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nOn the floor, several men were currently shivering from fear.

nThey were just poor messengers, so why did they have to be treated as such?

nTheir eyes met the Tyrant's, and they unconsciously felt like begging for mercy.

nTheir thin frail bodies trembled, as they watched the tyranny place the letter that they had just delivered on his table.

nHeavens!.... why them?

nAs for the tyrant in question, he looked at them in rage while wringing his handkerchief.

nOf course the tyrant in question, was none other than Nopline.

nHe was wearing thick blue robes, and his entire outfit was made even more pronounced with all the jewelry on him.

nHe had several rings on all 10 fingers, as well as several gold chains around his neck as well.

nIn short, the man looked like Money.

nShaking his big butt on his chair, he struggled to get up from his seat with the assistance of some of his men around.

nHe calmly walked towards the men kneeling down on the floor and snapped his fingers.

nAnd just like that, several servants brought forget at least 10 trays of plates, ceramic cups and so on.

nAs people who had worked with Nopline all this time, how could they not know the behaviour of their master up till now?

nWhenever their master attended to guests, he would usually request for empty trays of breakable items.

nOne should know that if their master wanted to kill someone with a sword, the person would have to stand up before he does so..... because their master was just too lazy to bend down.

nSo rather than going through that hassle, their master would rather throw objects at them instead.

nFor sure, this was the better option for their master.

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"Hurry up you fool!!

nBring the tray closed!!

" Nopline yelled at one of the servants while looking at the kneeling men on the floor in rage.

nHe quickly reached for a goblet and shot it at one of the men kneeling down.

n'Pang! Land! Lang! Lang! Lang!'

nThe man dodged the attack, and the goblet immediately hit the ground instead.

nNopline looked at the man, before turning towards one of the guards beside him.

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"Kill him.

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nThe other men kneeling on the ground were more terrified than ever.

nWhat exactly made that tyrant kill their friend?

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"Men..... take him away.

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"No!... No!... No, my lord!

nPlease forgive me!

nPlease my lord... pl.....ughhhhhhhh!

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nBefore the man could even finish begging for his life, the guard had already sliced off his head.

nNopline looked at the terrified men and sneered.

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"Any of you that dodges any of my attacks, will follow his footsteps.

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n'Gulp.'

nThe rest of the men kneeling on the floor, all trembled even more... and quickly nodded their heads in understanding.

nTheir friend had died in front of their very eyes.... so what more could they say?

nSure, they felt angry deep within..... but they weren't stupid as to poke someone like Nopline.

nAnd just like that, Nopline vented his anger on these messengers.

n'Pang!'

n'Crash!'

n'Bam!'

n'Shrieeeeeekkkk!'

n'Boom!'

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nSeveral items flew across the room and hit their targets hard.

nThe servants who carried the trays, all acted as if this was to be expected and all took turns on presenting the item in their tray to their master.

nAs for Nopline.... he just continued shooting in rage, until his breathing became heavier.

nSeeing this, the servants knew it was time.

nYup!

nTheir master couldn't do this for long, as he wasn't fit body wise to keep it up.

nWith that, they slight bowed towards him and went at the back to make their presence invisible once more.

nOf course seeing their master like this, some of the guards also aided him back to his seat as well.

nAnd after Nopline felt like he had let enough steam out, he finally began calming down.

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nNopline looked at the letter before him and crumbled it in his palms.

nWhat did they mean by saying that no slave ship had arrived?

nOf course, even if these shops didn't arrive, he was still confident in winning the war against Baymard.... as he had taken into account the worst-case scenario when he planned everything earlier.

nBut still, it was somewhat painful to lose so many people who could've acted as good shields for his more experienced knights.

nThey would be at the front to take most damages from the enemy.

nIn short, he wanted those slaves to be at the front line to act as distractions.

nEverything would've been better if those ships would've arrived in Terique as planned.

nBut No!..... Once more, his grand plans seemed to have failed again.

nHe looked toward the sky and felt that everything was a conspiracy.

nFor the past few years, all of his plans failed one after the other... which made him feel like maybe he was cursed.

nSo he got believers from all sorts of religions to pray over him.

nIn short, he had also specially invited some prayer warriors from other continents too.

nBut after all that, his bad luck didn't even lessen at all.

nInstead, it became worse.

nSo why won't he think that this whole thing was a conspiracy?

nHe felt that someone in the heavens was really trying to drive him to an early grave.

nBut too bad for them, he would never allow himself to fall into any trap that led to his death.

nHe, Master Nopline... Master of the best entertainment dens, would never fall down so easily.

nHmph!!

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nWithin the hall, Nopline looked towards the balcony on the side and focused his attention on the beautiful sky view while sneering.

n'F*** the heavens!

nI'll take destiny in my own hands, and I'll succeed too.'

nAnd while he was deep in thought, another knight hurried into the room and whispered something into his ears.

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"My lord, there's another group of messengers wanting to see you.

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"I'm too tired to see them, so tell them to leave!

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"But my Lord..... they say that it's a message from Hemrew!

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