[The Devil's Law Fanfiction] (15) Overseas Visitor

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Author: xiaoyanglaolang
Posted on the forum on 2016/9/22
Word count: 21447
Foreword:
What to do if I'm not in the mood to write erotica?
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Main Character Introduction
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Main Text
: Although it was only early summer, the midday sun was already showing signs of scorching heat, blazing its rays
on the river.
This was Enke Port, located about thirty miles downstream from the capital of the Lancang Grand Canal. It was also
an important auxiliary port surrounding the capital. The Lancang
Grand Canal of the Empire ran east to west through the empire, a feat achieved through the efforts of several emperors and generations of people
. It connected several major rivers from east to west across the Roland Continent, leading to the sea and forming the empire
's east-west artery. It became an important conduit for supplying blood to the heart of the empire, the "capital."
However, with hundreds of years of peaceful and prosperous life, the capital's prosperity surpassed that of the entire continent. The original
port of the capital city, despite several expansions over generations, still couldn't meet the ever-increasing volume
of ships. Therefore, to alleviate and distribute the burden on the capital's port,
Enke Port was built decades ago, about thirty miles downstream, to share the load
.
Over the decades, with the capital's port tax revenue being 20% higher, small and medium-
sized merchant fleets often preferred to dock here. Although goods still needed to be transshipped overland to
the capital, the slightly lower taxes here somewhat reduced the cost of land transport. Around Enke Port, a small town of over ten thousand people has sprung up over the decades, 　　and several horse-drawn carriage companies from the vicinity of the capital have
even gathered there . 　　At that moment, beside a merchant ship dock in Enke Port, a large ship had just moored. It was a standard 　　ocean liner, with three masts, allowing it to reach high speeds in strong winds 　　. 　　The ship was now stable, and two men who appeared to be merchants had already jumped aboard. After 　　chatting and laughing quietly with the imperial tax official waiting on the dock, they paid their taxes, and then casually pulled out a gold coin, 　　concealing it with their sleeve and slipping it into the official's hand. The official immediately beamed, skipping even a check, and 　　signed the documents directly. A large 　　group of laborers waiting on the dock for work quickly gathered around, noisily 　　pleading and hoping to get some work. 　　Amidst the commotion, a plank had already been lowered from the other side of the ship, and three strong, burly 　　men swaggered off. The leader, nearly two meters tall, was burly and powerfully built. His shaved head gleamed, 　　and a hideous scar ran down his cheek to his heart, sending 　　chills down the spines of most people who dared not even glance at him. 　　Behind him followed a shrewd and capable middle-aged man and a young man with effeminate features 　　. The three watched the bustling crowd at the dock with interest. The two 　　merchants who had disembarked to pay their taxes rushed to the bald man and exchanged a few words. The bald man waved his hand, and 　　one of them shouted towards the ship. 　　Soon, a line of dark-skinned, shirtless, and chained slaves stumbled off the ship amidst 　　the beatings and curses of several fierce men. After the dozens of male slaves disembarked 　　, more than a dozen scantily clad women were driven off the ship. All were young and beautiful, with 　　a sexy, wheat-colored skin unlike that of the Roland people, smooth as the finest silk. Their slender waists 　　swayed naturally like snakes as they moved, exuding a captivating exotic charm that immediately drew 　　everyone's attention. 　　The fierce men who had driven the slaves off the ship with whips, like herding livestock, 　　shouted and cursed arrogantly, their lewd eyes flashing as they frequently reached out to 　　grab and squeeze the women's high breasts or full buttocks. The women, now slaves, showed no resistance, simply 　　shrinking back and lowering their heads, allowing the men beside them to take advantage of them. Even when hurt, 　　they dared not cry out. 　　"What are you doing? There are plenty of women here in the brothels. Don't 　　ruin the valuable goods I brought all this way for the young master. Damn it, a bunch of reckless bastards! 　　I wasn't paying attention on the way and you gang-raped three of them to death. I haven't settled that score with you yet. If you ruin another one, I'll 　　chop off all your dog paws!" 　　The bald man frowned at his men's unruly behavior and started cursing. The 　　fierce men immediately became obsequious and fawned, turning from 　　wolves into docile rabbits in an instant, laughing awkwardly and no longer daring to lay a hand on the female slaves. 　　"Boss, the person Young Master Dewey sent to make contact has arrived." 　　The middle-aged man, who looked very shrewd and capable, had been searching for something since disembarking. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and 　　he said to the bald man. The bald man berated his men, and as he turned around, he saw a 　　thin, frail boy weaving through the crowd like an eel, walking straight towards them, unlike the 　　others who would avoid them. 　　"Are you Mr. Reed? Young Master received your letter two days ago and sent me to meet you...and your goods 　　. Nice to meet you. My name is Sandia, but my friends call me Sandy." 　　The thin boy, who looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over, approached the bald man without fear, wiping...

Wiping the sweat dripping from his face, he introduced himself familiarly, his voice quick and clear, his eyes
darting around incessantly, a slyness characteristic of a lowly class on his clean-cut face.
"Sandy, is that you? Very good. I think I've heard the young master mention your name before."
"That's an honor, but Mr. Reed, are these the 'goods' you brought back?"
Reed laughed, stroking his smooth scalp, his large, fan-like hand
patting Sandy's slender shoulder enthusiastically, almost knocking him to the ground. Sandy rubbed his shoulder in pain, looking at the dozens
of slaves, and said with a hint of helplessness.
"Yes, that's right. Don't look like that. You see, I originally wanted to help the young master earn more money,
but those pirates are all dirt poor. The gold and silver we got from their lair isn't even enough to cover ship repair costs. After
two months of hard work, we only managed to get a few dozen ships and a few hundred men waiting to be fed. If we go back like this, the young master will scold us
to death. So I had no choice but to take the fleet south to mess with those Southeast Asians. Those merchant caravans returning from Southeast Asia always
boast that there's gold and silver everywhere, and all sorts of precious spices and rare goods there..." "I just wanted to try my luck, but
I arrived too late. All the valuables had already been looted by the Imperial Expeditionary Force. So I had no choice but to capture some strong
male slaves and pretty female slaves. I figured they should be worth something."
Reed sniffled, his fierce face suddenly softening into a submissive expression. He gesticulated wildly, pouring out his
grievances to Sandy, tears streaming down his face as if he had suffered a great injustice over the past few months. His hands
seemed to be uncontrollably patting Sandy's shoulders repeatedly.
"Alright, alright, I understand, Mr. Reed. Although male slaves aren't worth much, pretty Southeast
Asian women can fetch a good price. Settle your men down, and then you come with me to
see the young master with these 'goods.'"
Sandy was nearly falling apart from the blows. He was agile and tried to dodge unnoticed, but Reed's
hand seemed to be firmly attached to his shoulder, each strike landing heavily and accurately.
No matter how Sandy moved, he couldn't escape, wincing in pain and yelling incessantly.
"Herbun, Jack, those bastards are yours. Those who want to eat, go eat; those who want to find women
, go find women. If there's nothing else, stay on the boat and let them do whatever they want. But if anyone dares to cause trouble without my orders
, throw them into the river to feed the fish. This isn't the barbaric place we stayed in a few months ago
. This is a civilized place. You two teach those bastards how
to live like civilized people."
Reed gave a few instructions to his two trusted subordinates, ordering his men to load the slaves onto wagons with
iron cages. Suddenly, a loud horn sounded from the canal, and 　　a caravan of more than a dozen merchant ships occupied
the main channel of the wide river .
This vast fleet of cargo ships was clearly
different from the scattered merchant ships that constantly passed by on the river. The lead ship of the fleet flew
a flag embroidered with green oak branches, occupying the main channel as if no one else was there. Merchant ships that recognized the flag had long since given way.
On this fleet, there were even regular Imperial soldiers in uniform armor. Judging from their appearance, they
were even regular Imperial Guards. These were clearly merchant ships, and they weren't flying official flags, yet they were escorted by the Imperial
Guards.
"Whose fleet is that? They're so domineering, monopolizing such a wide waterway. Could it be the royal
fleet?"
"Keep your voice down, Mr. Reed."
"What is it? Could it really be the royal fleet? But I remember the royal emblem is a thorn flower, isn't it?"
Reed pointed at the imposing fleet, seemingly puzzled. Sandy quickly grabbed his arm and whispered
, but Reed seemed unconcerned, still casually pointing at the massive fleet.
"It's not quite, but it's close. Those are merchant ships from the Solomon family. The Solomon family manages
many royal properties; their trips are basically on behalf of the royal family. Who would dare to compete with them for river passage? Tomorrow is
the 'Festival' day; these are probably tributes the Solomon family has brought from various places for the royal family."
Sandy looked around, pulled Reed aside cautiously, and whispered, then looked
around warily again.
"Tribute? The waters run deep, there must be a lot of stuff. Being an emperor, sitting in the palace without moving, and
having so much delivered—it's really something."
"Born into royalty, of course, is good, but unfortunately, we don't have that fate. Don't look anymore, Mr. Reed. Being
targeted by those guards would be very troublesome. The stuff's packed, let's hurry up and go."
Reed crossed his arms, looking at the long, dragon-like fleet with a hint of envy, and sighed. Sandy pursed his lips,
urging him to hurry up and get into the carriage to depart.
...
For hundreds of years, although the continent was generally peaceful, expeditions to the South Seas and frequent
small rebellions in the Northwest resulted in many prisoners of war after the empire's conquests. Especially
the South Seas expeditionary fleet; each expedition brought back a large amount of spoils, much of which consisted of
natives captured from the vast islands of the South Seas.
It wasn't that the imperial army enjoyed plundering people. Frankly, which general commanding expeditions didn't want to
bring back as much gold and silver as possible?
Unfortunately, with the increasing frequency of expeditions to the South Seas, the spoils of each expedition dwindled.
Since they couldn't plunder anything substantial, to supplement their military expenses, plundering people became
the largest proportion of the spoils in recent expeditions.
The natives from the South Seas who arrived became the mainstay of the slave market. Currently, in the capital
, it's estimated that there are over eight thousand natives from the South Seas, most of whom have been brought to the capital many years ago, some even 　　second-generation descendants of
those captured and living in the empire for years . 　　Besides these, many other slaves are former free citizens who, due to poverty, were forced to sell themselves into slavery .

Slaves. Several small-scale rebellions in the northwest also resulted in the creation of slaves.
Another type, known as "official slaves," primarily originated from declining wealthy families. For
example, after this coup, several powerful families were completely wiped out, and many members were convicted, tried, and stripped
of their free citizenship, becoming slaves, most of whom were sold in the slave market.
Interestingly, the largest slave trader in the capital was none other than
an industry directly under the central government's finance department! That place was located in the slave market in the southwest of the capital, concentrating many
"official slaves." It can be said that the imperial treasury earned a large amount of revenue annually from the slave trade.
Most of the slave trade in the capital was concentrated in the western and southern parts of the city, in an area with a population exceeding 900,000,
almost half of the capital's population. Along this kilometer-long street, besides the slave trade, there were also
many places where ordinary poor people and various other oddities sought work. In other words, this was
a kind of "labor market" similar to the ones Du Wei had seen in his previous life.
At the end of the long street, near a square, the statue and pool in the center of the square had
been removed decades ago. Now, several high platforms had been erected on the square, where dozens of well-known slave trading groups from the capital
were conducting lively slave transactions .
Large crowds had gathered around the platforms, many of them
merchants from other places, as well as members of wealthy and noble families from the capital. The slave
traders standing on the platforms held whips in their hands, with several burly bodyguards behind them.
On the platforms beside them were large iron cages, where people were locked up like animals. Most of those locked up were
newly enslaved "newcomers." Only these captives, recently plundered from the Northwest or Southeast Asia, were unwilling
to accept their fate as slaves and thus resisted, hence their confinement.
On the other high platforms, some slaves, their faces blank and eyes vacant, stood alone, not surrounded by menacing
slave traders or bodyguards. Often, dozens of them were bound together by only a thin rope. They stood there blankly,
obediently motionless, enduring all sorts of stares. These were the numb, old slaves.
Even the slave traders, constantly approaching their slaves, pinching one's face, tapping another's
chest, or pulling open their lips to show their teeth, treated them like animals. These slaves remained unmoved,
numb to their fate.
Along the roadside, besides the slave-selling platforms, in some corners, there were indifferent people,
men and women, young and old, standing quietly by the street corners, their eyes scanning the crowd.
Without exception, these people all wore a piece of cloth draped over their bodies or arms.
These were not slaves, but free citizens of the empire, many forced into slavery by hardship and the need for
survival. Simply standing in the slave market with a black cloth draped over one's arm signifies
a willingness to sell oneself.
Of course, some, unwilling to be slaves, stand here with a white cloth draped over their arms, indicating
their willingness to find a master to serve, but not in a servile capacity. There are many such people
, mostly those with a skill: artisans, grooms, or even down-on
-their-luck samurai.
Several men dressed in shabby, worn-out clothes, carrying nearly rusty
longswords, stand solemnly in a corner, their white cloths glaringly conspicuous. In the capital
, survival for samurai is not easy. As the center of the empire, the capital is home to countless masters;
essentially, a mid-level samurai is destined to serve as a bodyguard for nobles.
For lower-ranking warriors, making a living was far more difficult. Many were not even considered suitable
for recruitment by nobles and could only find work as laborers in carriage companies. The slightly better ones might manage as bodyguards in the transport teams
. Those with only first or second-level martial arts skills had even less chance of finding work.
The dominance of magic and the decline of martial arts was a microcosm of the entire continent.
"My lords and esteemed guests, please take a look! These are all useful fellows! Look at their size, look at their
muscles! Buy them and use them as laborers. Just give them a little food, and they'll work like animals in heat!
And each one is a strong laborer, capable of basic farm work!! They're as timid as rabbits,
yet stronger than oxen! One of these slaves is worth three people!"
On a high platform in the northwest corner, a man dressed in brightly colored clothes, looking like a clown, was
shouting something. This man was thin and small, dressed strangely, but his voice was quite loud. He held a whip in one hand, and
a group of slaves stood on the platform behind him.
"Young master, look."
Dewey was looking at a few warriors in the corner when he heard Ruolin call out to him. Seeing the crowd starting to
surge towards the northwest corner, he mingled in the crowd and came to the foot of the platform with great interest.
"Young master, do you also want to buy some slaves? These cheap slaves can't compare to the ones I brought back.
I carefully selected them and trained them well along the way when I had nothing else to do. They're definitely obedient and hardworking."
Reed followed behind Dewey, looking at the sallow-faced, malnourished slaves on the stage, and said with a bit of pride
.
"Just taking a look around. It's been a long time since I've been here to watch the excitement. I'll also
deal with the cargo you brought back. And what about those hundreds of pirates you mentioned? What do I need so many for? To fight?
Next time, bring them all here and sell them off together."
Dewey said expressionlessly. Several months ago, he sent his knights on a sea expedition. Unexpectedly,
after destroying several pirate groups, they incorporated all the personnel and ships into a huge fleet and fought their way to
the South Seas. However, almost all the wealth they acquired was spent on ship repairs and maintenance, as well as food for hundreds of people.
When they returned, dozens of ships of various sizes carried back a large number of people, their mouths agape, waiting for their
new master, Dewey, to feed them.
"Young Master, didn't you want to build a powerful knightly order? Wouldn't this many people be just right?"
Reed scratched his head, a sudden inspiration striking him.
"A knightly order? Why don't you teach them all to ride horses first? Forget it, it's a waste to not use so many people
. To be honest, I don't have the money to support so many people here. Maybe I should go to Southeast Asia for a trip sometime. Since
those Southeast Asians are so easy to bully, why don't we just establish a kingdom there? Wouldn't that be interesting
?"
Dewey teased. Reed secretly glanced at him, unsure if he was serious or just
joking. After all, Reed wouldn't be surprised if Dewey did something crazy. Just then,
a dozen or so slaves on the platform were bought by several out-of-town merchants. They paid and someone else
took them away.
Two more batches were sold. The fourth batch consisted entirely of dark-skinned Southeast Asian natives, all strong and
robust. Surprisingly, among these dozen or so Southeast Asian slaves on the platform were three skinny, bony old men
, clearly incapable of any work.
"Selling such old slaves? Are they trying to find them a good place to live out their days?" "
Although the people of Southeast Asia are ignorant and backward, they have great respect for the elderly. The elders and the like
have very high status. Although slaves in Southeast Asia like to run away, as long as there are a few old slaves who can't run away,
the younger slaves won't run away because they will definitely stay to take care of these old people. And these old slaves
don't cost much food to keep, and sometimes you can even get some special knowledge from them. Some
magicians like to buy some tribal elders from Southeast Asia to take back."
Reed seemed a little disdainful of the slave traders' bundled sales method. Ruolin, who was next to him, suddenly spoke up to explain
. She used to travel all over the country as a mercenary and had seen many different kinds of people, so she had
some knowledge of the slave trade.
"Young men are used as laborers, young women are treated as playthings, the knowledge accumulated by the elderly throughout their lives
is drained, and 'love' becomes a form of bondage. What a waste!"
Dewey chuckled, suddenly uttering a baffling remark that left Ruolin and Reed speechless
.
"Thirty-five silver coins."
A slightly hoarse voice emerged from the crowd. A middle-aged man in a light purple robe,
somewhat obese but with a sturdy build, sported a small mustache. Three or five strong
young men dressed as servants stood beside him, effectively blocking out others. Despite
the crowded conditions, the man had ample space, a faint air of arrogance on his face as he slowly
announced the price.
"Fifty silver coins."
A somber voice drifted from the outer edge of the crowd, quiet but clearly audible to everyone
.
"Sixty silver coins."
The fat man frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in his eyes. After announcing the price, he turned to look around
, searching for anyone who dared to bid against him.
"Eighty silver coins."
The gloomy voice remained unhurried. A crowd of onlookers parted to make way for a
young man with heavily made-up face who strode over, followed by two magic apprentices. He didn't even glance
at the fat man.
"Grand Master Du-Dupont! So you want these slaves? How could I dare trouble you?
I'll pay the eighty silver coins myself. Consider these slaves a gift to express my gratitude. Please
accept them."
The fat man was about to explode, but when he recognized the man, large beads of sweat immediately
appeared on his forehead. His face twitched, and his previously arrogant expression instantly transformed into a humble, fawning smile.
"Oh, it's you. I remember you're the steward under Count Villa, right? Last time your master refused
to accept my money and gave me two magic apprentices for free. This time you're ordered to buy slaves and you're going to give them to
me for free again. I'm a little embarrassed."
Dupont glanced at him quickly and smiled faintly. Although he spoke politely, he clearly didn't take
the fat man seriously at all. As the fat man approached, he moved to the side with some disgust.
"No, no, no, if my master, Count Villa, were to hear
that His Excellency the Great Magician Dupont would accept this gift, he would be overjoyed. My master also greatly hopes that His Excellency the Great Magician Dupont
would grace us with his presence at the next banquet."
The fat man wiped the sweat rolling down his face, bowing and scraping with a fawning smile. Many of the people around
recognized the fat man and knew his identity, but seeing this usually arrogant fellow
smiling like a lapdog at this strange-looking young man, and even offering to buy those slaves as if afraid the young man would refuse,
they were all speechless with surprise.
"Alright, then I won't
stand on ceremony. Please thank Count Villa for me." "It's a great honor, Your Excellency, the Great Magician Dupont. You lot, why don't you go pay and collect the person
? Do you expect Your Excellency, the Great Magician Dupont, to wait here for a long time?"
Dupont glanced at his neatly trimmed nails and spoke leisurely after a while.
Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately sent his men to pay and collect the goods. The slave trader also knew that a very important
person had arrived, so he dared not incite bidding anymore and obediently handed over the money.
"Are you bullying people again, Great Magician Dupont?"
Suddenly, a leisurely voice came, the voice was extremely delicate and charming, but it did not sound pretentious. Instead, it carried
a hint of indifference and the unique majesty of a superior. It rang out in the slightly noisy place, and immediately it was like a bucket of cold
water being poured on it, making everyone dare not continue to make noise.
"Verona, I was just bidding fairly. She gave it to me willingly, didn't she?
"
DuPont replied with a smile, glancing at the fat man. The fat man immediately jumped
up as if pricked by a needle, hurriedly agreeing. He lowered his head and secretly looked out of the crowd, where he saw...
At the rear of the procession, a carriage drawn by two snow-white horses came to a stop. Several attendants around the carriage
, their expressions solemn, wore royal robes with the temple's emblem pinned to their chests.
A light veil hung from the carriage window, and a small, delicate hand
rested casually on the windowsill, each fingertip exquisitely refined.
"Holy...Holy...Holy Maiden, Princess Verona."
The fat man, a steward under Count Villa, was well-connected in the capital's aristocratic circles and naturally recognized the carriage
. He glanced at it, and the cold sweat he had just wiped away immediately returned. He hurriedly bowed in the direction of the carriage
.
A large area around the carriage in the square immediately cleared up. Almost everyone below the stage stepped aside, their faces filled with awe. Even if many didn't know who Dupont was, 　　everyone knew
the title of the Holy Maiden of the Temple, the Flower of the Royal Family . 　　"Hmph, Verona, look who's there. I didn't expect to run into an acquaintance so easily." 　　DuPont's eyes lit up. As the crowd dispersed, he immediately spotted Dewey, who was walking a little slower. After the "Black Sun 　　Cult" incident, the two had become somewhat acquainted. 　　"So, Lord Dewey is here too. To meet here must be the guidance of the goddess." A 　　gentle, clear voice rang out again, followed by a creak as the carriage door opened. A 　　beautiful little foot in a silk boot emerged. Supported by the attendants beside the carriage, a saintess in a pure white dress gracefully 　　stepped down from the carriage. Still veiled in white gauze, her slender and alluring figure was captivating. Her saintly and seductive 　　aura blended seamlessly, her alluring gaze and swaying movements causing many men to secretly stare at 　　her constantly tracing graceful curves of her hips, swallowing hard. 　　"What a coincidence, Lord DuPont, Princess Verona. What brings you two to a place like this?" 　　Seeing he couldn't leave, Dewey could only greet them with a friendly smile. 　　"Ah, we've had a lot of free time since that cult was wiped out. With nothing to do, Verona and I just strolled around 　　. We happened to pass by this place and thought we'd buy some strong slaves to use as material for our magical experiments." 　　DuPont's attitude towards Dewey was no longer as arrogant as before; instead, he spoke quite warmly, as if 　　he had unconsciously come to treat him as a friend. 　　"Is your injury alright, Lord DuPont?" 　　Last time, when fighting the cult leader's "artifact," DuPont, who was at the forefront, also suffered some injuries. 　　The flames burning from that "artifact" were much stronger than ordinary magical flames, making them much harder to heal than ordinary burns. The injured 　　mages had used up a lot of healing potions before their condition improved. 　　"That's alright. While the flames are powerful, we have plenty of potions 　　and many masters of advanced healing. Compared to the temple's nonsensical 'holy water,' our stuff is 　　much more genuine. Oh, sorry, Verona, you understand, I'm just stating the facts." 　　"Is Lord Dewey here to buy some servants? That's perfect. Recently, Archmage Dupont 　　has made a fortune with his 'genuine' goods, and he has no shortage of gold coins. He's generous and kind; 　　I think giving Lord Dewey over a hundred servants wouldn't be a problem at all. Don't you think so, Archmage Dupont?" 　　Verona, surrounded by attendants, gracefully approached the two, her beautiful, sea-blue 　　eyes, like Prince Chen's, giving Dupont a meaningful look before smiling leisurely. 　　"Your Highness Verona, Lord Dupont, I'm just browsing around today. I didn't intend to buy any servants. 　　Thank you both for your kindness." 　　"If you need anything, don't be shy. We're all from the same guild, practically family. 　　Hmph, Verona is absolutely right, the last thing I lack right now is money." 　　Dewey said politely, while Dupont chuckled, emphasizing the last few words. 　　Soon after, another batch of slaves came up to the stage. After a brief commotion, many people's attention 　　returned to the stage, but a large space was noticeably cleared around Dewey and his group, making them 　　stand out conspicuously in the crowded surroundings. 　　This batch of slaves appeared to be of even higher quality than the previous batch. Thirteen of the fifteen were 　　young, strong men, muscular, with bright eyes, standing straight and orderly. At 　　the back of the line were an old man and a young boy. The old man, with a full head of white hair, was so thin he was practically skin and bones, yet he still held his chin high 　　, his face carrying an arrogance incongruous with his slave status. Beside him, the young boy hung his head, 　　his bare upper body appearing clean. 　　The old man held the boy's hand tightly, standing behind the group of young slaves, who subtly 　　protected the old man and boy behind him. 　　"Young master, that old man must be someone of high status among the Nanyang people. He has tattoos; in the Nanyang tribes, 　　only those of noble status are entitled to them. 　　If he's not a tribal chief, he must be some kind of elder," Ruolin whispered in Dewey's ear. 　　"Eighty silver coins!" 　　Sure enough, someone knowledgeable immediately made a bid. 　　"Grand Mage Dupont, I happen to need a few cleaners for my altar recently. I think these dozen or so servants 　　are quite good. Since you're so wealthy, why don't you buy them for me?" 　　"You, a saintess and imperial princess, would you really be short of money?" 　　"My wealth has long been given to more devoted believers who need it more. Most people here are probably 　　richer than me now, especially you, Grand Mage Dupont. As a fellow believer of the goddess, have you forgotten her 　　teachings of spreading kindness and love, and selflessly helping those in need?" 　　"Kindness and love? You royals and temple folk are all quite the smooth talkers. Well, these 　　natives are lucky to be bathed in the goddess's blessing. Ten gold coins!" 　　Verona said with an impeccably gentle smile. Dupont rolled his eyes at her, his face showing some reluctance, but 　　he immediately offered a loud price. His words immediately silenced the eager buyers around him. They 　　knew that if these important figures wanted it, it wouldn't be something they could snatch. The owner of the table would probably 　　give it away for free, without even charging a penny, and might even add some extra gifts.

"Twenty gold coins."
Suddenly, just as everyone sighed and waited for the next shipment, a strange, stiff voice
rang out from the crowd, seemingly not very fluent in Roland language.
"Fifty gold coins,"
DuPont sneered, turning to look at the source of the voice. The crowd had dispersed,
revealing a rather tall man.
The man's face was stern and weathered, except for his sharp, eagle-like eyes. He wore a
sleeveless black robe, exposing his chest, and strange tattoos covered his face and arms. Dozens of
odd braids adorned his hair, and chains of wild animal fangs bound his neck and wrists. He held a
bone staff as tall as a man. Most strikingly, he had the same skin color as the slaves on the platform.
Upon hearing DuPont's offer, the man untied a small leather pouch from his waist, reached inside, and meticulously
rummaged through it. His lips moved slightly as if he were counting, then a hint of helplessness appeared on his face. Without a word,
he turned and left.
"It's rare to find a Southeast Asian man here who isn't a slave,"
DuPont muttered to himself, watching the strangely dressed man disappear into the crowd.
He wasn't alone in this surprise; many others were astonished. Due to the Empire's massive invasions, the Southeast Asians harbored deep
hatred for the Roland Empire. Those who came to Roland were generally captured as slaves. For a
Southeast Asian man who wasn't a slave to cross the ocean and appear in a slave market was truly strange.
No one dared to bid against DuPont anymore. As everyone expected, the slave trader immediately handed the man over
to DuPont, refusing any money and even giving him several beautiful female slaves as a token of friendship.
Just then, a magic apprentice whispered something in DuPont's ear. DuPont frowned slightly,
said a few apologetic words to Verona, and hurriedly left with his men.
"Lord Dewey, do you want to look around some more, or do you want to go back? If you're going back now
, I can give you a ride."
After having her men take the dozen or so slaves they had bought, Verona smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear and
said sweetly to Dewey, her beautiful eyes, as clear and bright as the sea, looking directly into his eyes, as if trying to see into
his heart.
"Then I'll trouble Your Highness Verona."
Dewey's eyes darted around, and he didn't refuse. The slaves Reed had brought had already been handed over to Sandy, so
he didn't need to worry about them. He followed Verona and got into the carriage with her. Ruolin and Reed also hurriedly followed beside the carriage
.
The carriage was more spacious than it appeared from the outside. The first impression was one of pristine cleanliness, without
the slightest compromise. It was entirely white, a symbol of purity. While not as magnificent as Prince Chen's carriage
, it possessed its own elegant and noble atmosphere. A subtle, refreshing fragrance filled the air. Closing the door,
the quiet carriage was a world apart from the bustling slave square outside.
"Lord Dewey, I've actually been wanting to find an opportunity to speak with you up close," Verona said suddenly
, as the coachman cracked his whip and the Saintess's carriage smoothly began to move. After a short journey,
Verona, sitting beside Dewey, scrutinized his face.
"Is that so? But I'm just a nobody, what is there for Your Highness to care about?"
Dewey chuckled, seemingly puzzled.
"How could someone favored by my uncle be a nobody?"
Verona's eyes sparkled as she spoke softly and sweetly, her voice incredibly soothing.
"Your Highness Chen..."
"Don't be fooled by my uncle's seemingly polite and courteous manner towards everyone.
He wouldn't waste so much time on an ordinary person without any real ability. My uncle,
known for his kindness and benevolence, is actually a very profit-driven man."
"Perhaps it's because of my teacher, Gandoff, that Your Highness treats me differently. As for me, I
'm just a lowly nobleman who doesn't even have a right to inherit the family business, and I understand that very well."
As Verona spoke, her soft, boneless body pressed against his arm without him noticing. With her warm, fragrant body
beside him, Dewey chuckled and seemed somewhat embarrassed as he moved a little to the side.
"To be accepted as a disciple by the legendary master Gandalf of the magical world proves your exceptional qualities, Lord Dewey
. I've heard that several of Master Gandalf's disciples in the Mage's Guild are Grand Magisters in White Robes, and even the
Guild's president, Mr. Yagodog, is rumored to have studied under Master Gandalf in his youth.
Those chosen by Master Gandalf as disciples are all exceptionally talented. Compared to them, I, a
so-called princess or saintess who merely relies on my royal status, am nothing more than an insignificant nobody."
Dewey had barely moved a little when Verona pressed herself against him without any hesitation, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Whether intentional or unintentional, her slightly intimate actions were full of ambiguous provocation, and the rich fragrance emanating from the saintess at close range
constantly stimulated Dewey's male hormones.
"Your Highness is too kind to me. Speaking of which, Princess Verona, since you are a royal princess,
why did you become a temple saintess?"
A full, voluptuous touch spread subtly across his arm. Dewey leaned against the carriage wall
, his eyes looking upwards, his hand fidgeting behind his head as if unsure what to do. He asked, trying to make conversation.
"To become a saintess, to serve the goddess, to be the closest messenger to her—isn't that good
?"
Verona's eyes darkened, and she suddenly fell silent. After a moment, she smiled again. Although
her expression was obscured by the veil, there was an inexplicable melancholy in her bright blue eyes.
"But..."
"Lord Dewey, perhaps you don't yet understand the goddess's greatness. However, if you wish,
you can become one of her subjects and receive her blessing. Then you will understand my feelings."
Dewey seemed somewhat puzzled, but Verona immediately interrupted him, sitting up straight with utmost solemnity and piety.
"Honestly," she said, her previously tender eyes instantly turning cold, revealing only her unwavering faith in the goddess.
"Your Highness, matters of faith..."
"No need to decide now, Lord Dewey. If you have time later today, I think
you can have ample time to learn about the goddess's sublime teachings with me."
Verona gently pressed her slender index finger to Dewey's lips, then suddenly leaned her entire body against
him, whispering seductively in his ear.
"Ah!!"
"Attack!"
"Scatter! Surround the carriage! Protect the saintess!"
Just then, a chaotic scream erupted outside the carriage, accompanied by the sound of an explosion.
"What happened?"
Verona instantly regained her usual holy composure, pulling back the carriage curtain and calmly asking. She saw
the holy knights responsible for guarding the carriage frantically surrounding it, with people running in all directions.
"Your Majesty, please stay inside the carriage. An enemy attacked with evil magic and may
be mixed in with the crowd now,"
the leading holy knight said quickly, warily scanning the surroundings. Reed and Ruolin also drew their longswords, joining
the holy knights beside them to protect the carriage.
The dozen or so slaves who were originally at the back of the group were left unattended. The old man said something, and the dozen or
so young slaves immediately shielded him and the boy in the center and fled in panic.
"Those slaves ran away!"
"Don't worry about them, protecting Your Majesty is the priority."
Seeing that the dozen or so slaves were about to blend into the crowd, the holy knights could
n't care less about them now. If anything happened to the saintess, they would all suffer the same fate.
Suddenly, a dark figure flew out from the crowd, but its target was not the saintess's carriage, but rather
it pounced straight at the dozen or so fleeing Southeast Asian slaves. A head full of small braids, a white beast tooth chain, and a bone staff as tall as a person—it was none other than 　　the strange Southeast Asian man who
had appeared in the slave market . 　　The Southeast Asian man uttered a series of difficult-to-understand incantations. A cloud of black energy rapidly dispersed from the tip of his bone staff, 　　instantly enveloping those who were immediately rendered unconscious. The thirteen 　　young slaves who had been protecting the old man and the boy as they fled also collapsed almost simultaneously. 　　Having dealt with the hindrance, the strange Southeast Asian man, without a word, shoved the bone staff behind his back, grabbed 　　the old man with one hand and the boy with the other, and, as if springy, leaped high into the air. An eerie 　　black light emanated from him, and the space around him suddenly began to distort and fluctuate. 　　Suddenly, an aura of destruction swept in, and the silver arrow of death seemed to arrive as promised. The Southeast Asian man's expression 　　changed, and the frequency of the spatial fluctuations increased several notches. 　　With a deafening explosion, a roadside shop was blasted into dust in a dazzling silver light. In mid-air, 　　the strange Southeast Asian man, the old man, and the boy vanished before everyone's eyes. At the end of a secluded alley in 　　the 　　capital, a black hole appeared silently. Three people 　　tumbled out of it in a disheveled state, and the hole quickly contracted and disappeared. 　　The tallest of the three tossed aside the old man and the young man he was carrying, silently leaned against the wall 　　, and slowly sat down on the ground. He took out several green pills from his pocket, swallowed them, and mumbled a long incantation. 　　The strange tattoos on his body seemed to come alive, and a faint black aura flowed beneath his skin with his blood. 　　The old man and the young man, still somewhat shaken, huddled to the side, not daring to make a sound. After a long while, 　　the tall middle-aged man finally let out a long breath, wiped the slight blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and fixed his sharp gaze 　　on the old man. 　　"Father God above, you've finally come to our rescue, Elder Soren! Quickly let us leave the land of the Rolanders and 　　return home. As the High Priest of the United Kingdom, I will surely reward you and your tribe handsomely." 　　The old man from the South Seas seemed quite pleased. As soon as the tall man stood up, he immediately stepped forward and affectionately grasped his 　　arm, praising him profusely. 　　"Benka, you are a coward who deserted in the face of battle. You are no longer qualified to be the High Priest. I have no 　　intention of returning to my homeland. I rescued you from the Rolanders only to ask you one thing." 　　The tall man remained unmoved, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the old man, his towering figure 　　casting him entirely into shadow, and spoke coldly. 　　"I didn't desert, Elder Soren! It was just that the Roland troops were too strong, 　　forcing us to retreat. If I had really run away, would I have been captured and brought here as a slave by the Roland 　　? It's too dangerous in Roland territory. We should find a ship and return to our homeland as soon as possible. 　　Whatever you want to do, Elder Soren, with the kingdom's support, it will be much easier." 　　Cold sweat beaded on the old man's forehead as he hurriedly defended himself. By the end, his tone had become 　　somewhat pleading and obsequious. Life as a slave was unbearable for him, and he was still worried about being 　　captured by the Roland. Only by returning to the South Seas, to his own tribe, could he feel at ease. 　　"I don't have time, Benka, I'm going crazy! Tell me, where is Hanyue...?" 　　The tall man gritted his teeth, enunciating each word clearly. He gripped the old man's 　　shoulders tightly with both hands, the immense force causing the old man to scream in agony. The young man beside him rushed forward, 　　trying to pry the tall man's hands off, but the tall man easily shoved him, sending him stumbling backward and falling 　　to the ground. 　　"Han...Hanyue?! I don't know! Let go, Elder Soren! My shoulders are about to break! Ah 　　!!" 　　The old man screamed in pain, but his strength was no match for the tall man. The tall 　　man's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his arms, his ferocious expression like that of a demon from hell. 　　"Don't force me to use my soul-searching technique on you, Benka. Tell me now, where is my daughter, Hanyue 　　?!" 　　"Ah!! Ah!! Let go! Elder Soren!! Ah!! Northwest! In the northwest!!"

The tall man violently shook the old man, roaring furiously as if
releasing all his pent-up grief and anger in that instant. The emaciated old man, unable to withstand such torment, suddenly remembered
something and cried out,
"The Northwest?" "
That's right. If I remember correctly, I heard the slave traders who took Hanyue say they were going to
sell her to the Northwest of this country. Yes, that's right, in the Northwest. Hanyue is in the Northwest."
The tall man suddenly froze, stopping his movements. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse, the old man quickly broke free from his
grip, rubbing his shoulders and panting heavily, before retreating in fear to the corner with the young man.
"Isn't there a specific location, Benka?"
"That's all I've heard. She separated from us two months ago. But
a girl as beautiful as her would probably be sold to some high-ranking official or wealthy merchant in the Northwest—someone important in this country
. But this country is so big; it's too difficult for you to find someone on your own."
The old man from Southeast Asia answered hoarsely and cautiously. His expression changed at the last two sentences, as if he
had said something wrong. He abruptly shut his mouth, carefully observing the tall man's reaction.
"Regarding finding her, there's a prince in this country willing to help me, as long as I help him with a certain task.
However, to confirm you're telling the truth, I still have to use a soul-searching technique on you. Don't blame me, Benka, I have
no other choice."
The tall man remained silent like a statue for a moment before slowly speaking, his cold, ruthless eyes fixed on
the old man.
"No, no, Elder Soren! I swear in the name of the High Priest to the Almighty Father God, I really
didn't lie to you! Believe me, ah!!!!!!!!!"
The piercing scream abruptly stopped. In the boy's terrified gaze, the tall man grabbed
the old man by the neck, lifting him off the ground. Staring intently into his cloudy eyes, a sinister black light
flickered within them. The old man's face was filled with fear, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Soon, the old man's struggles ceased. His hands fell limp to his sides, his mouth half-open, revealing
a dazed expression.
"Thank you, Benka. You finally told the truth. I won't forget your help."
Slowly setting the old man down, the tall man said earnestly. As soon as he released him, the old man
fell straight backward, his eyes rolling back, his limbs stiff, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Only a faint breath indicated
he was still alive.
"So you're the one Benka and his men found, the so-called bloodline left behind by the Father God on earth?"
The tall man, having obtained all the information he could from the old man from Southeast Asia, suddenly turned his gaze to the
trembling, clean-looking boy hiding to the side. A strange expression appeared
on his face. The boy was curled up in extreme terror, his purple lips trembling, not daring to look him in the eye.
"Father God, Almighty Father God, if you are truly omnipotent, why don't you protect your people who devoutly serve you,
instead letting them suffer the pain of foreign invasion, even your own descendants becoming slaves? What
right does a god who does nothing have to be called 'God'?"
The man looked at the trembling boy with pity, muttering painfully to himself.
Suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and he abruptly turned to look at the entrance of the secluded alley, the bone staff that had been stuck in his back now
in his hand.
"The tribal elders of Nanyang are quite capable; they even saw through Xue's concealment technique."
Suddenly, two figures appeared at the once deserted alleyway. A handsome
young man with red hair in front said with a grin, while behind him stood a beautiful
woman with blue hair and blue eyes, her expression cold and aloof.
"You're the one who left with the temple's holy maiden in the carriage. You speak Nanyang language."
The tall Nanyang man's expression turned serious. He had left the scene using spatial teleportation magic,
making him impossible for ordinary people to track. However, this young man, who was originally at the scene of the commotion, had accurately found him. He
was definitely a formidable expert. He was able to discover the two because his witchcraft made his senses
several times more acute than ordinary people, allowing him to detect the slightest flaw.
"Learning another language is never a bad thing, right, friend from Southeast Asia? I
know a bit about the tribes there. Which tribe are you from?"
Even after being discovered, the red-haired youth remained composed, casually twirling a beautifully
crafted jade flute in his hand.
"I am Soren of the Moonshadow tribe. You've been here for quite a while now, haven't you, Dewey...?
That's what I've heard people call you. If you overheard my conversation with Benka, you should understand that I don't want to
do anything bad in your country. I just want to find my daughter."
"Of course I understand. What trouble can a rootless Southeast Asian like you cause in this country?
However, I'm very interested in what His Highness the prince asked you to do."
The tall man seemed unwilling to act rashly and immediately stated his position. The red-haired youth had anticipated
his attitude and said without surprise,
"That's none of your business, sir."
The tall man refused without hesitation, his grip on the bone staff tightening.
"Don't refuse so easily, Elder Soren of the Moonshadow Tribe. How can you be so sure that
matter has nothing to do with me? First of all, as a fundamental premise, if I wanted to kill you, you would absolutely not be able to
leave here alive. You have no objection to that, do you?"
The red-haired youth said slowly and deliberately. The person who was terrifying in the eyes of the old man and the youth in the South Seas
seemed to be nothing to him.
"You're right, sir. I've already sensed it. That young lady completely counters my abilities. I traveled thousands
of miles across the treacherous sea to get here, only to find my daughter, nothing more."
His expression shifted, and the tall man remained silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh, saying with a hint of helplessness and sadness
. His tense body relaxed, and the intense hostility he had shown at the beginning was gone.
"Very well, a 'god' who does nothing is naturally not worth worshipping, but a mortal who does something
is exactly what you need now, isn't it? You probably already know I'm a fair person. Tell me what I want to know,
and I can tell you what you want to know."
"What I want to know... could it be that you..."
The red-haired youth coaxed him gently, and the tall man's mind went blank for a moment, but
he immediately understood, and his eyes revealed an undisguised joy.
"Ah, that's right, this is a better choice for you, Elder Soren. Just tell me about your
agreement with that prince, and I'll tell you where your beloved daughter is now."
A devilish smile appeared, and the red-haired youth finally slowly stated
the condition that the tall man couldn't refuse.
...
Until the sun had completely sunk in the west, Dewey finally staggered back to
where he was temporarily staying. The residence that Yagodog had given him and Vivian was now uninhabitable due to its dilapidated condition.
After spending a few days at the Magicians' Guild, Dewey simply asked someone to find him another suitable place to live. Using the gold
coins he had earned previously, he bought it effortlessly.
The new residence was not only more spacious and quiet, but it was also said to be just across the street from
the residence of the famous scholar, Mr. Blue Ocean, in the capital. Mr. Blue Ocean was renowned throughout the capital, not only for his talent and wisdom but also for his unique teaching methods. Many wealthy and noble
families were eager to send their children to study under him.
However, in Mr. Blue Ocean's eyes, the wealth and power of these people were irrelevant; he only accepted
children he deemed worthy of his teaching. Dewey's younger brother, Gabriel, was also one of Mr. Blue Ocean's disciples. Recently,
he had been living at Mr. Blue Ocean's house with other children of similar age, receiving his unique instruction daily.
It had been almost a month since Dewey returned to the capital, and he hadn't seen Gabriel even once.
"Young Master."
Ruolin greeted him as soon as he stepped through the gate, and several maids who were cleaning hurriedly knelt to greet him.
Of the Southeast Asian slaves Reed had brought back, Dewey had kept a few female slaves as servants, and entrusted the rest
to Sandy to deal with. These female slaves, having endured months of nightmarish sea voyages, had become
extremely submissive and obedient, doing whatever they were asked.
"Isn't Reed here?"
Dewey asked, looking around with some surprise. After parting ways with Verona, he had told Ruolin and Reed to go back
and wait for him, but now, apart from Ruolin and Nicole in the room, Reed was nowhere to be seen.
"It seems something happened to Mr. Reed's men left in Enke Harbor. He rushed off to deal with it.
Young Master, dinner is ready."
"I see. What is it, Ruolin? Is there anything else?"
Dewey snorted coldly, but seeing that Ruolin seemed to have something else to say, he stopped and asked.
"The Holy Maiden of the Temple later sent someone to see you, Young Master. She said they had a very pleasant conversation and hoped
you could visit her sometime in the future,"
Ruolin said hesitantly, a strange glint in her beautiful eyes.
"A very pleasant conversation... That Holy Maiden is quite interesting,"
Du Wei smiled, his expression suggesting he was savoring something, somewhat unsatisfied.
"Young Master, could it be that the Holy Maiden has feelings for you..."
Ruolin bit her lip, looking at Du Wei with a strange expression.
"Don't worry, she's definitely said that to more than just me. Although I don't mind sleeping with the Holy Maiden,
now isn't the best time. What's wrong, Ruolin? Are you unhappy? Ah, I'm sorry, indeed
, I've been so busy dealing with so many things lately, I feel like I've neglected you a bit."
"Ah...no...Young Master...I..."
"Then let's do something to make you happy."
Dewey's hand was already on Ruolin's shapely buttocks. As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms
. Amid Ruolin's dazed cries, he kissed her luscious red lips.
"Ha...mmm...chu...mmm..."
Almost the moment she was pulled into Dewey's arms, Ruolin's whole body went limp, offering no resistance
as Dewey passionately kissed her while his hands roamed freely over her body. Her shy breaths were filled with more
joy than anything else.
"Haa...uh...uh...ha..."
They lingered, barely managing to make their way into the room. Ruolin's blouse collar was already ripped open,
her full breasts held in Du Wei's hands. Her body was limp and burning hot; she only managed to
stay upright thanks to Du Wei's support.
"Young Master..."
"You're already aroused by just a touch? Do you crave me that much?"
Her lips parted, Ruolin's starry eyes glazed as she breathed heavily, filled with fervent desire. Du Wei chuckled, having Ruolin
support herself against the wall in front of her, her hips raised towards him. He deftly pulled down his pants, revealing his weapon, and
slowly rubbed it against her vulva.
"Come in quickly... young master..."
Ruolin breathed seductively, the burning hot penis rubbing back and forth at the entrance of her honey hole. Each time it touched
her secret crevice, her legs trembled uncontrollably. The immense vitality emanating from that fierce thing stimulated her nerves
, and the thought of being penetrated from behind by Dewey's thick penis made her increasingly unbearable.
"So wet already? Well, as you wish."
The sticky honey flowing from her honey hole had already wet the tip of his penis, and her slightly parted lips, as if breathing with life, seemed
to urge him to penetrate. Dewey held Ruolin's waist, the tip of his penis
rubbing against the wet entrance of her honey hole a couple of times, and with a "plop," it entered her little hole.
"Ah...ah..."
The scalding hot penis plunged deep into her cavity, slamming heavily against Ruolin's clitoris. The intense impact
caused Ruolin to cry out in surprise, her legs buckling and almost causing her to collapse.
"No, Ruolin, as a knight, how can you give in so easily?"
"I'm sorry...Master...because your penis is just...so good...ha...ha..."
Dewey's hands reached out from both sides, grasping her full breasts and supporting her swaying body,
teasing her casually. The tingling sensation of being penetrated made Ruolin feel her spine go numb. She used all her strength
to support herself against the wall, her long nails scraping sharply, and she gasped intermittently.
"Is it really that good? Then I'll make you even better."
"Ah...ha...okay...okay...young master..."
he whispered in Ruolin's ear, Dewey thrusting his hips, his penis rhythmically pumping
in and out of Ruolin's flower path. The mucous membranes of her flesh were rubbed by his hard penis, making lewd "squelching" sounds.
The intense pleasure surging up made Ruolin feel like her head was melting.
"Ah...ah...ah...so good...Young Master...ah..."
From the initial suppressed low moans, Ruolin gradually opened up
her body and mind with Dewey's rapid thrusts, her face full of lust, her tongue lolling out as she cried out in ecstasy. She didn't know when it started, but
her body seemed to exist solely for Dewey's penis; just thinking about it made her weak and
her juices flow freely.
"Well, there's really no way around it. You can't live without me anymore? But as a knight who swore allegiance to me, you
will always be loyal to me, Ruolin?"
Dewey gently kneaded Ruolin's full, smooth breasts, his fingertips pressing against the two engorged, erect nipples,
speaking very gently in her ear.
"Ah...ha...yes...young master...ah...I will...always...be with you...ah
...ah..."
Deep within her honeyed depths, each time her clitoris was thrust hard by the penis, Ruolin's delicate body trembled as if in spasm. She turned
her head, her pretty and spirited face displaying a seductive charm. She gasped for breath, her cherry lips slightly parted, and
looked at Dewey with a dazed expression, answering as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"That's wonderful..."
Dewey lightly touched Ruolin's alluring red lips twice, like a dragonfly skimming the water, then extended his tongue
to intertwine with hers. His hard penis relentlessly pierced her honeyed depths, and the overflowing love juices continuously flowed down
Ruolin's thighs.
"Mmm...mmm...ha...chu...ha...mmm..."
Her mouth, breasts, and honeypot were all occupied by the man behind her. A triple, intense stimulation swept over her simultaneously.
Her body instinctively and joyfully responded to Dewey's demands. Ruolin's mind was blank; all she could think about was
continuing to do this comfortably until the end of the world.
"Ha...ha...ah...um..."
Dewey's thrusts grew stronger and stronger. His familiar masculine scent intoxicated Ruolin. A surge of
pleasure seemed to overflow from her mind. Her wanton moans grew more rapid and loud. Her last vestiges of reason crumbled, and
an irresistible urge erupted from her body.
"Ah...ha...ahhh!!"
Covered in fragrant sweat, Ruolin threw her head back and let out a long, high-pitched moan. A clear, gushing stream spurted from her lower body
, breaking through the threshold and reaching orgasm first.
"Really... Fine, take it all."
A warm liquid drenched his penis. Dewey's chest pressed against Ruolin's back. With a release,
the scalding sensation of his semen filled Ruolin's vagina. Thick, viscous fluid was squeezed out from the crevice as
Dewey continued to ejaculate, as if vomiting up everything he had accumulated over the past few days.
"Ha...ha...ha...Young Master's semen...ha...still so much...ha...ha..."
Semen dripped from their point of contact onto the ground. Ruolin's face was flushed, her eyes languid.
The pleasure of her orgasm hadn't faded. She touched her flat, smooth abdomen, dipped her finger in the
semen that had slid down her thigh, and tasted it seductively, panting with intense passion.
"There's more,"
Dewey chuckled, burying his face in Ruolin's slender neck, inhaling her fragrance. One hand encircled her
waist, the other kneaded her breasts, his still-erect penis pumping again.
"Ha...ah...ah...ha..."
Her body, still incredibly sensitive from the recent ordeal,
trembled with pleasure at every stroke of his penis against her vaginal walls. Almost all her weight rested on Dewey, glistening
saliva dripping from her lips as she cried out joyfully, her numbed mind oblivious to whether anyone outside the door could hear
.
"You're getting more and more lewd, Ruolin. When I'm not around, do you
secretly masturbate in bed, thinking about men's penises?"
Dewey lifted one of Ruolin's legs, making her stand on one leg, his thick penis
thrusting rapidly in and out of her overflowing vagina, covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid.
"Ah... masturbation... ha... ha... ah..."
Ruolin, unable to maintain her balance, slumped to the side onto the table, her upper body limp and powerless
. She clenched her fists, struggling to withstand Dewey's relentless thrusting, responding incoherently,
her tongue seemingly slurred.
"I asked you if you've ever thought about a man's penis
while masturbating." Dewey slapped Ruolin's snow-white, upturned buttocks hard, leaving
a faint red handprint on her skin.
"Ah... ah... yes... I masturbate... I think about Master's penis while masturbating... ah..."
The pain in her buttocks seemed to excite Ruolin even more. The cavity enveloping
Dewey's penis suddenly contracted powerfully, the vaginal walls squeezing him tightly, causing Dewey to gasp in pleasure.
"Have you ever secretly gone to find other men's penises, you lewd female knight?"
Dewey increased the speed of his thrusts, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing throughout the room. He reached down to
their juncture, squeezing the exposed clitoris with his fingers, chuckling.
"No...no...ah...ha...ha...I...I only like...ha...Young Master's penis..."
"Ah..."
Ruolin let out a pleasurable moan, lying face down. Her previously tired body seemed to be infused with
new energy, her slender waist swaying in rhythm with Dewey's movements. The table beneath them
creaked under their vigorous thrusts, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
Dewey flipped Ruolin over, grabbing one of her thighs, and thrust in and out hundreds of times in one breath.
White foam appeared at their point of contact. His penis seemed to have a perpetual motion machine, releasing boundless energy
onto the alluring body beneath him.
"Ah...ah...I'm coming...ah...I'm coming again...ahhh..."
With each climax, her waist arched as if it were about to break. Ruolin's full, firm breasts
swayed violently with each thrust. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had experienced. Finally, she didn't even have the strength to moan anymore;
she could only gasp for breath, her mouth wide open, her body drenched in sweat, as if she had been pulled from a water tank.
The sounds of flesh colliding grew increasingly frequent, then suddenly stopped. Dewey hoisted Ruolin's legs
onto his shoulders, his penis thrusting to its deepest point, releasing thick semen onto Ruolin's clitoris. At
their tight, intimate union, Dewey's penis trembled, continuously injecting semen into Ruolin's body, releasing
the most primal desires of a man.
"Ha...ha...ha...Young Master..."
Feeling all the hot liquid being ejaculated inside her, Ruolin smiled contentedly, reaching out to stroke Dewey
's cheek. Dewey leaned forward, maintaining the position of his final ejaculation, not in a hurry to separate, slowly savoring
the afterglow of his climax.
"You...seem to be having a good time, let me try too."
Just then, a clear and melodious voice, like the tinkling of a spring, rang out unexpectedly. Dewey
turned his head abruptly and saw Nicole standing in the doorway, a curious smile on her stunningly beautiful face
. Although her tightly closed eyes couldn't see anything, she seemed to "see" everything
clearly.
"Are you trying to 'kill' me again, Nicole?"
Glancing at Queen Medusa's breathtaking beauty, Dewey gave a wry smile, quickly turning his face away
to calm himself down.
"It's been so long, you've absorbed almost all of that thing's soul energy. You're
no longer a fragile human; you should be able to withstand it. Don't you really want to do it with me, Dewey?"
Nicole said softly, her tone calm yet possessing an irresistible
allure that instantly ignited Dewey's passion.
"Maybe I can try?"
Dewey scratched the back of his head, glancing at Ruolin, who seemed somewhat confused by the situation, and unusually, a weak
expression appeared on his face.
...
The night was as still as water.
At the top of a tower in the capital, a blue-haired, blue-eyed woman bathed in the bright moonlight,
looking down silently as the magnificent city sank into silent darkness. Her slender figure seemed poised to
fall at any moment, merging with the darkness.
"I've been looking for you for ages, so this is you, Cecilia."
A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, sighing with a hint of helplessness. He walked to the woman's
side and stood beside her, gazing at the densely packed houses below. He stretched his arms, his bald head
reflecting the cold moonlight.
"Did you complete the task that young master assigned you?"
The blue-haired, blue-eyed woman showed no reaction to the man's appearance, and the man, seemingly unfazed
, smiled casually and asked naturally.
"It was my teacher's order..."
The two gazed at the distant scenery for a long while before the blue-haired, blue-eyed woman finally spoke, her cold
voice devoid of any emotion.
"That's true, but there's something I still want to hear you say: why did my teacher choose him?"
The burly man scratched his bald head, sighed deeply, and asked with a flickering gaze.
"Don't you understand... Xiu..."
"Understand what, Cecilia? I never asked you these questions before, I only did what you and the teacher
asked me to do, but tomorrow one of our former friends will leave, and for 'our wish
,' I now want to hear the reasons you know."
"I thought you already understood..."
"Just tell me as if I don't understand, Cecilia."
The tall, imposing man looked towards the palace with a touch of melancholy,
a hint of sadness appearing on his usually carefree face.
"Because he, like us... was born from 'despair that shouldn't exist'... '
one who shouldn't exist'... and he is even more special..."
Long, flowing blue hair danced in the wind, her beautiful blue eyes held a deathly stillness, and the blue-haired, blue-eyed woman
spoke calmly and expressionlessly.
"As expected... he's one of those guys too. Although on the surface he seems... hmph, a special guy. Alright
, let me see how this world will 'end.'"
The burly man didn't seem surprised. He sighed, pondered for a moment, then fell silent
, gazing eastward, waiting with the blue-haired, blue-eyed woman for the sun's light to shine upon the earth once more.
(To be continued)

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