Star Forge Titan

“…” The emperor sat in his chair in a daze for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

"Armand, you, how can a high-level mage age so quickly?"

"Oh, that can only be said that my heart is rejecting these tedious government affairs." The old wizard shrugged and said mischievously like an old naughty boy:

After a few more words, the Chief Financial Officer finally asked to resign:

"If there is nothing else, please allow me to take my leave."

"Go, go." The emperor waved his hands repeatedly, looking helpless.

After everyone left the study, the young emperor sitting on the velvet chair suddenly pulled off his wig with an annoyed look, and at the same time removed the disguise created by the magic item.

"Ahhh, Teacher Armand must have seen something! It's all that stupid and foolish brother's fault!" Catherine stomped her feet in anger and looked out the window indignantly.

As for the stupid brother mentioned by Her Royal Highness the Blonde Diamond-Head Princess, he is currently exercising vigorously, oh, and exercising with a group of young and beautiful ladies.

"Huff, huff, huff." Rapid panting sounds were heard from a room in the Moulin Rouge.

The sound was like someone was strangling the throat, and soon became intermittent, and finally fell into complete silence.

The stranger in the pitch-black cloak loosened his grip on the throat and let the lifeless body roll to the ground.

"Now, you don't have to worry about rehearsals anymore." Looking at the dead orchestra conductor lying on the ground, the unidentified stranger chuckled and said:

Because of the frequent need for theatrical performances, the Moulin Rouge has always employed a band.

A few minutes ago, the orchestra conductor, who had just finished today's rehearsal, dragged himself back to his own independent lounge, exhausted.

He hummed a little tune as he pushed open the door, then scooped up some water from the washbasin and patted his hot face.

But just as he was groping for the towel, the commander accidentally grabbed a piece of cloth with a strange feel. He opened his eyes in surprise and saw a stranger in a black cloak appearing in front of him, and what he was holding was just a corner of the other person's cloak.

"Sir, this is backstage at the theater. You shouldn't be coming in! This will disturb our rehearsal!" The conductor immediately shouted indignantly when he found out that the other party was not a staff member of the Moulin Rouge.

Then, the previous scene happened.

"Are you sure that the news is reliable?" Another person walked out from behind the stranger, and their voices inexplicably gave people a very similar feeling.

"Maybe, but it's worth a try." The person who answered the question was not the stranger in the cloak, but a third person who appeared immediately afterwards.

"Anyway."

"Even if he's not, he's just a businessman."

"Killing him wouldn't hurt anything."

They spoke these words one after another in an extremely coherent manner. They were clearly three different individuals, but it seemed as if only one person was standing there, muttering to himself whatever was in his mind.

"But, I don't like those... fanatical art lovers."

"rest assured."

"only."

"Mutual Exploitation"

“That’s all.”

The three of them were silent for a moment, as if they had reached some kind of consensus, and then they wanted to push the door open and leave.

As soon as the door was opened a crack, a naked young man ran past along the corridor outside the door.

The man had flowing golden hair, which was now rising and falling with his steps forward. In contrast, there was another object swinging left and right.

All in all, the naked man looked very cool when running.

It's like they have absolutely no shame!

Chapter 107: Escaping from Danger (Part 1)

Count Donald, this is the fake identity used by the current Emperor of Linde, Conrad Karl Drusus Carolingian, when he goes out for fun.

Due to the social changes caused by the technological revolution, many ordinary people have become new nobles by relying on the opportunities brought by the magical industrial revolution.

Therefore, a count without land and without hereditary title would not attract too much unnecessary attention. In Lutetia, the capital of Linde, there were too many new nobles like him.

Earl was roughly the highest title they could obtain; anything above that wasn't attainable through donations or ordinary technological innovation. The old nobility still held onto the titles of Marquis and Duke, the two highest titles that granted them fiefdoms large enough and powerful enough to be called duchies.

Moreover, these two levels of titles, even if they are just honorary titles without land, are eligible to participate in the core political affairs of the Linde Senate.

The noble elders would not allow merchants or scholars to become nobles with such rights by relying on magical engineering, a new thing that has only been around for a hundred years.

As Emperor of the Empire, Donald's appearance had been altered through both magical and non-magical means. His blond hair had been temporarily dyed brown with a washable natural dye, then temporarily fixed with the aid of magical equipment he carried. His facial features had also been slightly modified with makeup and magical accessories, giving him a different appearance than usual.

In addition, although this era already had relatively primitive photography technology, the limitations of black and white photos did not allow the emperor's appearance to be known to everyone.

And with a little bit of magic...

Although Earl Donald frequently went to crowded public entertainment venues, his identity was never exposed.

Even the ladies and young ladies who had intimately discussed literature and flower arrangement art with him did not recognize the true identity of the young and wealthy Earl.

Yet, today, Donald's back began to sweat. His Majesty, who dreamed of a carefree life like a tropical fish, sensed something amiss, relying on his instinct for a crisis, developed from years of slacking off and "fighting" against his devoted ministers and his serious cousin.

But he appeared to be normal, and continued to please every lady with poems of praise as before.

"When love fades, the human heart is nothing but an empty grave." The count stood in the middle of the room and recited his new work to the ladies and young ladies with longing looks on their faces.

"And my heart is now like the garden of the goddess of spring, full of flowers of love in full bloom."

As he spoke, Earl Donald began to pace back and forth in the richly decorated reception room.

He first came to the lady in a reddish-brown dress. This beautiful woman had long brown hair, and her figure was as undulating as the distant northern mountains. However, her eyes burned with an unsettling hunger, and her fingers unconsciously dug into the armrest.

"Katia, your beauty is like that tulip, elegant and fragrant."

"Thank you for your compliment." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Katia immediately smiled brightly.

The other ladies around her looked at her with murderous eyes. Although some of them were still sitting in their seats, the sound of their teeth gnashing was particularly obvious, and their backs were slightly bent forward, as if they were wild beasts that might pounce on their prey and tear it apart at any time.

The Earl's fingers twitched, and he subconsciously wanted to touch an inconspicuous ring on his hand. This ring could send out a distress signal and contact the guards to come immediately.

But in the end he did nothing. He just gently kissed Mrs. Katia's hand and looked at another younger lady next to her.

"And Christie, your beauty is like a white lily, pure and otherworldly." Donald bent down and gazed affectionately at the girl in a white long dress.

"Ah." The girl exclaimed softly, turned her head to look to the side as if shy, and at the same time showed a smug expression to others.

Although Miss Christie did not have the seductive figure of mature ladies, she exuded the innocence and purity that only a young girl could have. Although at the Moulin Rouge, this innocence was mostly fake, it still attracted many men.

The Earl, who is fully aware of his year-round estrus characteristics, is of course no exception.

However, today he saw a hint of hunger in those seemingly innocent eyes. It was not the lust he was familiar with, but a more primitive and dangerous desire.

As the words of praise came out, the dangerous atmosphere between the ladies became more and more intense.

But Donald acted as if he hadn't noticed anything and turned to look at the third lady.

She was a petite lady. Although she wore mature makeup, her figure looked as cute as a girl who had not yet grown up. Her contradictory and opposite temperament made her exude a peculiar temptation.

"As for Gloria, you are the gardenia, small and fragrant, and completely irresistible." Donald walked around to the back of the high chair where Miss Gloria was sitting with her legs dangling in the air, pressed the back of the chair with both hands, and stared at her from top to bottom with a loving look.

"Yeah," Miss Gloria made a very cute sound and glanced quickly at the others.

At this moment, her eyes were no longer cute, but revealed a kind of pride and provocation like a vicious dog.

As usual, Donald did not notice the strangeness between the lady and the young lady. He just kept repeating similar behaviors, making the atmosphere in the room gradually become as fierce as the Colosseum.

Finally, the handsome count half-knelt again in front of Madame Thiolle, who was wearing a dark green gown. This mature and beautiful lady was a shareholder and co-founder of the Moulin Rouge, the city of abundance that Donald had been unable to conquer for so long.

"As for you, my starlight, my white moon, my red sun."

"You are the queen of flowers, the rose as red as blood."

"Let me get close even at the risk of getting stabbed."

"Oh, Count, you are so... cute." Ms. Tiole gently raised her hand and touched Donald's face.

The action that was enough to excite the young earl now made him shiver all over as if he was touched by a snake's tongue, because he noticed that the other person's skin was smooth but also very cold.

Until this moment, Donald's intuition told him that the time was almost up.

The terrible attention that had been directed upon her had been replaced by mutual hostility among the ladies.

"Please forgive my abruptness, but your beauty makes me dizzy. I must leave for a while and relax my mind with the flowing clear spring." As he spoke, the count's eyes were still filled with deep love, and the smile on his face was as warm and loving as the sun.

However, his body was like a caterpillar that arched its body, moving slowly, bit by bit.

Back away towards the door at the fastest speed possible that won't arouse alarm.

Urination may be old-fashioned, but it works!

"Count, please wait a moment." At this moment, Madame Thiole, who had always been looking at him with a smile, suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" The Earl immediately stopped and showed the typical attitude of a scumbag who listened attentively.

"Since you compare everyone here to flowers, a question arises."

Ms. Tiole raised her finger and touched her bright red lips, which were so beautiful that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

"In a garden full of spring..."

"Which flower do you like best?"

In an instant, Donald's expression froze and his vest was soaked with cold sweat.

Chapter 108: Escaping from Danger

It is said that a strong young male lion can mate more than fifty times a day during the estrus period.

But human power is limited. Even lions will show an expression of "not having a drop left" when faced with too many female lions in a huge lion group.

At that point, the unsatisfied lioness may even chase after the male lion and do the horrific act of tearing his testicles.

As if to say——

"Hand over XX!!!"

The voice that used to be sweet and pleasant was now so sharp that it hurt the ears.

At this moment, His Majesty Donald Carolingian, who was pretending to be an earl, deeply felt the lion's sorrow.

However, what was torn apart was not his most precious source of happiness for the time being.

Thanks to the intricate layers of Lind's gown, the jacket was the first thing to be ripped off, then the shirt, then the trousers.

By the time he got to the pants, His Majesty Donald had already opened the door with great difficulty, despite being torn apart by a group of crazy women.

Then he ran out screaming, holding his underwear.

"Someone! Someone! Someone come quickly! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Donald shouted for help without caring about his face.

However, just as he had expected, no one showed up even though he screamed like a molested noble lady.

As for the magic ring used to summon help, the moment the fixed spell was activated, the gem embedded in the ring immediately cracked. Fine cracks spread across the front of the gem, and the magical signal that should have been emitted was like a stone thrown into the sea, causing no ripples at all.

Previously, the reason why he did not activate the ring immediately was that he was worried that the signal he sent out would be discovered by the mastermind who might be observing in secret, but now, the result is obviously several times worse than expected!

"Don't run, Count!"

"You haven't told everyone who your favorite is yet!?!"

"Is it me? Is it me! Is it me!?!"

The once beautiful ladies were now on all fours, like a group of completely mad beasts, roaring and chasing Donald along the floor, walls and even the ceiling.

With his body alienated and his mind distorted, Donald immediately realized what was happening.

Apart from that group of cultists, what other spell could do such a terrible thing in a short period of time?

Donald, who was filled with grief and anger, was in a trance when someone pulled the elastic band of his underwear from behind. The moment he felt his balls being pulled, despair quickly surged into the earl's heart.

But he was at least a transcendent who had received warrior training, even though he was only at the first level, and had relied on drugs to get to that level...

In any case, as a superhuman, although he became a superhuman in order to have muscles to show off and to do happy things better, Donald is at least stronger than ordinary people.

So, therefore, he took the initiative to tear off his underwear using his arm strength!

The moment he got rid of all the restraints and liberated his natural nature, Donald's speed increased. He was 1.8 meters tall and he stretched out his strong long legs, feeling the breeze coming towards him. His skin rubbed against the air without any obstruction, and he ran freely in the spacious corridor - naked.

For some reason, the usually bustling Moulin Rouge was deserted today, and he couldn't contact his guards at all. He couldn't bring himself to attack the ladies, and with the mediocre skills he'd honed from slacking off for 47.5 hours over two days, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat them even if he tried.

So, the only thing Donald can do at this moment is to run naked at full speed.