The atmosphere was tense, and everyone's emotions were riding high.

Poison Blade and the others all looked at Scarface deeply.

"Boss! I suspect that the captured Morg genius that created this all should be here in Baymard!" Said another.

Poison Blade nodded in agreement with his fingers against his chin: "Yes, Boss. I think he's right. The genius should still be here in Baymard... Let's analyze the situation a bit more." Poison Blade said while calmly walking towards the massive floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

And everyone also diligently listened in too.

Poison Blade was the 2nd in command, and the level of respect they all gave him was high as well.

He was thinner than most of them, with a lean body fit that made him more flexible than the rest. 

His eyes were a violet shade, and his natural hair was also violet in colour too.

But because of his duty as an assassin, he had to dye his hair using plants and paint pigments, giving it a shade very close to black.

Yes. Even though he always covered his hair and never revealed it out when wearing his entire body assassin suits, it was still important to dye it just in case of emergencies.

You know, if his mask got taken off during battle, even if he hid his face and fled, his hair would still be visible.

And this might make the enemy's search for them easier.

Of course in Pyno, people typically had Blue, Green, Red, Blond, Brown and Black hair.

So Violet or something close to purple was sometimes rare here. 

Hell! One would spot them quickly with that hair.

Poison Blade was a very handsome man who was both lean and tall too.

As for his nickname, heh... It should be obvious why he was called that.

And as for their Boss, Scarface, it wasn't that his face was scarred.

No... It was his scalp that was scared instead. 

His scalp looked like someone had tried to stitch several different pieces of human flesh on it.

And needless to say, he was bald too.

But when on the job, he wore a wig made from human hair and secured it with a scarf, piece of rope or anything that could keep it in place.

.

Poison Blade stared at the bubbling city, wishing that he could poison them all to death.

And after looking out for a bit, he coldly turned around and stood beside his leader, who was sitting on a single chair.

Scarface crossed his arms and legs, waiting for Poison Blade to do his thing.

And as he expected, Poison Blade didn't disappoint him at all.

"Alright. Let's assess the matter. The other empires use Baymard as both an experimental place and a shield for any dangers that should've come their way. So you see, while Baymard deceives and draws everyone's attention by making fridges and whatnot, the other empires are busy designing and implementing real weapons like the Catapult. They are indeed smart to go about things in this manner. And for sure, their schemes and plans might've worked on others. But who are we?... We are Morgs! Members of the T.O.E.P! The great people to lead this world till the end of time. So how can we be easily deceived?"

Everyone listened and nodded in agreement, thinking they were too smart not to see the bigger picture.

Poison Blade stared at them thoughtfully: "The Captured Morg... Where do you think he's at?"

He? Of course, it was a He!

They didn't think a woman could do all this. It should be a man!

But where was he? Where was he?

.

Instantly, everyone's blood boiled, as several quickly dished out their own thoughts too.

"Second in command. I think the captured Morg should be hidden within one of the other Pyno empires. That person should be locked up in some dungeon and tortured using some cruel method."

"Yes. Yes. I agree as well. We Morgs would rather die than please the enemy. So I think these people have something they're holding that made the Morg spill the beans. It could be the only weakness that the captured Morg might have!"

"That's for sure! For all we know, this Morg could be one of the geniuses that had been ticked off as missing or dead by the Morg society. So we must first find out who he is!" One of them said, making everyone else nod yet again.

"Hmhm. We have to get to the bottom of this mystery and find out where they are holding that Morg... Specifically, what Pyno empire is the guy locked up in?"

"I think after finding the empire, we need to ascertain whether that person is locked up in some palace, underground region, hidden fortress or some unexpected place. But all in all, I think that person should not be in Baymard. After all, Baymard is just a shield for the other empires."

Poison Blade listened and raised his brow mysteriously: "Oh? What makes you say that?"

Eh?

Blink. Blink.

...

Everyone looked at their second in command strangely for only a bit, before their eyes suddenly lit up again.

Smack.

Several of them smacked their thighs hard as if they had cracked some code!

Yes! Yes! The clues were right before them, so how could they not see it?

Poison Blade chuckled: "Figured it out?"

"Yes, second in command! The Captured Morg is here!"

This time, Scarface was the one who smiled: "Hmhm. He's here. And I'm guessing that the stream of knights from all other empires that steadily come in, are all here not just to protect Baymard, but to keep a close watch on how they handled and treated that Morg. They need him alive. So how could they allow anyone to mistreat him? Heh... They also dare not take him to their empires because they're afraid that if we ever find out, we will cause chaos in their homes first. So Baymard solves this problem... As for where the Captured Morg is, don't you already know where he should be?"

"Eh?... Boss, where?"

Scarface chuckled: "Remember, we came here to rescue Prince Ulrich and get him back to Deiferus. And it just so happens that our target is in the same place where the captured Morg is."

The Prison!

Ding.

Everyone's eyes lit up with understanding as they suddenly smiled at one another.

Scarface also smiled as well: "Hehehe… it looks like even the heavens are with us, giving us an event that will distract everyone's attention even more. So rest up, boys! On the wedding night, we strike!"