?

Tsk.... my lord, I almost feel bad for them when I think of how we will crush them into smithereens."

"Good... that's the spirit!

Soon, we will defeat them and keep their empire for ourselves.

Hmph!

How dare they think that they could keep such a place all to themselves?

Publicizing their empire already made everyone want it, ap they have no one but themselves to blame.

Come Spring..... we'll show them who's boss!!"