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Abdali looked at the documents laid out.

Each person had 2 documents separated before them.

One said treaty and another Agenda.

How strange... What is this agenda thing?

At this moment, Abdali and everyone else in the room was too curious and anxious, wanting the meeting to start now!

Typically, if everyone was there, shouldn't the meeting begin? Why are they taking their time?

Today, Abdali and the rest knew exactly what it meant to be time-focused.

As for the Baymardian delegates and many others, they only looked at their watches briefly before leaning back in their seats.

They noticed Titarian was 4 hours behind Baymard's time.

So unless their Baymardian watch struck 2 PM (10 A.M, in Titarian), the meeting wouldn't hold.

And now, they only had 3 minutes more to go.

Seeing their actions, Abdali and the few who managed to get Baymardian watches as gifts did the same, not wanting to look stupid.

"_"

2... 1...

Ding!!!

One of the 3 secretaries Landon came with, Landon's secretary, calmly struck the triangle.

"10 A.M! Everyone, please be advised. The meeting will now begin."

So professional!

Seeing the female secretary at work, many Titarians inwardly acknowledged her mannerisms.

Landon looked at the group from his elevated seat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... Today, we, the Baymardians, stand here with the sole purpose of being Titarian's allies. That is why the meeting is held. And by the end, it will be up to you to decide whether your empire will take our hand or not."

Absalom and everyone else nodded, liking this approach.

After all, even though Landon and the rest saved them, they won't be quick to jump into anything until they understand who they were dealing with.

Hell!

This was the first they even heard that an empire called Baymard existed.

They did have a favorable outlook on these people. But sometimes, appearances could be deceiving.

Of course, if by the end of the meeting they were convinced, then they would be willing to become allies.

But if this so-called union is to make Titarian a slave nation to these people, then they can just forget it!

Many nations had come to Titarian for an alliance, putting forth conditions that required Titarian to always bow to them.

Some people came over, wanting Titarian's resources but not giving much in return.

Others came, sneakily wanting their people as slaves to be shipped out.

Some also came for 'alliances,' especially marital ones, so they could place their spies here and one day conquer or decrease Titarian's boundaries and landmass.

These were still warring times. And depending on who was monarch, empires would fight one another to expand their powers.

In the hands of wise and good rulers, peace would reign the continent if Zohl.

But in the hands of someone like Camila's brother-in-law, who married a princess from another empire and somehow fought his way to become the monarch of that said empire... Only chaos would fill the people's days.

Food shortages for war provisions and many other drawbacks would worry the ordinary folks. But for the wealthy, who the hell cares?

Sigh...

In the end, they, the Titarians, wanted first to hear all this treaty entailed.

If there was something in there they firmly stood against, you best believe the matter was off!

(*^*)

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"I, his highness Gregory, have agreed that we listen to these saviors before making our concluding facts," Gregory added, speaking for his people.

And Landon continued.

"Attendees... Your majesty, Landon Barn... His highness Gregory Ghoul the 3rd... Right Minister and Commander of the 1st Royal Legion, Abdali Exodus... "

Abdali nodded as many glanced at him.

In the end, several others nodded too.

No matter what meeting was going on, the attendees must always be mentioned at the beginning of the agenda.

One by one, many heard other names and their titles in the empire.

Sometimes, Titarian names would get called, and other items, Baymardian names.

And soon, the meeting finally began!

First, the treaty spoke of the true purpose of their alliance, also brushing up on the matter of the United Nations.

This fact shocked everyone silly.

What?

This Baymard alone already had 36 ally memories, most from Romain?

Now it made sense!

No wonder they could speak Zol.

But what's this, they also want to train them too?

Imaging the crazy battle they witnessed a few days ago, several couldn't help dreaming of becoming that powerful.

It would be a lie to say they weren't tempted.

Good start! Good start!

(^_^)

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Landon chuckled, feeling their burning gazes.

"Everyone, please turn to page xx."

Flip. Flip.

The sounds of paper turning were all that filled the scene.

They were now staring at Section 12, Article 4:

[Baymard is obligated to train the Titarian warriors on 'physical hand-to-hand,' and failure to do so will be a breach of the contract.]

The article went deeper, talking about what services Baymard would provide, what their punishment would be for breaching the contract, as well as what expectations Baymard also held towards Titarian.

Abdali looked at the training semesters detaily.

There were 3 of them.

•January 1st -April 30th.

•May 1st -August 31st.

•And September 1st - December 31st.

Everyone had their own empire to defend, so those who came in would only stay for at most 2 semesters before taking a vacation back to Titarian.

One should recall that each year, they could only take a max of 2 semesters.

So if for example, they left to head back to Titarian after the 2nd semester on August 31st, they could decide to resume In September of the following year.

One should know that before they spoke about this training matter, the treaty had already stated that Baymard was obligated to provide something called a Bay-Titarian travel route via sea, as well as other ways of travel they may create in future.

So according to his majesty Landon, if a knight left Baymard on August 31st, they should reach Titarian the 1st or 2nd week of September.

And even if they had to travel for months on horseback home, by December or January, they should be home sweet home.

So didn't this mean they had enough time to rest before taking up another semester in the new year?

In short, there were no excuses!!

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Everyone's eyes shone brightly, noticing how advantageous this Treaty was to them.

This Baymard….

What sort of place was it?