I'm the King Of Technology C.1897 The Unknown

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Sacred Order leader when listening to Frederik's current movements. "Who is the man?" "An Unknown."

Unknown? Hiss!~

Everyone's face twisted in disbelief and alarm. Do you know how hard getting an Unknown title is from them? Understand that in this world, the TOEPs are like Gods. They have eyes and ears everywhere. They can get any intel with a snap of their fingers. The only thing that might delay the news is the travel time it took for the news to circulate. So with how mighty they advocated themselves to be, what does it mean when they purposefully go out to find one's identity but come back with no results? Unknown? Who is it that evaded their detection when fleeing? Understand that they have tried to chase this unknown man severally after his meeting with Frederik. But for some reason, the man seemed to always vanish into thin air. Ghosts? Tsk. They didn't bloody believe in any damn ghosts. The man must have some unique escape technique that evaded them. "Dammit!" The leader of the hidden fortress exclaimed. "It's really pissing me off that there is still such a terrible person alive and we do not know everything about him?!"

He continued–

"This sort of thing can bring a shit load of problems to us in the long run if not nipped in the butt." Torres, the Sacred Order leader said nothing, but deep down, he still felt superior in his heart. 'What a bunch of wastes. What is the organization paying you all if you can't even catch one man?' Tsk. It seems that only people from his Sacred Order might be able to handle the man. After all, they were the top ranked and most dangerous correction group usually sent out to clean up butchered or failed operations. They were also sent to clean up any treasonous members too. "Leave it to us." Torres gave a lazy eye to the fuming Fort leader.

Since the fort leader was sure that the man will be meeting Frederick in 3 days, why not plan to hit 2 birds with one stone? 3 days… "We strike in 3 days." Torres commanded, stepping his cold eyes across the room. Like that, the Sacred Order had successfully perched grounds in Richmond Town… unknown to 5th Prince Frederik.

… "How? How did they do it?" Frederick touched the soft tissue paper in wonder. His subordinates also held rolled up cuts of tissue paper, rubbing them on their cheeks in disbelief and wonder. My God! They carefully placed the tissue sheets in the table and wiped their hands severally before picking up the pieces once more, as if their bodies were covered in filth and their paper was some godly artifact that was far above them all. "Your Highness, so .. so this soft pillow is used to clean between one's filthy buttocks? Sacrilege! That's an insult to its greatness!" How could they possibly use it in that manner? No! No! I'm such a thing that was supposed to be stored in his treasury for future generations to look at. At the same time, Frederik, who was a research maniac, couldn't help wanting to find out just how the godly tissue was created. "Maybe I can–" Swish! His subordinates hid the tissue behind them in horror. "Your Highness, how can you dare to experiment on such godly paper? What if you damage it in the end? ('0')

They typically obeyed his Highness Frederik and accepted his excesses. But this one was going too far. For all the knew, this tissue paper descended from the heavens, flaring down like a gift to all humanity bathed in golden hues. And here his Highness was trying to experiment on this godly blessing bestowed to humanity for their buttocks?

Sorry, but that's not really an option here. "Your Highness, you can just forget it." "Yeah, your Highness. Look, look, look! We have to focus on more important things, like our meeting in 3 days!!" Seeing Frederik getting distracted, his subordinates breathed out heavily in relief while secretly hiding the stash of tissue paper away. Phew! f𝚛ee𝐰𝗲𝐛n𝐨v𝚎𝗹.com

The man they have been meeting with recently, gave them a pen, pencil, 1 sheet of white writing paper and 100 squares of toilet paper. Even though they had 100 squares of toilet paper, you must be insane to think they would actually use such a heavenly artifact between their buttocks to wipe poop off. Just doing so would give them heart attacks to say the least. .

"Your Highness, I agree with them that for Laboon's sake, you must be the one to sit firmly on the throne." Decan, a burly ginger haired man advised. The others nodded in agreement too. Decan, Bain, and Kilmonga were 3 out of Frederik's 5 most trusted subordinates and second in commands.

They represented Frederik, and if only 3 were here, it meant the other 2 were out on official business on behalf of Frederik. After serving his Highness Frederik for years, they understood that Frederik didn't really desire the throne. He could care less who sits on the throne. But even though he showed no interest in the throne time and time again, his half siblings and aunts (Monarch's other wives), only thought he was pretentious. They saw him like a serpent who was slithering around, waiting for the right moment to strike. Do you know how many attempts have been made on his life by these people? In their eyes, they would rather kill 1 innocent person by mistake, than leave a pretentious serpent behind in the shadows.

If they killed him and he had no such thoughts on the throne, then oh well… It was unfortunate. But if they do kill him and he indeed had such thoughts, wasn't that a good thing? "Your Highness, I hope you see things in our own light. For even if you do not wish to fight, others will never let you go. So why not become serious once and for all?"

Frederik paused, knowing that there was truth in their words. Frederik clenched his fists, knowing he couldn't keep running forever. Indeed, it was time to take a stand and fight back… Fight back to get the throne!