I'm the King Of Technology

Freedom sure was a wonderful word.

All they have to do is wait for their people to break them free and then, they will have all the sweet revenge they desire. That being said, the one to pass the message on to them was one of Sebastian Barn's men. Jones knew that soon enough, the entire Pyno continent would become a rumbling stone. Baymard will be the first to get affected, but don't think they'll be leaving the other Pyno empires just yet. Bastards! Each and every one of them were bastards who willingly agreed to still keep him, the Baker, trapped and locked in here. Smart empires would try to break him free so they can curry favor with Morgany. Although they didn't know his true identity as the blood brother of the current Pirate Ruler, they have at least heard his official pirate name, The Baker. You would think that by now, hundreds of attempts would have been made on their end to free him up. But from what he saw, these bloody imbeciles were more than happy keeping him behind bars. Whitebeard also felt these Pyno empires were quite bold. Thankfully, their chance for revenge is coming. "Brother, I will prepare my side for the day." "Hmmm… winter is coming." Jones replied, slowly taking to his feet. "Goodbye brother… they'll never see us coming." Right on cue, Rowen appeared on the doorway in the far left. His presence alone signified that it was time for Jones to head back. Jones smirked at Rowen, inwardly looking forward to the day he is broken free from this place. Jones swore with every fiber in his being that he would eat Rowen clean when he got out. As a cannibal, do you think it's easy to go on for years and years without the simple taste of human flesh? He had to admit that after being forced into a no-human diet, his initial cravings had given down drastically. Before, he used to hate eating animal meat. But now, he could wolf them all down without any distaste. He even found that he could survive on them alone without consuming human flesh. However, a part of him would always remain cannibal. Once in a while, it wouldn't be bad to eat human flesh, right?

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Like that, Jones was escorted to his cell with thoughts of cannibalism and freedom running through his brain. But he wasn't the only one with blissful thoughts. …

-Richmond Town, Eastern Regions, Laboon Empire, Tenola–

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The massive town gates were opened as early as 5:30 Am. In the summertime, the sun came out around 5. People moved their bodies, filling their carts, wagons and trolleys, with wheat, grains and other items. Wake up! Wake up! The sun seemed to spit these words in their faces with every passing second. The shops opened, the kilns burned and the smell of freshly baked bread cloaked particular areas within the town. Everyone knows that owning a baking kiln was a luxury. That's why in the wee moments of the morning, a long stream of peasants would line up outside the bakeries, handing over their dough so the bakers could turn them into bread. Of course, it will cost you extra to have the Baker use his own dough to fix you some bread. A profession as old as time, Bakers have never truly lacked customers or fallen into bankrupt situations, unless some wild rumor spreads about their bakery, like for example, they using human flesh to bake meat pies and so on. Although Cannibalism was a thing in this era, a good number of people still feared eating human flesh. What they feared again the most was that maybe if they got too familiar with such a bakery, it would be their own bodies one day placed in those pies and meat-baked goods. Horses running, horses walking, horses twisting… there was little to no roadside order at first glance. Accidents already happened at the crack of dawn, but many were already used to it. But amidst the everyday hustle and bustle of the town stood several men in black ordinary attires who passed through the town's gates and were now strolling unhurriedly. The men said nothing, but kept their eyes glued on their surroundings. Soon, they arrived behind the town's largest feces dumping ground. It seems that taking in the smell of poop was quite a normal thing in today's era. Every town, city and village you enter, must first welcome you with the mild or strong stench of poop. People carried wagons and buckets of poop to dump here. Understand that modern toilet flushing systems weren't a thing here in Tenola. Many people still used stones, twigs, dried up hay stalks, and harsh fabric to wipe their butts. Royals use particular medieval sponges cleaned and shared among themselves. Showering no expression, the men ci tuned on, reaching the far back of the feces dumping ground. And there, they met with a man with a clean bucket at hand. Soon, they were heading back underground and given quarters for them to rest in. However, they weren't here for vacation. Sitting cross-legged opposite the leader of this underground camp site, they began their inquiries. …

-Silence-

The air was tense, as both sides sat in collective silence, staring at each other intensely. "My, my, my… I'm honored to see the renowned Scared Order visiting my little operation here. But enough of that. I'll cut to the chase. 3rd Prince Frederik is still within Richmond Town. We have eyes and ears on him right now as we speak." Hmmm… The Sacred Order nodded, finding that most of the questions he wished to ask were already answered. Good… He liked talking with smart people. Following that, he learnt of Prince Frederik's movements during this period and was a little baffled since Frederick's actions were a little out of his character. Frederik from what his report said, was someone who advocated for peace and hated getting caught up in any dramas and shouldn't originally concern him. Frederik was more or less like a researcher, spending his time in libraries and experimental labs rather than going out and competing for the throne. So what was this? Why did he travel all the way to Richmond Town to meet with some mysterious man?

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