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Moans of pleasure and joy could be heard through the door.

�Your Highness, Darmov, the Minister of Internal Affairs of the capital, wants an audience.�

Instead of answering, I heard the screams of men and women, and as if that was a signal, the guards opened the door.

�This is beyond imagination.�

The smell of corruption stung my nose first, and 200 men and women were doing beastly acts in a huge space.

The pretty boy and the pretty girl were both beautiful and young, but when they looked at them in bulk, it was as if they were seeing a monster with bizarre things.

�What are you?�

An undressed middle-aged man was sitting on a golden chair, smoking a pipe.

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The King of Desire, Gustav Havitz, 17 years old.

The face was ugly long, the nose was small, but the eyes were beautiful like a woman�s, and they were in perfect harmony.

�It�s exactly what I heard.�

In this place filled with the air of pleasure, only he was watching the actions of others without doing anything.

Rumor has it that he smokes an asker.

It was a powerful drug that was banned even in the empire because even if it was forcibly blocked for one day, he would commit suicide.

�But Harvits 17 enjoys askers.�

Smoke 3 grams exactly every 24 hours.

�The strongest temperance achieves the greatest desire.�

It was a famous saying that spoke of Harvitz�s disposition, and it was the reason he survived among more than 700 siblings.

�The empire mourns the death of the emperor.�You have to hold the succession ceremony as soon as possible.�

�it�s bothering.�There are no women and no men to strip off, no things to have, no ambitions there.�When I want to become emperor, I will visit you, so give it to anyone for the time being.�

Harvits burst out laughing and pointed at Darmov.

�What would you rather do?�It wouldn�t be bad to massage the beauty of the empire before dying.�

�What kind of confidence do you mean?�

Feeling terrified, Darmov hurriedly said.

�I don�t know how to respond to Your Highness�s jokes because the small man is stupid.�

�Puhahahaha!�

Asker�s smoke billowed out of Havitz�s throat as he turned his head and smiled.

Laughter suddenly cuts off. JrNovels.com