"Hmm, the High Table, what a nice name, how old are they?" he inquired.
"Old enough to be a global organisation. It is rumoured that they have been in existence ever since the Aztecs lived. But they were not global until the Age of colonisation. They were the shadow rulers of the world, doing all the evil things that the rich and powerful wanted them to.
"The High Table is a council of high-level crime lords that governs and oversees the underworld's most powerful criminal organisations. The council comprises 12 seats, with each seat often owned by a family. Held by the Russian Mafia, Cosa Nostra, Yakuza, Triads, and other mafias. Their strongholds are currently in the US, Japan and China. They have all kinds of businessmen, politicians, officials under their belt.
"The leader of the High table is called "The Elder" This seat is currently held by some Arab rich family. There is another assassin organisation called Continental Hotel which works under the High Table. It's a global chain of hotels that caters for the underworld, they have very strict rules of no violence or business inside their buildings."
Magnus was amazed by the scale, *Whistle* "That's pretty crazy, but they are still not as old as the Round Table of Arthur. Anyway, can you find out who are the people who have put the bounty on me?"
Sadly, Ted shook his head, "There is no way to find that out unless you're also a member."
Magnus nodded silently, "Hmm, say, Ted, what will it take me if I want to take over the entire Underworld? Make the entire High Table subservient to me?"
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"Do you want to take over the underworld? Umm, I don't know, it's hard to calculate, how will you take over the High Table and make them loyal? Magic won't work as much as they too have wizards under them." Ted asked back.
He just laughed, "Ted, I have the world's deadliest forces and rule multiple nations. Nothing is impossible for me anymore. Just wait and watch, they will come to me and rub their faces on my shoes, lick the dust under my feet to ask for my forgiveness. By the way, leave behind the address for their hotel."
Ted knew that face, that smile, it meant only one thing, ~Merlin's beard, they are fucked.~
Ted silently left behind the file and the address. As soon as he left, Adrian came, he was the de-facto General of Magnus' all Military Forces. Magnus handed him the file, "This High Table, I want you to start inflicting damage on them. Kill a few of them. Make their life hell on Earth until they come to me to plead. They are trying to kill me, passing bounties.
"Also, infiltrate them and find out who actually initiated the bounty. Remember, they might have wizards in their ranks, so be careful. I don't want any of ours to die."
Adrian stood there in attention, he always acted like this whenever it was some sort of official business. "I shall, sir. I have known about them for a long time but they never meddled in our affairs to let them be, but if they are trying to kill you then we shall kill them first. But, be careful, sir, they have too many people all around, anybody could be an assassin, your ice-cream seller, the homeless guy on the street, the friendly policeman. Increase the security of your family."
"I will, Adrian, even more now. I am making some really loyal Goblins the hidden guards. And you know how vicious they can be, right?" Magnus replied, not revealing they would be Camelot's Goblins.
Adrian shuddered at the thought, the Goblins were known to torture their enemies to great lengths, breaking them even when they didn't need to. But this would ensure Magnus and his family's security.
"That's good to hear. By the way, I have this report to give you. It's from our MEDA headquarters in Ireland. We were recently hired by a woman to investigate what happened to her baby that she left in the Irish Mother and Baby home. What we found out was bone-chilling." Adrian's eyes showed a hint of sorrow for some reason.
"I will read it and get back to you, Adrian. You may start the campaign against the High Table until then." He dismissed Adrian.
"What is it, dear?" Grace appeared and took a seat in his office. She must have something to talk about, but she noticed the report on the table and its name. "What happened in Ireland?"
"I don't know," Magnus read the report.
It started with history. Ireland was an extremely catholic nation. So much so that anything done between a boy and a girl before their marriage was seen as a sin. Kissing, holdings hands was a sin. Heck, condoms were banned in the nation.
The worst fate was of those women who got pregnant before marriage and of those children born of such relations. In the eyes of the church, these babies were impure. These women get sent to mother and baby homes that are run by nuns.
During the pregnancy, a lot of them would get a miscarriage due to malnutrition, starvation or some other form of punishment. If the child is born, the mother is sent away. The child is then taken care of by the nuns, who either die from starvation, disease or simply go missing. The mother of the child was always informed of what happened to their baby.
But because of social fear, they can't even fight for their child. It was truly the most regressive a society could be. Religion is good when it stays spiritual but a menace when it becomes the dictator of one's life.
Now, coming to the recent case taken by the MEDA Ireland branch. MEDA found the grave of the son of the woman who hired them, not just them but 300 more graves, then 5,000 more across the few mother and baby homes they secretly investigated in. They took the photos and all the bodies were of kids. [A/N: This is real, investigations are still ongoing.]
When Magnus finished reading about it, he felt sick to the core. This was the lowest any human could fall, to mistreat babies was the same as doing the devil's work. Babies are too innocent, naive and underdeveloped, they have no idea what's going on around them.
They can not understand why they are feeling the strange sensation of hunger or pain or why they are being beaten, they can only cry. And to hurt them, all those nuns deserve nothing but the same treatment as Rodolphus got.
Grace was appalled after knowing all this, "This... what will you do?"
"I can't do anything inside their country when we just got some peace. But I will deal with it in my way, mum. You don't worry," He assured her and called Adrian on the phone.
"Yes, send a secret team to Ireland to investigate the entirety of it, I will try to take care of things from my end." He gave the green light.
"What will you be doing? Won't this cause a war?" Grace asked him, worried for him.
He chuckled and got up, "Not really. I guess it's time for me to meet one of the most powerful men on Earth, the POPE."
After reading about what happened in Ireland under the influence of religion, he had made up his mind. Letting people slowly become less extreme in religion automatically due to a better life was not working. He needed to give it a push, for that he needed to bring big religious leaders under his control.
And the Pope was one of the biggest ones as too many Catholics exist in the world. He started to prepare a conspiracy to place his own guy as the Pope. Because he himself was publicly a Protestant, he could control this segment, with Pope under control, he could change the lives of a large chunk of the world with just a few sentences.
However, for Ireland, he hoped that the current Pope would agree to do something about it immediately, or else, mass media will be his only tool for now.
...
After making sure all plans were in order, he called King Faisal, his old pal, to ask about this Elder guy who leads the High Table.
"Them? They want to kill you, haha... fools. The Elder is the son of a powerful oil field owner in Kuwait. Do you want his name and address to kill him? Just write it down," Faisal was so ready to give the name that it felt as if he was happy.
"Haven't decided if I will kill him, but surely will do something to him. The name will be appreciated," Magnus replied.
Laughingly, the old happy king gave all the information. Magnus then passed it on to Adrian.
~Hmm, it's time to move to stabilise Asia and begin the Great Africa Plan phase two. By 1990, I will have control over all of Asia and Africa, good going indeed.~ he thought to himself. The plan for peace didn't seem unachievable anymore.
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Only a few months were left before he would officially take the crown. To make sure that his popularity was at its peak, he needed to do all he could to bring even those people who were against monarchy into the fold.
His companies were always making something new and achieving something revolutionary, but sadly those could not be attributed to him only. And he owned so many businesses that most people didn't even know he owned them, all they knew was that he was the owner of Dragon Holdings, which was a big corporation.
Hence, personal inventions were extremely important. But sometimes even public announcements can do the job. For example, "PRINCE MAGNUS WILL GO TO THE MOON!"
Yes, before he took the throne he was going to head to the moon, and then in a few years, hopefully, Mars, becoming the first man to step foot on the red planet. However, the thing was, he needed to first prove that he was not just doing it because he was rich, that would be very bad for his reputation.
The plan was for Magnus, Ragnar and Bobby to go up first. Bobby was a renowned scientist, Magnus was a renowned inventor, Ragnar was nothing. He was not known in the muggle world and remains a mystery to most. In the wizarding world, he was hailed as the greatest potioneer of millennia, however.
"Stop pestering me, man. I am trying to design new rune tattoos for myself. Who cares what the world thinks about me? Just sneak me into the aircraft." Ragnar complained, as he was disturbed in his Hogwarts lab, it was now not just limited to his room. Being a 7th-year student, a genius and having a brother who had the Wizarding Britain by the balls, he was allowed to have a huge potions lab with exclusive access.
"You fool, it's not a bus where you can just shove in the people. And the entire world will be covering the news, we need to give the three names of people who will be going to space. *Sigh* You know, just give me a list of all the things you have invented and I will try to find a muggle world use for it." He scolded him.
"Ugh... fine." He relented and spend 3 minutes writing everything as fast as he could. "Take it, don't bother me now, I am near a breakthrough,"
Magnus left him alone and returned home, it was still the holidays, after all, Christmas had passed but the new year was to come, and Emma's parents were also there.
...
"Whatcha doing?" Clementia skipped to him and sat beside his table, cutely putting her chin on the table. He ruffled her hair like she was a cat.
"Trying to make Ragnar look smart?" He replied.
"Is big brother Ragnar stupid?" She asked.
Magnus strongly nodded, "Yes dear, he is very stupid in everything other than potions."
"And you?" She inquired.
"What do you think?" He passed the question.
Clementia looked at his face with narrow eyes, "Hmmm... You are the greatest!"
"Haha... Absolutely right, now, let's go downstairs, I need keys from dad." He extended his hand to her, she grabbed just the index finger.
...
Adam and Emma's dad were buddies already as they had visited once before. They sat in the living room and talked about the state of the world. Emma's dad was totally new to the muggle world so he was loving all the new interesting information and history. For example, he had no idea that a vast muggle British Empire existed, since, for Wizards, the world was already too small and connected due to Portkeys.
Meanwhile, Adam was finding it interesting to know how ancient magic was and how it stayed hidden.
"Dad, I need keys to your workshop, got to do some experiments." He requested.
Adam fiddled in his pocket and took out a key, "What are you going to make?"
"Ragnar found a way to melt plastic into a liquid that can later be dried into a hard substance, I need to check its durability and drawbacks. And if it's all good, he might just become one of the most loved people in the world. Seriously, why am I even working for him." He sighed and left for the underground experiment lab.
Of course, no kids were allowed inside as there were too many dangers. He closed the door and turned the lights on, his eyes shined as the scenery took home in his eyes, the entire giant hall was filled with machinery and tools, some items were covered with sheets, possibly unfinished projects of Adam.
He had no work for them, going to an empty area, he started experimenting. The first thing was Ragnar's solution that could turn the Plastic into this new substance. It was like making potions, but not really. All that was needed was to pour already made potions and plastic into a big container and then boil it all down with water.
"Hmm, damn, it stinks," he clenched his nose with fingers, running to turn on the exhaust fans. After that, he started to gather some items while letting the plastic turn into a paste.
"Hmm... a few electric motors, pumps, computer chips, Oh... I don't have any, FUCK!" He quickly called Bobby.
"Bobby, my brother from another mother, bring a few programmable computer chips, will ya? And bring some butter as well, gotta eat some pancakes at dinner with family, oh one more thing, remember those porn magazines I ordered for Ragnar's birthday present, pick them up from the post office and be... *BEEP BEEP* " The call was suddenly cut for some reason.
...
Bobby was in a very important meeting where CEOs of a few major corporations and politicians of some nations were present. Since the meeting was happening in his office, the non-work telephone went to automatic recording and resounded.
Initially, Bobby didn't mind, Magnus was just asking for some computer chips, he was going to head to his home with family for the dinner anyway. But then the nonsense started, first the butter and then porn magazines. He quickly got up to take the wire out of the phone.
Turning, back, he sat down in his seat like nothing even happened and continued the meeting to produce Thorium Reactors in a few nations.
...
By evening, Magnus was able to create everything, he created a machine that had a motorised robotic looking arm that could extend itself to a height of 10 metres and move in all directions, with its base connected to a metal mini chain-track. All that was missing was the computer chip to programme the metal arm.
"MAGNUS! YOU DIMWIT!" Bobby's shout came all of a sudden.
He looked, there stood his old pal, in casual winter clothes, a nice red hand-knit sweater was the real charmer. "Didn't aunt make a sweater for me?"
"Shove it down your ass, fool. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was?" Bobby burst like a balloon.
But Magnus didn't care, "You got the chip?"
"Oh, yeah, I got some, what are you making?" That was the extent of his anger. No wonder Magnus didn't take it seriously.
"My friend, I am creating the world's first house printing machine. Ragnar came up with a way to help me recycle plastic into a material that can solidify after. With this machine I am making, we can create single storey homes with an attic and 3 storey homes with some metal beams as pillars. This is like tackling two problems in one go, getting rid of plastic and solving home crises in many poor nations around the world." Magnus revealed his grand plan to make Ragnar famous.
Bobby nodded, not that shocked by this, there were already ways to recycle or destroy plastic out there but they were too costly and harmful in themselves. As he was researching nuclear fusion, nothing could shock him anymore: "You do know that plastic making is a multi-billion dollar industry? There is a reason why the tags for recycling and Plastic Resin codes are similar. It is to fool the world.
"There is a reason why companies suggest to people that they throw away their plastic because there is no money if one uses a polythene bag again and again. And the best part, the world is addicted to oil right now, plastic is made from its byproduct, why do you think people will ever stop using plastic? You won't just go against plastic companies but also oil companies, and let me tell you, it's super dangerous."
But Magnus shrugged, "Meh, who cares. The bounty on my head already stands at more than 200 million dollars, who cares if it increases. If it gets too much I will just fake my death, get the money and then return to life... Bwahahaha..."
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1 Stone = 1 Plastic Banana. [Effect: Everything you touch bare-skinned will turn plastic.]
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