I'm the King Of Technology

1706  This Is Just The Beginning

Many had stiff smiles as countless thoughts began flooding their heads.

Firstly, who was his wife? And was he here solely for raging revenge?

One of the women didn't dare give up, blinking her eyes seductively and looking at Peetage as softly as she could.

"Pray kind sir, we do not know the wife you speak of."

"Yes, yes... we are people who love women more than anything else. So how can it be possible that we would bring harm to your wife?"

"Sirs, believe us! This must be a setup from our many enemies because poor weak women like ourselves can never go against strong, manly, handsome men like you."

The more they spoke the more the Witches regained their former confidence, especially after seeing that none of the men were stopping them from talking.

It meant they were beginning to soften greatly right?

Thinking like this, a wave of thrill and confidence washed over the group of elders at the back and nude women at the front.

Soon, one of the elders gave a signal, and the most beautiful and seductively looking woman slowly rose from her knees, allowing her long luscious fiery hair to drop below her shoulders, reaching the tip of her perky nipples.

Her eyes were olive and slanted seductively, her lips plump and full, and her body was a breathtaking beauty sculptured by the hands of the Gods themselves.

With a shy smile on her lips, she slowly made her way to the strange burly man with a half-mask, the one who was the leader of the group.

Of course, this was Peetage, sitting comfortably with his legs apart and his body leaned into his seat and one hand on his chin, not saying a word.

"My Lord..." the woman softly called, unmoving her hips toward the strong man.

It took all her might for her not to throw up in disgust when looking at so many arrogant men. But on the subsurface, her face showed longing for their touch and their passion.

"My Lord... Believe us, we would never harm your lady... How dare we? My Lord, if this is some kind of misunderstanding, I humbly apologize to my people and swear to investigate and give the perpetrator up... But my lord... look at us, we aren't bad either, right?"

Very slowly, the woman raised a land, wanting to run it down his chest.

'Hmph! I'll see how arrogant you'll be once I'm riding you like a horse later! No man born of a woman can resist my fiery touch of lust!'

Why do you think they called her magic fingers? She could make a man wild with her caresses.

The woman thought well, and so did the other women who stared at the land about to land its mark on its victim.

'Yes... yes... that's it. Touch him and let him bend to our will!'

Everyone's eyes bulged open, as they watched the woman's magic fingers descend on Peetage.

But just when it was inches from his chest, the woman suddenly rolled to the side, screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking dangerously with murderous intent.

Needless to say, the already delicate atmosphere had now become even more deadlier.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh~

The woman looked at her trembling left hand and couldn't believe her eyes.

Blood! Blood! Blood!

There was an arrow plunged deep into her left palm with blood now oozing and squirting out from any openings around the arrow.

Son of a b**ch!

The shit hurt like crazy, as she couldn't stop her hands from trembling.

All her veins now popped out in display, something she detested seeing as it reminded her of very very old age --33.

What woman likes being old?

At 33, most women are grandmothers; their children at 15 or 17 already have their first child.

With the new dawn, everyone turns into an old woman overnight.

At this very old age of 33, her veins started showing more than ever, which was why she took even more care of her hands and feet, not wanting a single vein to show.

But now, you can forget about it!

She saw all green veins staring at her as though reminding her she was so old she could turn to dust from being ancient.

Perhaps it was the pain, the fury of her being old or the audacity of these worthless men injuring her magic hands, but the woman suddenly flipped for just a few seconds before realizing herself and calming down.

"You lowly bastard! Do you know how much my hands cost? Do you--"

The woman caught herself, quickly making the fury on her eyes and replacing it with pain amazed gentleness. But all this only made Peetage's expressionless face men abruptly laugh.

Bahahhahahahhahahhahahah~

"What a foolish woman!"

"Would you look at that? They think just anyone can seduce the master?"

"Tsk. If everyone in the empire has tried and failed, then who are they to think they could succeed overnight?"

The witches who heard this twisted their faces deep in thought before abruptly turning their attention to Peetage with trembling lips and eyes filled with alarm.

No! No!

How can it be him? Not good!

Recalling what they did to his wife when she rejected their offer of joining their Witch crusade, many had cold sweats and jelly bones that made them go limp on the ground.

Peetage sneered, his eyes burning with a fiery light that couldn't be extinguished easily.

"What? You remember my darling wife now?"

"This... This..."

All the witches had a thousand words but couldn't get them past their tongues.

In particular, Mother Superior opened and closed her mouth so many times that you would think she was eating some invisible meal they couldn't see.

Can they say they didn't mean it?

Can they say they didn't mean to hurt her?

Of course not! When they attacked her, it made it clear that until she accepts them, they will continue making life difficult for her.