I'm The King Of Technology Chapter 896
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Ding!
'Congratulations on completing the 2nd side-mission, saving King Sirius and uprooting the Temple of Dragmus from both Yodan and Deiferus.'
Landon was taken aback by the sudden alert.
The last base somewhere, either in Yodan or Deiferus, was probably being taken care of right at this very minute.
Good.
Hahahhahahahhahaha.
He felt a little lighter all of a sudden, as if a heavy burden had been taken off his shoulder.
He wasn't a fool.
He knew that some of the members of these temples were probably spies in the Capital and other major cities, leaving their lives like ordinary people, without even knowing that the temple had been uprooted from the face of both empires.
So now, all he had to do was find the list of members and track them down.
And that list would probably be within the location where their leader was.
Well, since the mission was successful, it meant that even their leader's base was taken care of.
So now, they had to look for the list of spies around and surprise them.
As he said, these people probably didn't know what was going on because, like it or not, travelling would take weeks or months for word to go back and forth from the spies to their masters.
So the soldiers could use this against them and pinpoint them before they got an idea of what was truly going on.
These spies might come together and start the whole Temple thing again, or worse, they might create a new cult.
No one had time to clean up another major incident. So it was best to nip this in the bud.
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More still, while at sea before coming here, one of the Navy ships that went out on the mission to Yodan relayed a message to his ship saying that when they attacked the main base, the temple's leader wasn't there.
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They only found his office and even several secret compartments with documents and whatnot.
But he wasn't there.
Landon's bet was that he was probably someone within one of the neighbouring cities, towns or even villages close to the base.
Most likely, he lived a regular life outside the base.
As the leader, he probably wore a mask at all times while in the base because he didn't want his identity revealed.
So outside the base, no one knew what he truly looked like.
This was also for his security as well.
Only himself and the central elders wore masks while in the base.
Everyone else typically showed their faces, or at least that's the information the soldiers gathered.
More still, in a secret room within his office, they found a list of all members and several portraits of them too.
Each painting had at most 20 people painted on it and a document behind the painting explaining who was who from left to right.
In short, even finding these portraits was an intricate feat because within the secret room, there was a tough-to-find hole that the men had to crawl through like rabbits, which led them to another room.
But there was more.
In that room, there was also a trapped door, which led to a secret tunnel that took through a 15, minute walk to an underground chamber filled with all these things.
All this just to hide the documents of all members.
Anyway, from what he got, the Leader was still wasn't found, which was severe since he could rally up the whole thing again.
That's why Landon felt the need for them to find the spies who were around the empires.
They already knew what the spies looked like and also knew what jobs they took on, so they might as well catch them.
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Landon nodded while listening to the system's notification before scrunching up his face again.
'System, why haven't you notified me on completing this particular side-mission yet?'
'Host... But you haven't completed the mission yet.
The mission was to put Henry Tudor on the throne.
But from the system's status inquiry, Henry Tudor is still a prince.'
So you're saying that I won't be able to complete this mission until Henry gets officially crowned?'
'Yes, host.
Why is your memory so bad?
Isn't the situation the same with the now King William Barn, whom the host placed on the throne months back?
Landon knew it, but he was just trying his luck, okay?
Who knows, maybe the system will be kind to him once and consider the mission completed.
After all, he wished that he could get the alert before he left for Santa's wedding.
But he knew that it would be near impossible.
Henry had some cleaning up to do before he could sit in the crown.
Several powerful nobles would oppose him and might even want the crown to change hands to them.
In their eyes, Henry was a weak prey that they could deal with.
So without other stronger contestants like Duke Osias, Ulrich and so on... Now, every Tom and Harry would think that they could snatch up the crown.
Thinking about the future enemies, Landon couldn't help but shed some tears for them.
Why go against the heavens?
The only result is death!
With that, Landon closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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The night passed by in a flash, and before he knew it, it was a brand new day.
Today was his last day in the Capital.
Now, it was time to draw attention to himself.
Yesterday, they purposefully let the word out to the maids and butlers about what happened to Osias and those that they met dead... because that was the truth.
There was no need to make people believe that Henry killed Joffrey and the rest when he didn't.
Doing so will only incur the wrath of Osias' family and the rest.
And to make the news more believable, yesterday during battle, they did allow 2 or 3 escape at the start of the fight.
And they even yelled out the words: [Fire the black powder], making them believe that the force they felt earlier on came from black powder.
Of course, the few that escaped were those that had their masters killed.
None of Ulrich and Winston's men were allowed to flee.
Well, it was easy to spot who was who because of their battle uniforms.
Anyway, those that escaped would undoubtedly tell their master's family of how their master fell, which has nothing to do with Henry.
As for Ulrich and Winston's families... well, today, he and Henry took out the time to invite them over.
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