[Welcome Host]

A monotone voice spoke.

“Host, who’s a number?” the person questioned in confusion.

“Lord Hisha.” says a person with a respectful tone, he’s tall and obtained a slender physique, a good-looking face and virtually an ideal jaw line, his nostril sharp and his posture straight as a butler. He then clears his throat when he seen that his lord was nonetheless dozing off, “ahem ahem.”

“Who? Argh!” the person growled in ache that made him drop to the bottom whereas holding his head. ‘The identify is true that was me however I am not a lord’ he thought with a confused tone.

‘Who the hell are you referring to as Lord? I am Hisha Fang! I work at a report retailer!’ He protested angrily in his ideas.

The very last thing he remembered was watching a number of individuals passing by the window earlier than he slept on his desk due to boredom.

‘Lord… hmm that sounds nearly proper.’ He held a smirk to his ideas.

Elevating his head, his consideration was drawn to his palms, he was bowled over by the veins that bulged on the again of his tanned palm.

‘Muscular arms?!’ He freaked out which makes his eyes bulge on the sight.

Wanting down at his clothes, it was removed from the easy striped shirt and denims trousers he often wore on a great day.

As an alternative of a shirt, he was gazing his rock-hard abs–shirtless. A gold chain with an onyx stone hung loosely on his neck. The one piece of clothes on him was a pair of black fitted pants tucked right into a excessive black heeled ankle boot.

Wanting behind him, he noticed the backrest of a golden throne, the very one this physique he was in was sitting on.

‘What the heck?!’ Hisha screams in shock as he really feel his face, and the define of his jaw.

His eyes lastly darted to the one who had known as on this unusual physique which shared the identical identify as he did.

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“My lord?” The identical voice known as on his consideration in a robust air of respect and ritual.

He had darkish brown hair styled in a windswept method with longer bangs that dangle to the best aspect of his face which fades to amber brown on the ends and has a pale pores and skin with an uncommon expressionless face.

Carrying a a beige gown shirt, a brown and amber vest, slim black pants, black gown boots, and black gloves with. Most notably sporting a protracted, darkish brown tailcoat with dragon scale patterns, gold and silver accents, golden tassels.

‘A butler maybe?’ Hisha puzzled, however there was one thing about his eyes that did not match proper with the outline.

His giant purple glowing eyes stared at Hisha, most likely ready for a solution to what he had stated.

‘Glide, you dimwit!’ Hisha scolded himself.

“What’s it…” He paused in his speech, realizing he did not know easy methods to deal with this individual.

“Kritz, my lord.” He helped out.

“That is proper,” Hisha replied instantly. Dismissing the assistance Kritz had unintentionally rendered to resolve one thriller.

The atmosphere appeared oddly unusual, there have been no vehicles, no tall constructions spanning out as he appeared out on the open sand-covered area.

‘Open area? What am I doing sitting right here?’ Hisha tilted his head in confusion.

Instinctively, he leaned ahead to take a look at what was under the excessive rise his chair was positioned on.

“What the hell?!” Hisha did a double-take on the massive crowd of females standing within the enviornment, all wanting bashful and timid upon making eye contact with him.

‘Is that this some kind of stunning dream?’ Hisha’s lips curved right into a smile at being graced with this sight.

“Kritz, inform me, why are these stunning ladies simply standing idle?” Hisha leaned again on his throne, throwing his toes over the best armrest.

He seen Kritz him with brows raised and his eyes narrowed at Hisha.

“They’re a part of your harem ready to your verdict, lord Hisha.” He replied with a slight bow.

“Hare–!” Hisha choked on his phrases, springing to his toes.

“What number of are they?” He questioned by way of gritted tooth, his eyes scanning under him, attempting to rely on his personal whereas Kritz prepares to provide me an estimate.

“Six thousand 9 hundred and sixty-nine, my lord.” Kritz reduce in.

“Six thou–” Hisha swallowed arduous, refusing to imagine what he had simply heard.

‘How might this physique have this a lot? What might they presumably need my verdict for?’ Hisha’s eyes darted in regards to the quite a few ladies.

“What verdict?” He turned his consideration in direction of Kritz.

But once more the identical suspicious eyes got to his query.

Elevating his chin, he could not care much less what this Kritz butler considered his lord at this level.

Being clueless about all that went on earlier than he had mysteriously transmigrated right here and on this physique would depart him wanting solutions as any regular individual would.

Letting out a sigh, Kritz shook his head earlier than he tried to reply, “the declaration you made to choose solely one of the best out of the robust and exquisite ladies of the land of Kurg.”

‘What the heck do I want that a lot for?’ Hisha staggered again.

“Let me guess,” He chuckled barely on account of how all of them wearing revealing fight garments.

On second thought, he noticed the open area. The sector plagued by weapons, destruction, and carnage did appear to be the Roman arenas the place contests may very well be held.

“They’re right here for some event.” He laughed at his joke.

“That’s proper, my lord.” Kritz nodded in settlement.

“They await your verdict on the earlier event.” He continued, turning his consideration in direction of the open area along with his palms clasped behind him.