524 Cursed
On the floor, several men were currently shivering from fear.
They were just poor messengers, so why did they have to be treated as such?
Their eyes met the Tyrant's, and they unconsciously felt like begging for mercy.
Their thin frail bodies trembled, as they watched the tyranny place the letter that they had just delivered on his table.
Heavens!.... why them?
As for the tyrant in question, he looked at them in rage while wringing his handkerchief.
Of course the tyrant in question, was none other than Nopline.
He was wearing thick blue robes, and his entire outfit was made even more pronounced with all the jewelry on him.
He had several rings on all 10 fingers, as well as several gold chains around his neck as well.
In short, the man looked like Money.
Shaking his big butt on his chair, he struggled to get up from his seat with the assistance of some of his men around.
He calmly walked towards the men kneeling down on the floor and snapped his fingers.
And just like that, several servants brought forget at least 10 trays of plates, ceramic cups and so on.
As people who had worked with Nopline all this time, how could they not know the behaviour of their master up till now?
Whenever their master attended to guests, he would usually request for empty trays of breakable items.
One 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.
So rather than going through that hassle, their master would rather throw objects at them instead.
For sure, this was the better option for their master.
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"Hurry up you fool!!
Bring the tray closed!!" Nopline yelled at one of the servants while looking at the kneeling men on the floor in rage.
He quickly reached for a goblet and shot it at one of the men kneeling down.
'Pang! Land! Lang! Lang! Lang!'
The man dodged the attack, and the goblet immediately hit the ground instead.
Nopline looked at the man, before turning towards one of the guards beside him.
"Kill him."
The other men kneeling on the ground were more terrified than ever.
What exactly made that tyrant kill their friend?
"Men..... take him away."
"No!... No!... No, my lord!
Please forgive me!
Please my lord... pl.....ughhhhhhhh!"
Before the man could even finish begging for his life, the guard had already sliced off his head.
Nopline looked at the terrified men and sneered.
"Any of you that dodges any of my attacks, will follow his footsteps."
'Gulp.'
The rest of the men kneeling on the floor, all trembled even more... and quickly nodded their heads in understanding.
Their friend had died in front of their very eyes.... so what more could they say?
Sure, they felt angry deep within..... but they weren't stupid as to poke someone like Nopline.
And just like that, Nopline vented his anger on these messengers.
'Pang!'
'Crash!'
'Bam!'
'Shrieeeeeekkkk!'
'Boom!'
'_'
Several items flew across the room and hit their targets hard.
The 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.
As for Nopline.... he just continued shooting in rage, until his breathing became heavier.
Seeing this, the servants knew it was time.
Yup!
Their master couldn't do this for long, as he wasn't fit body wise to keep it up.
With that, they slight bowed towards him and went at the back to make their presence invisible once more.
Of course seeing their master like this, some of the guards also aided him back to his seat as well.
And after Nopline felt like he had let enough steam out, he finally began calming down.
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Nopline looked at the letter before him and crumbled it in his palms.
What did they mean by saying that no slave ship had arrived?
Of 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.
But still, it was somewhat painful to lose so many people who could've acted as good shields for his more experienced knights.
They would be at the front to take most damages from the enemy.
In short, he wanted those slaves to be at the front line to act as distractions.
Everything would've been better if those ships would've arrived in Terique as planned.
But No!..... Once more, his grand plans seemed to have failed again.
He looked toward the sky and felt that everything was a conspiracy.
For the past few years, all of his plans failed one after the other... which made him feel like maybe he was cursed.
So he got believers from all sorts of religions to pray over him.
In short, he had also specially invited some prayer warriors from other continents too.
But after all that, his bad luck didn't even lessen at all.
Instead, it became worse.
So why won't he think that this whole thing was a conspiracy?
He felt that someone in the heavens was really trying to drive him to an early grave.
But too bad for them, he would never allow himself to fall into any trap that led to his death.
He, Master Nopline... Master of the best entertainment dens, would never fall down so easily.
Hmph!!
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Within the hall, Nopline looked towards the balcony on the side and focused his attention on the beautiful sky view while sneering.
'F*** the heavens!
I'll take destiny in my own hands, and I'll succeed too.'
And while he was deep in thought, another knight hurried into the room and whispered something into his ears.
"My lord, there's another group of messengers wanting to see you."
"I'm too tired to see them, so tell them to leave!"
"But my Lord..... they say that it's a message from Hemrew!"
