The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 166: a majors mansion

If not because that the mansion was smaller, it looked just like the U.S white house of the 21st century, though a more technologically packed one.

The compound stretched for about 2 kilometers of land, making it seem like those depicted in sci-fi movies. It was completely colored in white, presenting it in a more beautiful and otherworldly light.

The mighty fence stretched widely like a bowstring, covering the kilometers large land like the great ancient walls of China.

The main mansion building stretched to the skies like the great castles propelled by the magic beans, in the epic Puss in boots cartoon movie of old. Clark was completely floored and mesmerized.

Am I the owner of this mansion? He questioned his assistant again incredulously.

Rose smiled, as with a command from her, the enormous energy-powered gate opened immediately.

On entering, Clark felt like he just stepped into the beautiful environs of heaven. Bright shining crystal tiles covered the whole floor, sparkling like stacked diamonds.

After admiring to his fill, his eyes finally fell on the large gathering of people who stood respectfully before him. The majority of them were in white uniforms, only a minority of them were in military uniforms.

A man who revealed himself as the head butler of his mansion, Daniel Briggs, came out to introduce the others.

After a short introduction, Clark finally knew who these people were.

The ones on white uniforms were the workers, that would work in his mansion and take care of it. Their combination covered any need that was required to keep the mansion in optimum condition.

The Spartan army was the one paying their salaries, so his pocket would not be strained by these. He felt completely giddy from joy.

After this introduction, the leader of his soldier followers finally came out to introduce themselves. Just like with the Corporal who just challenged him, these were his delegates.

They obeyed his orders alone, as far as the orders dont contradict the core principles of the Spartan republic.

After learning of their roles, he finally welcomed them officially. He thanked them for taking the roles while they also thanked him in return, before giving a short speech as their new boss.

This was when he finally stepped into the mansion. He was already prepared, so despite his giddy mood, he was able to control himself from embarrassment in front of his workers and followers.

The inside of the mansion looked just like the luxurious Wakanda palace of the ancient Black Panther movie. Though this was more technologically decorated, it still had a lot of similarities with the palace from the movie.

The large sitting room looked more like a meeting hall than a sitting room. His master seat was built like a throne and placed conspicuously at the very front of the parlor.

After using a few minutes to settle down, he finally called his assistant to discuss how the mansion would be managed, and how he would report to work.

As a Major now, most of the shackles of low-ranked soldiers were already broken from him. He was now more of a real leader than a subordinate soldier.

According to Rose, he was assigned as the leader of a military regiment of the Spartan army. On knowing this, he quickly scheduled a time to meet them later in the day.

This was when he finally entered his luxurious room to change. He had a duel to fight, and a challenger to teach a lesson.

5 minutes later, he finally came out of his room in a military sparring vest. His entourage of soldiers quickly followed him, while carrying his equipment.

He no longer needed to use his own money to buy equipment for some time, as the Spartan army gave him a completely free set of equipment as a welcome gift. Only if he needed specific gadgets, would he get them himself.

In less than a minute, their silhouettes quickly disappeared from the mansion. Only 2 minutes were left, for the stipulated time of the duel.

In the public dueling ring designated for 2nd rank high-grade soldiers, the area was already extremely boisterous and lively.

Soldiers surrounded the large ring, forming a large horde like chickens in poultry. They discussed in small groups and cliques, as the hype surrounding the upcoming duel grew more with every passing minute.

In this horde of soldiers, a particular spot was isolated from the rest. Corporal Davis sat with his clique of soldiers. His trademark smirk was on his face, as his followers heaped praise on him that the battle was as good as over.

As a soldier that was trained here in North Sparta with such huge background, he had an instinctual feeling of superiority over soldiers from the other parts of the Spartan republic.

And as it was true that the training methods employed here in the capital for soldiers were better than the other parts of Sparta, it boosted his confidence.

He did not believe that this lucky country bumpkin could defeat him.

Seconds before the 30-minute mark struck, Clark finally arrived at the dueling arena with his entourage of soldiers, drawing all the attention.

He did not give a damn about the attention directed at him, as he confidently walked directly into the dueling ring. He finally turned to face his opponent, with the same poker expression still on his face.

Seeing this, a grin slowly crept up Daviss face. I thought you were too afraid to come. At least, you have some guts

After saying this, he took hold of his light sword at the corner, before matching confidently into the ring.

Seeing this, excitement filled the air, as the smell of gunpowder saturated the air, forming a battle intent mist.

As Clark didnt answer the Corporal, he also kept quiet as they both prepped up to start the battle. The tense atmosphere got tenser, as the time finally struck the 30-minute mark.

Boss, your weapon. It was at this moment that one of Clarks soldiers cautiously reminded him.

No need, I can handle him with my hands. He answered with a good-natured smile, before advancing steadily to meet his opponent after the signal to start was given.

Seeing that his opponent refused to wield a weapon against him, Daviss face scrunched up into a frown. Is he underestimating me? He thought, as rage slowly came into his mind.

Whoosh!! He quickly rushed forward while bearing his swift sword down at his opponent. His speed was very swift, as he reached his opponents side in an instant.

Clarks eyes finally focused on seeing this, as his gloved hands grabbed outwards at his opponents light sword.

He succeeded in stopping the swords momentum and retrieved it from his opponent smoothly, shocking the countless spectators at the side.

Eh Before Davis could comprehend what just happened, a large fist already covered his handsome face, giving him a swollen cheek immediately.

This was the end for him, he became a punching bag next. He could not understand what was happening, he could only grit his teeth in pain as blows kept on hitting the vital parts of his body rapidly.

The spectators were astonished, the fierce battle that they anticipated unexpectedly turned into a one-sided trashing.

In less than 2 minutes, the arrogantly handsome face of Corporal Davis was already riddled with injuries and swells everywhere.

He lay pathetically on the arena floor like a clown that was beaten up by his client. Till now, he still could not understand what happened. His dazed eyes were still filled with confusion and disbelief.

The battle ended far more swiftly than anyone expected or predicted. Seeing this, all the soldiers shot him pitiful looks.

Man, thank you for testing the ground for us, we really appreciate it. We owe you one.

Shit stirrers like you are always appreciated. This was the only thought on the mind of the soldiers who had the motive of challenging this new Major before.

They shuddered when they thought of themselves being in the place of the current Davis.

Is there any other challenger? Clarks voice finally boomed loudly around the arena, attracting the attention of everyone.

The place suddenly quietened down like a graveyard; no soul made a sound. On seeing this, Clark nodded, his goal was finally achieved. But he was not stopping here though, he wanted to instill fear and awe in the hearts of everyone here today.

After doctors came to carry the unfortunate soldier away, he finally turned to activate the dueling rings training tests of his rank. He intended to challenge and break the existing records.

He knew that breaking the existing records of his rank in the army would increase his prestige, and most importantly, it would grant him a sizeable number of military contribution points.

Seeing that he was getting ready to challenge the training records for 2nd rank high-grade soldiers, the spectators were attracted to stay back.

After the dueling ring re-arranged itself to bring out the durable training equipment for the challenges, he calmed his mind before charging forward rapidly.

Bang!! With loud impact sounds, his fists hammered at the projected opponents, starting the battle immediately.

His fists flashed past repeatedly like lightning, carrying the force of a mountain to bear heavily on the opponents and training equipment. The durable arena floor creaked and started developing cracks, as the shockwave and resultant force from his battle disrupted everything.

After an hour-long battle in which he was already bloodied all over, Clark finally went through one battle around all 10 training tests.

Despite the blood flowing down his battered face, only awe was on the faces of the countless spectating soldiers. Just being shocked was an understatement, they were bamboozled shocked.

Just in one trial, Clark broke 3 of the 10 records that were set by Spartan prodigies throughout the past decades. And he did not even use his weapon, making this more astonishing.

If respect had a physical manifestation, it would be hovering above the atmosphere at this moment.

After doing this, he finally turned to go back to his mansion with his followers. He already accomplished his goal, there was no need in staying here again.

As he walked, his followers looked at his hulking back with different mixed emotions. To them, his back was now their refuge of strength, it was now their Mt. Kilimanjaro to rely on.

Major Clark is a monster. This became the talk of the day, as the soldiers who spectated the battles spread the news like a raging fire.

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