I'm the King Of Technology



Today seemed like any other day in Czar, except they had a moment's rest from the heavy downpour. 

It's been 7 entire days since the heavy rains began pouring.

Finally, they could have a little break before the next downpour began. 

Still, the weather was cold, and the winds gave many goosebumps.

All the same, it was nice to have some time for many nobles to walk about their vast estates to ease their boredom. 

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Lord Ichabod reclined on a plush, ornately carved chair within the comforts of his opulent private hall, solely used for meetings or as a relaxing spot for him.

His attire reflected his status, adorned with fine garments and accessories befitting of his noble rank. 

The hall was dimly lit by the glimmering candles, casting a warm hue in the rich tapestries hung high. 

As he settled into his plush chair, several servant girls chosen for their grace and gentle demeanor, enter the hall with modest attires, carrying trays of fruits, baked goods, and tea.

There were books on the corner of the table that would make a great addition to his entertainment. 

Food and books were always a great combination.

However, Ichabod was a little tempted by the many beauties around him. 

He knew his wives and 2 concubines would make things difficult for these girls once he touched them. But so what?

It was a man's right to enjoy all womanly pleasures in this world. 

His wives would probably try their best to become relevant by overly dressing up for dinner tonight. 

He knew all their attempts and felt pleased seeing them fight for his favor. 

The servant girls wasted no time getting to work.

One gently looked over the tea from a small portable silver chest, while the other held the teapot and began pouring hot water into the ancient mug. 

Soon the aromatic steam wafts through the air carting the pleasant scent of tea leaves. 

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"You women are well trained." Ichabod complimented, enjoying the kneading and massages on his shoulders and neck.

The servant girl behind him slowly tested the waters, lowering the messages from his shoulders to his chest. 

Ichabod felt his little man stand at attention but didn't stop the daring girl from giving him pleasure.

On such a cold day, it made one always feels the need to cuddle and perform. 

Ah yes... This was the life.

Now that they had finalized their plans for attacking the Baymardians before the end of the month, Ichabod felt relaxed.

However it wasn't for too long. 

Eh? 

Ichobob's senses were heightened after years of being on the battlefield. 

What is that? Who was causing such a commotion outside his door? 

"No! No! You can't come in!" Someone yelled, and soon...

BAM!

The heavy wooden door was abruptly open, breaking its center into a thousand pieces.

"Ahhhhh!

The servant girls proved their agility to be true, as they screamed and jumped off their lord, hiding behind the long plush, reclined conch in a blink of an eye.

Lord Ichabob had long reached for the sword under the seat, tying his robe tighter, thinking it was some abominable noble who took him unawares.

Seeing the neat row of boots storming into the hall, how can he not know who he was dealing with? 

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After an entourage of Baymardian prison guards entered in two rows, Alfred adjusted his tie, as though he wasn't the one who shattered the door just now.

Who was Alfred? One of the most powerful secretaries in all of Baymard.

He was on the list of the top 15.

(*□^□)

Alfred pushed his glasses back, and stepped to the side cordially, as his boss slowly walked into the room. 

~Din. Din. Din. Din. 

His boss had a unique set of footsteps he and many others could make out from afar.

Just stepping into the room his boss's presence had already filled the space with her authority.

"Well, well well... Having a nice afternoon, Lord Ichabod?"

"Damn you, Samantha! Who do you think you are? You can't just waltz in here and--"

Before he finished his sentence Warden Samanatha had already thrown a dagger at his feet. 

Bam!

Ichabob watched in horror, as the blade cut into the stone floors like cutting Tofu. 

--silence--

It took time for Ichabob to register what he hosts saw. 

F***!

What sort of strength did it take to do this? Are you sure you aren't a monster wearing human clothing? 

Ichabob faltered realizing how bad his current situation was. 

Son of a b**ch! 

He cursed under his breath. 

'If they can boldly storm into my home what's stopping them from killing me off now? Although it's not their style, it doesn't mean it cannot happen.' 

Warden Samantha smirked, as though knowing his thoughts. "Well then, Lord Ichabob... you see... I am a woman of peace."

Woman of peace?

'I beg to differ.' Ichabob inwardly retorted, seeing his broken door and his beaten-up guards outside. And what's up with her men dusting off one of his couches in another close corner?

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Taking a seat, Samantha looked like an office boss, calling a disobedient employee to order. 

"My dear, Lord Ichabob... peace is always the best option, don't you agree?"

What else could he say? Though he would never admit it, this woman scared the living daylight out of him.

"Yes, yes, yes... peace... peace is always best."

"Oh?" With her arms crossed over her chest, Samantha slowly tapped her left fingers on her arm. 

"If you agree, then why do I hear that you're spearheading an operation to take me out?"

"MiSUNDERSTANDING! MISUNDERSTANDING! Who is feeding you with such blatant lies?!"

Don't blame Ichabod for turning white to black. The woman's aura was not a joke.

"Misunderstanding?"

Samantha's voice was calm but laced with an underlying threat that sent shivers down Ichabod's spine.

Dear Heavens, who will save him from this woman? 

Slowly standing on her feet, Smanatha casually straightened her back.

"Lord Ichabod, misunderstandings have dire consequences. Remember this moment. If you're smart, you won't cross me again."

Turning away, Samantha walked out with her hands in her pocket.

Her entourage trailed behind, with one of them informing Ichabod to later send the bill for the door and other damages to them. 

(-_-)

Well, at least she was nice enough to pay for what she destroyed. Right?

The hell she is! 

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Ichabod fell on his couch, now soaked in sweat from top to bottom. 

"What? You're still here?"

He completely forgot about the servant girls hiding behind his ouch. "Get out before I kill you all!!!"New chapters are published on ɴovelFɪre.net

"Ahhhh!"

The poor women fled for their lives, leaving the fire breathing Ichabod behind.

Whatever entertainment he had planned earlier was now canceled! 

"She knows... They know... " Ichabod mumbled to himself in a daze. "But how? How can they--... A mole?"

A traitor in their midst? 

No! No! They've come too back to back down. 

Darting to the floor, Ichabob rushed to his chambers to dress up and go out. 

But where to? Of course to warn the others and his Prince!