The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 434: the lauren race

Who are you?

The Spartan President asked again as he did not get an answer the first time. While he asked, his hands already slid inside his jacket. After his fingers laid down on the daggers, he finally felt a little secure.

Yes, he did not feel secure but only felt a little secure because this person sitting before him was like a different existence entirely.

As a 5th rank high-grade soldier who was at the pinnacle, his perception was extremely frightening. Right now, the aura being released by this stranger was so crushing that he found it a chore to remain standing.

Who is this? Who did I offend? Is it related to the war?

As he looked at the stranger warily, his brain already geared into overdrive as a lot of thoughts went through his mind.

In this world, few existences could suppress him so completely with aura alone. He already had a guess but he did not dare confirm it.

Seconds passed and still getting no response from the stranger, he gave an order through his implant. The next second, the lights in the room switched on.

The stranger did not stop this, it was like he was even anticipating it.

As soon as the lights switched on, the President finally had a proper overview of this stranger. The sight left his lips twitching.

It was a man, an extremely burly man with buff muscles and chest. He was dressed in an all-black outfit, a black run-down coat, black boots, black gloves, and a black cowboy hat.

At the middle of the black coat were written strange words in bold.

>TCOE<

Though the sight of this man alone was enough to induce dread in anyone which was the case with Leonidas, he was still able to stay calm enough to observe this strangers face in a not-too obvious manner.

He had black hair, a middle-aged face with a bit of playfulness in it though the stranger currently had a poker expression on.

After observing more details, Leonidass face became strange.

Monkey Hands?

The stranger was taken aback as he almost revealed a frustrated expression on his face. After taking a lot of effort to prevent his face from twitching, he answered with a mafia-lord-like nod.

Its my disposable identity.

Hearing that, Leonidass eyes flickered as he made some connections and rapidly came to a conclusion.

Without hesitation, he went to his knees. Esteemed Elite Commander.

The stranger who said Monkey Hands was his disposable identity did not answer him, he instead stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside with his hands behind his back.

You grasped the uniqueness. It wasnt a question, it was like he was stating a fact.

Yes, Esteemed Sir.

Good, Ive been monitoring you for some time and you finally fulfilled the basic requirements to be recruited by me.

My name is Elite Commander Daman.

After watching your performance in this war, I became interested in you. I want you to become my student.

Becoming my student means that youre a candidate who can also become an elite in the future. Not only will this goal no longer be a dream to you, youll receive my protection.

About your injury, you met a Lauren being?

Yes, Esteemed Sir. Then, I didnt know that aliens were in our world. I met him during one of my adventures, and I was corrupted by a skill used by him.

This has been plaguing me for the past 2 decades.

Esteemed Commander Daman nodded slightly. The fact that despite being plagued with such corrosion powers, you still grasped your uniqueness shows how talented you are.

Take this. He threw 3 bottles at Leonidas who expertly caught them in mid-air. This is a tonic that can heal any corrosion powers caused by beings of the Lauren race

Start taking them tomorrow. Take each one in the morning, afternoon, and evening. The corrosion in your injury will be gone by the time you take the last dose.

How fast you recover depends on your physique.

Leonidas bowed lower. Thank you for your benevolence, Esteemed Sir. I will never forget this favor of yours.

You have 2 days to make your choice on deciding to become my student, Ill come to get your answer then.

Take this parchment. He threw a parchment that Leonidas was familiar with at him. Even if you decide not to become my student, keep it, its a gift for your talent and the hard work you put in to get to your current level.

Thank you, Esteemed Sir.

Seeing that the Elite Commander did not continue speaking, President Leonidas hesitated before he asked.

Esteemed Sir, can I know your relationship with my subordinate, Clark Pendragon?

Hearing that, the Elite Commander smiled like he already expected that and turned to face him. You cant know about that yet.

Yes, Esteemed Sir. Leonidas bowed lower without feeling frustrated about the answer given to him.

You have a lot of talent, do not waste it.

These were the last words that the Spartan President heard from the stranger before he disappeared silently like he was erased from the world.

President Leonidas remained kneeling for 2 more minutes to confirm that the Elite Commander was gone, then he finally stood up.

Though he was calm like always, his eyes had a different twinkle in them as undisguised excitement filled his heart. The contents of the previous conversation kept on reverberating in his brain, sending him into a world of euphoria.

He opened his palms and looked down to see the 3 bottles lying in his hand. Without knowing it, a complicated expression came into his face.

It was strange of him, but he pumped his fists into the air and cheered himself this time.

I did it!

Outside the Presidential Villa, amidst the recovery works that were ongoing by the Spartan soldiers, a middle-aged man dressed in an all-black attire suddenly appeared silently without drawing attention.

F*ck! He actually recognized me immediately. Elite Commander Daman cursed.

He always thought that his disguise was impeccable, but he did not expect his recruit target to easily make connections and get his disguise identity so easily.

For a moment there, he felt his dignity as a strange expert being sullied.

I guess Titus is right, Im awful at disguises, Im only good with machines. He lamented.

The strange thing was that despite his words, none of the soldiers paid attention to him, they behaved like he was an invisible ghost.