Chapter 1000 - Admiral Trey

~Brrrmmmmm~~~

Very quickly, the small Coast guard ship speeded ahead, while the rest stayed behind contacting Coast Guard headquarters, who in turn reported the matter to the Navy and Marines.

Just in case danger was afoot, the Navy and Marines had to be aware.

They, as coast guards, were more like look-out people and cleaners around the shores.

They also held peaceful negotiations around these waters too.

Of course, if a battle were truly underway, then they would have to get ready to start cleaning the waters.

For sure, they also got in on the action if there was no other choice.

But with the navy and marines available, they would need to start diverting all tourist sh.i.p.s to one path.

That's right.

Now, they didn't stop all travel during such scenarios.

Rather, they would dictate the traffic towards a faraway lane while covering the battlefield with their sh.i.p.s, ensuring that many didn't see the gruesome battle.

The sea was too large and too big.

So they had to divide a new route miles away from the chaos.

For sure, people would hear what was going on, but hopefully, they would just assume that the distraction was all caused by black powder.

As of now, they weren't ready for Morgany or the pirates.

So they still tried keeping a low profile when needed.

Well, they didn't mind people knowing about guns all that much, but the missiles and cannons would make all major forces come to Baymard all at once.

To control the seas was almost the same as controlling the world since the waters make up most of the landmass.

Baymard wasn't ready for that sort of heat yet.

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Admiral Trey, who had the highest rank amongst the Coast guards, was on the boat speeding towards the temple fleet.

He came out to observe some trainees alongside some of his subordinates.

But who would've thought that they would run into this situation?

Damn. He was supposed to meet up with Landon and the boys for lunch.

Of course, Josh and Beri (Mother Winnie's son) were the only ones out on separate missions.

So it was just himself, Gary, Mark, and Landon.

With their busy schedules and the fact that many of them had now married and got their own private villas outside the castle, they always tried arranging time to see each other.

Well, it wasn't too bad because Landon was always moving around, visiting them from time to time at their workplaces.

And every Friday night, they visited their favourite pub in the V.I.P section, reminiscing and talking amongst themselves.

It was always boys' night then.

The ladies also liked getting together too once or twice a week in the castle, doing sleepovers at their age and offloading about what made them happy, was or angry during the week.

Their new lifestyles had drawn all of them closer, like one big family.

Apart from Landon, their villas were literally on the same block.

They were all neighbours to themselves.

Well, since almost all of their wives were in the armed forces, their villas were empty all the time.

They were either soldiers, police officers or Navy officers.

The only person who wasn't within one of the armed forces was Grace, who still worked in the palace.

Even at that, she was also never at home.

Their homes were always empty with no one around, except those who came in twice a week to clean up and do their laundry.

The only reason they got villas outside was so that when they had children, they could leave some sort of heritage for them.

The palace itself belonged to Landon's generation.

So they had to create a good place for their own generations in future.

In truth, they spent 85% of their time sleeping outside.

Of course, they saw each other outside during working hours too, since everyone's wife was close by.

Only Josh typically left straight for the palace to chill with his wife after finishing his overwork.

The thing was that even after their shifts, they still had other military-related things to look at... Especially when it concerned missions, emergencies and so on.

Not to talk of solving some mysteries, catching spies and saving people.

The click was always ticking.

The good thing was that they were in higher positions and could just cancel their appointments for the day or push the work to someone else.

Then again, it was because they were so high in rank that they had so many responsibilities.

Others below stuck to their work shifts strictly.

But those above always had a little more to do.

Anyway, even with all the hassle and the fact that they weren't at home all the time, it was funny that while outside, they were with each other 50% of the time.

From attending the same meetings, eating together, reviewing paperwork together and doing several other things... They met each other way too frequently.

This was how they balanced their lives up.

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Thinking of the Lunch date they scheduled for 12:30 midday, Trey could only sigh.

There was no way he would be able to make it back on time.

Even if these people were friendly, if they were nobles or royals coming in for the first time, they would still need their help.

But if they were enemies, then he would have to stick around until the end.

Trey squinted his eyes through the glass window thoughtfully.

Who were they? Friend or Foe.

While Trey was scrutinizing the sh.i.p.s while advancing, those on the Temple's vessels were also on high alert.

'Knock. Knock. Knock.'

Instantly, several loud and overly annoying bangs shook Jimosen and Linvor into annoyance.

What the bloody hell?

How dare someone bangs the door of a Primate without any respect?

Linvor looked at Jimosen as if saying: Your crew has no respect.

And Jimosen in turn, looked at him alphabetically and felt very embarrassed as well.

If he were back in the base, he would behead the bastard who dared to do such a thing.

Don't they know that the Dragmus' wisdom flowed through them?

So how can his subordinates disrespect him?

The fact that he had the ring with him should make them humble themselves and prostrate before him.

Their reason better be good, or else someone was going to die today.

And he didn't just mean the Baymardians.