【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 1-3 Author: Nongyu

【Alibuda Era Festival】
Author: Nongyu (Luo Sen)
Publisher: Hetu Publishing House

◆ Chapter 1: A Perfect Match

Everything that happened felt like a dream. I really couldn't understand how things could suddenly turn out this way. Was this another strange dream? Or... was the effect of alcohol truly so powerful that it made the impossible happen?

When Yueying whispered in my ear, "Little brother, let's do it," although the aphrodisiac effects of the aphrodisiac fluid were still taking effect in my body, all the blood in my body was rushing from my genitals to my head in the opposite direction, almost causing a nosebleed.

When everything around you is so beautiful that you can't believe it, what should you do? Should you slap yourself to confirm if this is a dream? Of course not, I haven't used that stupid method since I was eight years old. What I should do now is to finish this dream before it ends.

Yueying's slender, fragrant body nestled softly against my chest, as if she were surrendering everything to me. I didn't want to think too much; my only thought was where to finish this beautiful dream.

This wasn't the time to consider romance, but I couldn't just do it right there. We'd made a scene in the basement earlier, and someone might be chasing us upstairs soon enough—not a good place to fulfill my dream. As for getting another room, carrying her to the counter like this twice would attract too much attention, and that wasn't a good idea either. Besides…

although it sounds a bit funny, finally being able to realize my twelve-year dream, I didn't want my first time with Yueying to be too hasty or abrupt with her. I wanted to find a place with a romantic atmosphere.

Romantic atmosphere… the most commonly used prop is the moon.

(I remember noticing when we came in that, besides the eaves and tiles, there seemed to be a platform on the top floor of this hotel, almost invisible from below. If it's empty, then…)

Thinking of this, an idea immediately popped into my head. Without further ado, I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could. Whenever I encountered a doorway, I used my short sword, Hyakkimaru, to slice off the lock and kick it open.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

After repeating this process several times, I carried Yueying to the rooftop of the inn. When I kicked open the door, what I expected appeared before me: a chaotic rooftop, piles of abandoned furniture, a cool evening breeze, the dazzling lights of Sara at night… and a clear, white moon hanging high in the sky.

It wasn't a full moon tonight, but the moonlight, due to the moisture, appeared exceptionally white. Looking at this bright moon, with the chilly evening breeze blowing in my face, all my anxieties seemed to vanish. I felt incredibly comfortable; the commotion that had just occurred seemed like something from another world.

Having successfully shifted the atmosphere and avoided a rushed feeling, I'd achieved my goal. It's just a pity… there's no bed, which is a shame…

(Huh? What's that over there…)

Heaven is truly kind to me, or perhaps the gods are always lenient towards stunning beauties. Just as I was lamenting my final regret, I saw a red cypress bed in front of me. It looked new and dust-free, not like it had been thrown here as trash. It seemed specially placed there to serve guests like me with ulterior motives.

With an almost reverent attitude, like worshipping a goddess, I lifted the bed curtains and laid Yueying flat on it. The smell of alcohol emanating from her mouth mixed with her own body fragrance, creating a unique aroma, like a female animal in heat, incredibly alluring.

"Sister… are you still awake?"

I was a little worried. If Yueying was completely drunk and asleep, although I could do whatever I wanted, this "dream" wouldn't be perfect; it would be a regret. Fortunately, after hearing my soft call, she slowly opened her eyes, glanced around at her surroundings, and then looked at me, as if praising my thoughtfulness and perhaps scolding me for not taking action sooner.

When Yueying shyly raised her snow-white arms, seemingly asking me to help her undress, the joy in my heart almost soared to the heavens like a pair of magpies.

"Sister, I'm so sorry, but you probably don't know how many years… I've dreamt of this day."

"Hehe, don't think you're the only one who dreams like this. I've heard similar things too many times. Show me how different you are from the others."

Hearing these words, seemingly arrogant yet teasing, the last trace of hesitation in my heart vanished.

Yes, at this moment, Yueying wasn't the "Sister Yueying" I knew, but simply a beautiful woman as stunning as an autumn cherry blossom. I didn't need to hold back; I could just enjoy it.

With practiced ease, I unfastened Yueying's vest for the second time today. The strapless white lace bra beneath, unlike the traditional bras worn by Chinese women, made me hesitate, unsure how to proceed. But with Yueying's languid cooperation, I successfully found the clasp, and once unfastened, a pair of beautiful, smooth, firm, and snow-white breasts sprang forth.

"Sister, your breasts are so beautiful… I wanted to say that, but I'm sure I won't be the first to say it, so let's skip that part and move on,"

I said with a grin, as a retort to her previous attitude. Once I clearly distinguished between the drunken Yueying and her usual self, just as I distinguished between Tianhe Xueqiong and Axue, there were no psychological barriers, and I could act freely.

Yueying's face was flushed, her breath sweet as orchids. I didn't know if it was from the alcohol or from my words, but her shy and delicate face made me, who had taken the opportunity to remove my shirt, unable to contain my excitement. I pounced on her half-naked body, pushing her onto the bed.

"Ah..."

"Don't rush to scream, it hasn't even started yet..."

A sly smile flashed in Yueying's eyes. As I pounced, she deliberately turned to the side, crossing her arms to protect her chest, trying to stop my intrusion. But this awkward boy who needed her help to remove his foreign undergarments had now become a hungry tiger drooling over beautiful flesh, and there was no stopping him.

Ignoring her resistance, a pair of strong arms slipped through the gap between Yueying's arms, heading straight for her high, round breasts. She wanted to resist again, but suddenly realized that the man beside her had already climbed onto the bed, something deep inside her skirt, teasing her buttocks through the skirt and undergarments.

"Hmm, you..." Now a married woman, Yueying had no reason not to know what it was. Her half-naked, snow-white body jerked as if electrocuted, giving me an opportunity. My hand reached out and touched her full, elastic breasts.

I breathed a few satisfied sighs. Her C-cup breasts were soft and white. Although not as impressive as Xue's H-cup, the feeling of them filling my palm was exceptionally warm and smooth, and I couldn't help but play with them.

A fragrance wafted from Yueying's hair in the wind. I took a deep breath, feeling unsatisfied, and eagerly freed one hand from her white, fragrant breasts. I deftly removed her golden phoenix hairpin, letting her golden hair cascade down in waves to her shoulders.

What happened next was so natural. I untied Yueying's sash and pulled her long silk skirt off her smooth, beautiful, long, snow-white legs. At this point, except for a thin, almost transparent underpants, her alluringly fragrant body was almost completely naked. The

beautiful and charming Yueying had crystal-clear, snow-white skin that shimmered with an ivory-like glow. Her gracefully shaped, snow-white body was like a cherry blossom wet with water, its whiteness tinged with a delicate pink.

I stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly lowered my head and took most of her snow-white breast into my mouth. My tongue licked her pink nipple forcefully, and I gently bit down with my teeth, letting the complex sensations of pain, numbness, itching, and soreness assault the woman's body beneath me.

"Don't... be gentle, okay? Ah..." Yueying moaned softly, as if in pain, yet also as if in pleasure. I gently bit her smooth, fragrant breast, then kissed her red lips, suppressing my desire, touching her only briefly before stopping, not letting my burning lust explode all at once.

The evening breeze caressed her snow-white skin, and the moonlight lifted the curtains. In the passionate embrace of the two, Yueying's long, pink legs stretched out, revealing her dazzling white buttocks, which trembled slightly. The white silk panties, deeply cleaved into her buttocks, no longer offered any lifting effect, but the curves of her hips and legs remained incomparably smooth.

I squeezed her plump buttocks tightly, and was surprised to find that her panties were already soaked, with gushing honey-like fluid constantly flowing out. On the inside of her two snow-white thighs, two streams of water flowed down, glistening and slippery. The milky white, viscous love fluid shyly appeared, seeping out from Yueying's tightly closed, delicate jade cleft.

"Sister, your buttocks are so round and elastic..."

With the satisfaction of a man conquering the opposite sex, I teased Yueying wantonly, squeezing hard on her round, white, tender buttocks, savoring the smooth flesh of her buttocks, while kissing Yueying's fragrant lips, exploring deeply with my tongue, sucking on her sweet tongue.

"Mmm...mmm..." The intense kiss made Yueying breathless, and with my unrestrained teasing of her snow-white breasts and jade buttocks, she moaned incessantly, her head tilted back to its limit, forming a concave arc between her head, back, and buttocks. It was only after a long while that I reluctantly parted our lips.

"Sister, how did I do? I just said I would make you fully experience the joy of being a woman."

Although I hadn't truly reached ecstasy yet, watching Yueying's hot lower body become warm and moist, and the two rosy, jade-like buds on her full and soft breasts gradually hardening, enlarging, and perking up, proving that this stunning beauty's desire was surging, brought me a sense of accomplishment that was more satisfying than anything else.

"At times like this... don't call me sister anymore... Heh, without realizing it, you've grown up so much, you're no longer a child."

I had heard these words when I reunited with Yueying, but when Yueying's watery eyes were half-open, her face flushed, and her nearly naked, snow-white body pressed tightly against me, emitting a musky and alluring scent, it sounded completely different. Especially... Yueying after drinking was unexpectedly bold and seductive. While speaking, she even reached out and touched my crotch. What she was implying was all too clear.

"But just knowing how to kiss people isn't enough. Aside from that, are you still just an immature child in other ways?"

If I didn't react to a woman's question like that, I wouldn't be a man. I suddenly reached out and pulled off the annoying white silk panties, like a god creating the world, bravely parting her shyly closed pink legs, revealing her jade-like vulva, and slowly entering my sister's sacred and deep vagina.

"Mmm! Gently...so deep, ah..."

"Don't move, I'll be very gentle with you, I'll make you feel very comfortable..."

Before entering, I had already rejected Mao Yan'an's wishful thinking. Even if Baili Xiongshi was a gay man, Yueying couldn't possibly have remained a virgin until now, but the tight feeling after entering said it all.

Although there was no bleeding, Yueying's sexual activity over the past twelve years was definitely minimal. As for any orgies, that was even more impossible, because the tender flesh inside her vulva gripped my penis tightly; the writhing flesh stimulated my penis to the point of almost ejaculating on the spot.

In addition, Yueying's slightly furrowed eyebrows clearly revealed her slight discomfort and pain from not having sex for a long time, while a strange joy and pleasure, along with the delicate expression on Yueying's face that seemed unable to bear it, made me even more frenzied as I rode on her body, unconsciously intensifying my movements.

"Oh... little brother... stop for a moment... stop... ah~"

Before Yueying could finish speaking, I thrust my penis deep into her flower valley again. She tilted her head back and let out a satisfied moan, her two smooth, snow-white legs rising up and tightly wrapping around my waist, thrusting her flower valley upwards with force, making our lower bodies tightly connected, without any gap.

Two hot bodies pressed tightly together, their lower bodies joined, pubic hair rubbing against each other. Each thrust, powerful and fast, sent her soft, plump buttocks slapping against my inner thighs. The "slap, slap" sound of each thrust and slap, accompanied by a soft, melodious moan, was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. My

hard penis, with a wild, possessive, and conquering fervor, plunged into Yueying's jade gate, penetrating her already slippery, tender, and narrow vagina, reaching the very core of her flower, pressing against the most delicate bud, rapidly kneading and throbbing, creating wave after wave of intense pleasure that was almost unbearable.

I admired Yueying's almost dazed expression of pleasure, my hands gripping her wildly swaying peach-like breasts tightly, squeezing her nipples with my thumbs and pinching and twisting her high, white breasts with the other four fingers.

"Ah...ah...little brother...um..."

Yueying expressed her pleasure from me with unreserved moans, but she was not in good physical condition. After enduring my storm of attacks, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her snow-white back.

I felt pity and tried to slow down my movements, suppressing my burning desire. But Yueying was the most understanding partner. She wrapped her arms around my neck, breathing out a rich, musky scent. Her body, long deprived of intimacy, was more ready than that of a virgin. After sufficient lubrication, she even actively craved my thrusts.

"Don't, don't worry about me...thrust harder...harder...thrust all the way in!"

If it were an ordinary older sister, she would maintain her elegant and noble composure and upbringing, and would never say anything impolite. But Yueying, after drinking, seemed to have thrown away all restraints. The wantonness and charm she displayed always gave me immense stimulation.

Her long, golden hair cascaded over the bed during our passionate lovemaking, appearing even more alluring and seductive in the moonlight. As if bewitched, I ignored her urging and deliberately asked breathlessly, "Sister, I can't hear you. What do you want me to use?"

For some reason, I longed to see Yueying use her beautiful and elegant face to utter obscene and vulgar words. Hearing them would excite me more than the strongest aphrodisiac, and Yueying did not disappoint.

"Ah… Sister wants you to use your… to insert me…"

"Oh? What is it? Sister, don't just say half of it."

After much coaxing, I finally managed to get Yueying to speak again.

"...Cock, cock..."

"What?"

"Use your cock to fuck me...fuck me hard..."

"Oh? Fuck you hard there?"

When I asked this, Yueying didn't answer immediately. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her head against my ear to hide her expression. But from her flushed ears and cheeks, I knew Yueying was still hesitant. So I thrust hard, my penis repeatedly going in and out of her beautiful hole.

"Hurry up and say it...sister, where do you want your little brother to fuck you? Sister...sister...good sister."

After I called her "sister" several times, the rhythm of my thrusts suddenly increased. Yueying couldn't hold back any longer, abandoning all restraint, fiercely responding to my thrusts, moaning softly, "Fuck sister's hole...I want little brother's cock to fuck my hole hard..."

After this frenzied and intense thrusting and penetration, I was already at my peak. Then, her mournful and poignant cry, and the way her vaginal walls contracted and clenched tightly during her ecstatic climax, sent shivers down my spine.

I quickly withdrew my scalding, iron-hard penis, one hand around Yueying's beautiful, round, white, snow-white buttocks, the other tightly around her slender, boneless waist. I thrust deeply and forcefully into Yueying's jade-like hips, feeling her snow-white, high breasts sway against my chest. I said with pleasure, "My darling sister... how is it now? I didn't disappoint you, did I? I've never disappointed my woman..."

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Yueying, her body convulsing, while I diligently kept her from falling back into ecstasy.

"Ah... little brother... you're so good, so good..."

Yueying's humming was sweet and melodious, her eyes gazing upwards in a hazy way. I relaxed her fragrant body slightly, parted her a little, and kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her tongue. At the same time, I reached out and pinched the nipple on her soft breast, my lower body thrusting wildly.

"Sister... sister, do you... do you want me to ejaculate outside?"

Yueying shook her head in distress, her golden hair, wet with sweat, hanging loosely. Her jade legs kicked the bed surface one moment and then straightened up the next, but the last thing she said was an unexpected answer.

"No... no... inside... ah... inside... umm... umm..."

For a moment, I was indeed very surprised, but this surprise was nothing compared to the joy of taking the opportunity to do something naughty. So, a thick, hot, viscous stream of semen shot out, shooting straight into the sacred, deep flower chamber of the woman's body.

Stimulated by the burning yang essence, Yueying let out a soft cry. Her long, slender, snow-white legs suddenly rose high, stiffened, and then limply wrapped around my thighs. Her soft, delicate arms also convulsively hugged my shoulders, her ten slender, delicate fingers digging deeply into my shoulders. Her pretty face, flushed red with desire and pleasure, pressed against my ear in a dazed and shy manner, releasing soft moans of satisfaction.

If everything that happened that day, from beginning to end, was like a dream that ended with the sunrise, then at least I should be thankful that it didn't end like a nightmare.

Because of the excessive frequency of intercourse in one day, and the continuous use of the forbidden drug to boost my stamina, when I fell asleep in Yueying's arms on the bed, I slept very soundly until the sun was high in the sky before I woke up.

Naturally, Yueying was long gone. I was wearing clothes, avoiding the embarrassing situation of being naked, indicating that Yueying had regained her senses when she left, no longer in her drunken, wanton state.

What was she feeling now?

Did she feel she had made a grave mistake? Or was there a hint of joy? Or…

how different was her mindset when she was sober versus when she was drunk? I couldn't possibly guess; only seeing her in person would reveal the truth. It was regrettable that I hadn't stopped her before she left, but upon reflection, it might not have been a bad thing.

If there were no problems, Yueying should have returned to the inn. Although I desperately wanted to see her immediately, it wasn't a wise move. Yueying was a grown woman; she needed time to calmly reflect.

I pretended nothing had happened, dressed, left, and returned to the Earl's manor. I quietly opened the door and, without disturbing anyone, headed towards Ah Xue's bedroom. But as I passed the courtyard of my own room, I heard voices coming from inside—it was Ah Xue!

Slightly surprised, I quickly understood. Although I had recently been intimate with her several times, indulging in the plump, white buttocks of this pretty little fox girl, I had been busy with official duties the past few days, rushing back and forth to the Earl's manor, and hadn't had many opportunities to see Ah Xue. Sometimes she would stay overnight in front of my room, wanting to see me. Having developed this habit, today was probably no different. But who was she talking to? Uncle Fu?

Curious, I tiptoed over and just then heard Ah Xue's melodious laughter. This meant that the person she was talking to was at least someone she trusted and who could make her laugh. Uncle Fu was a fat, bloated old man—what was so funny?

Thinking about it, I knew who was talking to Ah Xue. I peeked from a secluded angle and, sure enough, it was Mao Yan'an, dressed as a swordsman, sitting on the steps chatting with Ah Xue. Violet looked very happy, dozing off at Ah Xue's feet.

"...That's really strange. You don't have any memories of the past? So, you don't even know who you are, right?"

I had originally wanted to go out and chat with them, but upon hearing the uncle's words, I immediately pulled my feet back and hid behind a pillar, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Mao Yan'an seemed very surprised that Ah Xue couldn't remember her past. He asked several perplexing questions in succession, and after confirming that she couldn't remember anything, he started blaming me, her master, for not taking her to see a doctor. He gestured wildly, speaking with great agitation, making even me, watching from the side, grit my teeth in anger.

"Master...he has important national affairs to attend to, how can I let him worry about me?"

"What are you saying? You're his beloved disciple, it's only natural that he cares about you. He knows you're sick, but he doesn't try to help you. Sigh, even I, your uncle, can't stand it." "

No, uncle, don't say that. Actually...although I can't remember the past, I'm very happy now. What I was like before doesn't matter at all." "

Really? Ah Xue, you're so beautiful. In my opinion, you must have been some kind of saintess or a little princess of some beast tribe, with parents of noble birth, living a life of luxury. Why bother living such a toilful life?"

"Princess? Saintess? Hahaha~~~ Uncle, you really love to joke. How could Ah Xue be such a noble person? My master would definitely laugh at me if he knew. He always says that with my appearance, I must be a worthless wretch born of a whore."

Ah Xue laughed loudly, amused by Mao Yan'an, and affectionately punched his left shoulder twice, but seemed to have forgotten to control her strength...

After being punched twice, Mao Yan'an's face suddenly twitched, and he was in so much pain that he almost cried. Half of his body collapsed, and he couldn't get up for a long time. This can be considered retribution for his evil deeds.

Ah Xue seemed lost in thought, unaware of the harm she had caused. She simply clasped her hands together and whispered, "No matter what happened before, I couldn't be happier than I am now. I'm with Master every day, Xiao Zi is by my side, and Uncle, you're so good to me. I feel like I've received so much more than many others."

These words were truly chilling. If that bitch Tianhe Xueqiong had said such a thing, I would have chopped off my head and used it as a football for Leng Linglan to kick around.

"But, don't you have any regrets? Not being able to remember your childhood and growing up is always a pity." Mao Yan'an stood up, panting, and forced a smile, speaking to Ah Xue with the concern of a kind elder.

"This..."

"Like your parents, don't you want to see them? Everyone has parents, and of course you do too. If you can't see your parents, Xue girl, don't you really feel anything?"

Sensing her master's bad mood, Violet, who was lying on the ground, got up, but before she could do anything, Ah Xue grabbed her by the back of the neck like a kitten and lifted her to her side.

"I...of course I want to, but it's not something you can just do whenever you want."

"Good fortune will prevail. If your parents were still alive, I believe they would find you. Some things are more convenient when parents are involved, like marriage between a man and a woman. If one day your master wants to take you as a concubine, or even as his wife, then your parents' consent is necessary, don't you think?"

Hearing the uncle's words, Ah Xue's expression brightened. She fiddled with her fingers, looking quite pleased with herself, and whispered, "Yes, yes, but how could that be possible? My master is so lustful, how could he possibly… And my parents…"

"Just say so. There are many kinds of parents in this world. As long as you like, you can replace a father who dies every day. If you can't find a biological father, there are always godfathers and godmothers."

I had been waiting to see what Mao Yan'an was trying to say after leading Xue like this. But when he got to this point, he finally revealed his evil intentions. He opened his arms and, with an expression of being so moved that he was about to cry, said loudly, "It is my honor to have such a kind and obedient daughter as you. I will take care of your happy marriage with my nephew in the future. Xue, let me be your father!"

I don't know if people become enthusiastic about taking in goddaughters and godsons after they reach middle age, but Mao Yan'an was not so lucky. His guidance was too tempting. Xue's face turned redder and redder. When he talked about arranged marriage, Xue, who was completely absorbed in her own wonderful fantasy, showed the shyness of a young girl and happily pushed her hands to the side... Of course, she didn't control her strength well this time.

"Ugh, Uncle, you're bullying me!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Like a high-flying ball hit to a home run, the crimson figure of Flying Hero Mao Yan'an shot diagonally into the air, flying over the wall, drawing a beautiful trajectory, followed by a heavy thud.

I, who had originally planned to teach this old devil a lesson, was dumbfounded at this moment, and instead silently mourned for him, hoping that he wasn't unlucky enough to break a bone. However, this also reminded me that I should deal with Ah Xue a little more carefully in the future.

◆ Chapter Two: Full Moon

and Beautiful Flowers The reunion with Yueying was not as easy as expected, because on this day, news spread that the First Lady of the Golden Finch Federation had fallen slightly ill and would not attend the originally scheduled sightseeing and speech trips for the next few days, but would recuperate at the inn. It was obvious that Yueying was avoiding me. Although this was a normal reaction in my opinion and not a bad thing, it was a different feeling when her domineering and bloated incompetent father came looking for me.

"Well, the reason the Princess is slightly unwell is because...because...so..."

With things developing like this, I really don't know how to explain this to His Majesty the King. I had discussed this with my uncle before; if we wanted Sister Yueying to stay in the country after the peace talks, it would only be if her marriage broke down. And in the Golden Flower Federation's marriage system, divorce is an option, so as long as either Yueying or Ryan is willing to divorce, it'll be fine. Although I've successfully gotten Yueying to take the first step in her affair, things have developed somewhat beyond my control, and that's the problem.

If I were to honestly report, "Your Majesty, I've successfully made the Princess feel like she's in heaven, and the first step of the plan is complete," my brain would immediately have a chance to leave my body. So, I had to make up a story, saying that the Princess was worried about her marriage, which is why she caught a minor illness, making His Majesty the King weep as he saw me off.

Just these things are already enough to annoy me, and as the security commander, I have other tasks to complete.

The series of rapes and murders that occurred the day before yesterday, though unspoken, were all known to be the work of the Ishtar people. When Leng Linglan came to investigate with sarcasm, Narcissas countered with the attack on the diplomatic mission. Fortunately, our military wasn't completely incompetent and was able to immediately present progress on the investigation; otherwise, we would have been rendered speechless by the Ishtar people and silently suffered a loss.

Regarding the conspiracy to attack the Ishtar mission, although the leads ultimately dried up and no concrete evidence was left, based on several days of investigation, we still deduced that the Black Dragon Society was behind the assassins.

The Black Dragon Society's power wasn't limited to the sea; they even had members engaged in conspiracies within Alibuda. This was truly astonishing; at least, Leng Linglan and Narcissas looked quite grim. This also showed that the Black Dragon Society was wary of the second objective of this conference and was preemptively striking to sabotage the nascent alliance.

We lacked concrete evidence, but the participating nations didn't seem to need it much. After more than ten days of discussion on strategies to contain the Black Dragon Society, the various nations had long considered it a hypothetical enemy. Now that this incident had occurred, even without concrete evidence, the envoys from the nations were still aware of the situation, especially the people of Ishtar.

When we presented our evidence and speculations at the joint meeting, Narcissa initially remained silent. After a moment's consideration, she began to reveal some information that Ishtar possessed exclusively.

This information could be considered a family scandal. Narcissa stated that approximately twenty years ago, a traitor had emerged in Ishtar, attempting to flee the country. At the time, the royal family dispatched skilled assassins to hunt him down, believing they had killed the traitor. However, years later, based on various clues, it was determined that the traitor had somehow escaped death and joined the Black Dragon Society, currently hiding in the East China Sea.

"The Black Dragon King's origins are mysterious, and we don't know them either, but his magic is powerful, a testament to his personal cultivation. Without the technology smuggled out by that traitor, it would have been impossible for him to develop the Black Dragon Society to this extent in such a short time."

Narcissus's words contained many inaccuracies, suggesting that due to family scandals and military secrets, she could only offer a brief overview. Even this was already shocking enough, because it meant that someone from the Ishtar wizarding order had defected, handing over Ishtar's technology to the Black Dragon Society for its further development. It was as if Ishtar had emerged as a force after the Black Dragon Society's rise to power.

During the meeting, I also noticed that the people of Ishtar addressed Narcissus as either "Princess" or "Witch." In Ishtar, the land of black magic, "witch" is a respectful term, equivalent to what we commonly call a saint. When I privately inquired with Mao Yan'an, I finally understood that Narcissus was specially cultivated by Ishtar to specifically counter the heir of the Cihang Jingdian.

She is currently still undergoing her training. When her sorcery is fully mastered, she will become the leader of the sorcerers of Ishtar, inheriting the imperial power and reigning over Ishtar. If the successor painstakingly cultivated by the Palace of Light is Tianhe Xueqiong, then her destined rival, a nemesis between light and darkness, is Narcissa.

Thinking of this, I am truly glad that I didn't let Xueqiong show herself in public. Narcissa is a mage specifically trained to counter Tianhe Xueqiong, and there is a high probability that she has seen Tianhe Xueqiong. If she recognizes her, it would be troublesome enough, not to mention that if she takes the opportunity to attack, Xueqiong would have no power to resist.

The atmosphere of the meeting also changed as a result. Despite the fervor of the crowd, Ryan remained clear-headed, but in the end, he agreed that a more proactive approach should be taken to prevent the Black Dragon Society's landing, and even considered assisting the rebel army in the East Sea to restore their country.

The alliance of nations is fraught with conflict, with each nation vying for power. Therefore, the best approach would be for a transcendent organization to unify them and reduce strife. The ideal organization would be the Palace of Light.

However, the Palace of Light's stance is to resolve conflicts and maintain peace on Earth. Initiating a war against the Black Dragon Society is not in line with the Palace of Light's principles. As the President of the Golden Flower Federation, what would Ryan do? This was a question that piqued everyone's curiosity.

"Actually, the Palace of Light is also aware of the evil forces on Earth. Although we cannot participate in the struggle due to our stance, we haven't been idle. Our new generation has formed a research organization, hoping to offer some assistance."

Ryan seemed somewhat hesitant, but still spoke loudly: "Their thoughts and beliefs are similar to those of everyone present. The name of this organization is… the Pure Mind Zen Society."

When Ryan Buffett uttered the term "Pure Mind Meditation Society," the representatives from various countries present didn't react much, indicating they had no prior knowledge of it.

The Palace of Light, as the religious center of the entire land and the source of light magic research, naturally has many smaller branches. Larger ones establish organizations in other countries; others are small groups of a few people, resembling societies, the smallest perhaps containing only three to five members.

Mao Yan'an had mentioned to us that these various research societies develop differently depending on their founding purpose. Some specialize in light magic, some delve into Buddhist philosophy and Zen, and some study medicine. Those with outstanding achievements can even receive funding from the Cihang Jingdian (Compassionate Serenity Hall), which is why academic circles flourish within the Golden Flower Federation.

"However, it's not entirely without its downsides. Too much freedom has also given rise to some strange things, like research into the existence of subterranean people, the worship of extraterrestrial visitors and otherworldly creatures, and several new religions that chant about returning to humanity's home planet and embracing some kind of 'sphere.' There was even a mass suicide incident recently, all weird and strange, called something like the 'Earth Cult'..."

The fact that a new religion could emerge within the Cihang Jingdian under its extremely strong leadership is undeniably a testament to its remarkable tolerance. But the seeds of tolerance don't necessarily bear good fruit; at least the Jingnian Chan Society makes me uneasy.

Hearing Ryan's words, Mao Yan'an and I exchanged glances, recalling the incident in Wugu Village where we discovered this organization wasn't entirely innocent. Entrusting the task of unifying the nations to them might cause some problems.

Representatives from several major powers, including Narcissus, seemed thoughtful. Given the current situation, the military of small and medium-sized countries can only gather intelligence domestically at best, unable to extend it abroad, and wouldn't know what problems a foreign organization might have. However, large countries like Ishtar and Solancia naturally know more and make more cautious decisions.

"The Temple of Light's peaceful stance remains unchanged, but the high monks within the temple also feel it's necessary to adapt to the times and not be bound by convention. Therefore, within the temple's existing framework, the Pure Thoughts Meditation Society has been established, hoping to cleanse the world of evil and enlighten all beings,"

Ryan briefly explained the Pure Thoughts Meditation Society. The content was similar to what we heard in Mist Valley Village. The Pure Thoughts Meditation Society is an organization that has sprung up within the Temple of Light in recent years, developing rapidly and gaining strong support from young members who eagerly join.

After giving a brief introduction, Ryan seemed eager to reach a consensus as soon as possible. However, with the arrival of the Ishtar people, the meeting could no longer be easily dominated by the Golden Flower Federation. Although our King, who lacked any political common sense, immediately voiced his support, Ishtar also colluded with Solancia, stating that this was a matter of great importance and there was no reason for the Golden Flower Federation to have the final say.

As a result, the meeting ended without any consensus, only making all the participating countries realize that a bumpy road of negotiations lay ahead.

A power struggle between international powers was about to break out, but I didn't care which side would win. It would be best if they remained deadlocked, so I could have more time to spend with Yueying.

Although I was anxious to see Yueying, reason told me that a period of isolation was necessary. More importantly, my back was hurting so badly that I could barely stand, and my lower body had been numb for a long time. Until these frustrating conditions were resolved, I couldn't do anything.

Therefore, it wasn't until three days after I parted ways with Yueying that I saw the beautiful older sister I had been longing for again.

I knew Yueying didn't want to see me, but she didn't make a scene about what happened that day, and no one came to settle scores with me. This meant that her forgiveness and kindness were far stronger than her shame and anger. This contradiction was my only chance. So, with the help of the uncle, we used the excuse of changing security guard duties to send away the bystanders and create an opportunity where no one would interfere and we could do whatever we wanted.

Standing gracefully beside the magnificent bed, Yueying wore only a pure white silk nightgown. Her golden hair was disheveled and unkempt, and her face was pale and sickly. She looked so pitiful, like a pear blossom battered by rain. To my eyes, she was so beautiful and so heartbreaking.

Given the inn's tight security, it was impossible for anyone with ill intentions to break in—that was common sense. But a man blinded by lust wasn't a creature that could be governed by common sense. So when I pushed open the door and barged in, Yueying, completely unprepared for my sudden appearance, simply stared wide-eyed, utterly bewildered.

"Sister, I missed you so much…" I slammed the door shut and rushed forward. Yueying, still unable to react, couldn't even form a complete sentence.

"Don't come any closer, I don't want to see you… We both did wrong… about that day, I…"

Before Yueying could finish speaking, I was already in front of her, suddenly embracing and kissing her, sealing her lips with a kiss that silenced her clichéd, almost annoying, platitudes like, "Please treat what happened that day as a dream, we can't keep making mistakes."

No longer clouded by alcohol, the now sober Yueying was surprisingly reserved and demure. She frantically pushed me away with her small hands, shaking her head to avoid my kisses, her mouth urgently crying out, "No...no...little brother, don't do this...let me go...I can't betray my husband, and you..."

Ignoring her cries, I held her captivatingly slender body tightly, passionately kissing her cheeks and neck while kneading her fragrant, soft breasts.

Like a rutting beast, I was frenzied, pushing Yueying's delicate body down onto the soft bed, pressing my body against hers, kissing every inch of her sensual skin I could reach. My already erect penis, through our clothes, pressed against Yueying's flat, soft abdomen. A strong desire to conquer her made me want to possess her, to enter her, and to make my sister moan for me.

"Sister, please forgive me. I really love you so much. If I can't be with you, I'd rather die. I've thought it through these past few days. No matter what happens, I must be your man, I must be with you."

The physical contact and the awkward friction between our lower bodies were naturally felt by Yueying. She trembled, arched her back, and placed her hands under my ribs, trying to separate our intimate contact. In a trembling voice, she pleaded, "Little brother, I already have a husband. Although he… we made a vow before the gods. I can't betray him. And… I've always only seen you as a brother. Please… please…"

My hands, through the thin nightgown, roamed over Yueying's beautiful body. I gasped, "Sister, I've loved you since I was little. My love for you has lasted longer than that perverted gay man's. Why can't you give me a chance? That gay man can't give you happiness, sister. I love you." "No one can see here, you don't need to be afraid of being found out. I just want you to give me a chance!"

Yueying stopped struggling, covered her face with her hands, her slender shoulders trembling slightly. I thought she had finally given in, so I pulled her hands away from her face, only to be shocked to see that her face was covered with tears, looking at me with desperate and painful eyes, murmuring, "You did the same thing, you also bullied me... I'm dying right in front of you now. Whatever you want, after I die, you can do whatever you want."

These few words sounded like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head, suppressing all my surging desire. I hesitated for a long time, and finally said softly, "Sister, I promise you I won't do anything reckless, but I really miss you so much that I'm going crazy. Can you just let me kiss you and hug you? I won't really do anything with you until I get your permission..."

It was an absurd request, but I wasn't gambling on Yueying's rationality, but rather taking advantage of her maternal instincts for her younger brother. After I adopted a firm stance of not giving up until I achieved my goal, Yueying, who didn't want to escalate the situation, should show some tolerance.

After a while, when I moved my hand to the clasp of her robe, she simply closed her eyes, motionless like a lifeless statue.

...That's enough.

With practiced ease, I removed Yueying's nightgown, revealing her snow-white body.

Her long, dark eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing her bright, clear eyes; her exquisitely beautiful face was flushed red, still glistening with undried tears; beneath her fair and delicate neck were a pair of slender, rounded shoulders; at the center of that dazzling expanse of white was a pair of soft, smooth, and full breasts. The trembling, high

breasts, like a pair of ripe, juicy white peaches, though not yet full, were very endearing, with two tender nipples, as red as blood, shyly just beginning to bloom. Her

slender waist, almost transparent, was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand; beneath her soft, smooth belly, a golden shadow could be seen through her white silk undergarments; her two long, pink legs were tightly crossed, concealing the intoxicating beauty of her flower valley.

This scene was enough to set any man's blood boiling. Without hesitation, I pounced on her.

Wild, labored breathing echoed in the room. The man was on top of the woman, sucking hard on her kneaded nipples, as if trying to swallow those two snow-white nipples with their red tips whole. Yueying, however, stubbornly maintained her chastity, remaining silent and turning her head to one side.

A few days ago, I would have been helpless, but after actually making love with Yueying, I discovered that she was naturally alluring, her body far more sensitive than the average woman's. She easily responded to teasing, and unlike Yuhong, she couldn't suppress her desires with internal energy. In this battle of passion, she couldn't resist for long. This was her tragedy as a woman, but my good fortune.

However, Yueying's resistance was somewhat unexpected. During my eager foreplay, she was drenched in sweat, but it wasn't until almost fifteen minutes later that her skin began to tremble slightly.

Having finally found this sliver of willpower, I replaced my right thumb with my tongue, teasing the already erect nipples with the tip of my tongue. My fingers tightened and loosened like milking a cow, while my left hand vigorously kneaded and rotated the nipples. After a few strokes, Yueying could no longer maintain her icy composure and let out a beautiful moan, gently twisting her slender waist and wasp buttocks.

Smooth breasts rubbed against my cheeks, their intoxicating scent nearly driving me mad. But I hadn't forgotten my purpose, and said softly, "Sister, you're not being fair. You don't know how heartbroken I was when you married into the Golden Finch Federation. You have no feelings for your gay husband. Why would you rather shut yourself off, giving up the happiness you could have, than give me a chance to love you?"

Struggling to stay conscious amidst the intense physical desire, Yueying closed her eyes and trembled, "Little brother, you're right. I've never loved my husband, but… I once deeply loved a man, and we made a lifelong promise. He promised to come and get me someday. I will never love another man besides him…"

This was truly a dramatic turn of events. Although I had broken through Yueying's defenses and learned her secret, it was not what I wanted to hear. If she already had a true lover with whom she had pledged her life, wouldn't I, doing all this to her, become the villain?

I didn't care about hurting her at that moment, and hurriedly asked, "Then why didn't he come to pick you up? No man can bear to see his beloved woman become someone else's wife, and I absolutely cannot. Why didn't he come to pick you up? If he's not a liar, then he doesn't care about you at all."

Even if I didn't say it, this was the conclusion anyone would reach. Yueying didn't answer, but just pursed her lips, letting crystal tears slide down her fair cheeks.

I believed that saying anything more would not make any progress. If Yueying regained her senses, my risk would have been in vain. So, while she still had her eyes closed and trusted me not to do anything rash, I quietly moved her panties to make a slit, parted the hot petals with the tip of my penis, and, using the slippery nectar, thrust my entire hard penis into her already wet and slippery vulva.

The sudden swelling inside her vagina startled Yueying, and she screamed, but it was too late. My penis broke through the barriers and entered the depths of her flower garden.

"No! Pull it out... You clearly said that if I didn't agree... Ah..."

I held Yueying tightly, kissed her open mouth as she screamed, and held her snowy buttocks, thrusting my penis forcefully into her vagina.

Yueying cried out and struggled, kicking her beautiful legs, tears streaming from her crystal-clear eyes, crying, "Let me go! Let me go... Don't do this..."

I ignored her resistance, just thrusting violently, tearing her panties in the process, and spreading her snow-white, slender legs with my hands, placing them on my shoulders. This way, she could clearly see my thick, hard penis rapidly entering and exiting her jade gate, bringing out bursts of lustful fluid, which excited me to the extreme.

Yueying beneath me just stared at me with teary, blurry eyes, her snow-white, hourglass-shaped body motionless, offering no resistance.

"I'm sorry! I love you so much, I couldn't help it..."

I actually wanted to laugh as I said this, because any man who went this far and still let go would be an idiot. But I didn't need to feign innocence; I had to say something to coax her at the right time. There are some creatures in this world who, even while being raped, still enjoy hearing lovey-dovey lies. Her

overly sensitive and easily aroused body, long deprived of stimulation, reacted intensely like wildfire at the slightest provocation. Knowing this, I was full of confidence, changing positions and postures, lowering her pink legs from my shoulders, thrusting in and out while playing with her high, firm breasts.

Soon, Yueying's snow-white legs unconsciously wrapped around my lower back, and I took the opportunity to kiss her soft lips, taking her tender tongue into my mouth and sucking her sweet saliva.

Yueying seemed to have little experience with intercourse, but her innate allure quickly caused her to lose consciousness in the heat of the moment. Instinctively, she began to rotate and thrust her lower body, unconsciously contracting her vaginal muscles to rub against my penis. The pleasurable sensation made my entire body feel weak, and I could only repay her with even more vigorous thrusting.

Thinking about it, I truly envied Ryan Buffett for having such a beautiful wife who was a socialite in public and a wanton woman in bed… It's just a pity his sexual preferences were different from most people's, and he was unable to enjoy it.

Yueying hugged me tightly with both hands, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, moaning, "Faster, thrust into me harder... harder..."

Seeing her completely lost in her alluring appearance, I seized the opportunity to ask, "Sister, is your little brother's penis big? Does it feel good when I'm fucking you?"

I wasn't joking; when I emphasized the word "little brother," Yueying seemed particularly excited, swaying her long golden hair and moaning softly, "So big... Sister feels so good... Faster... faster..."

Yueying kept moaning softly, half-conscious, responding to her physical instincts, her snow-white buttocks jiggling back and forth, her skin glistening with a layer of... The vibrant pink color filled me with smugness. I deliberately paused my piston-like movements and whispered in her ear, "Sister, don't blame me for breaking my promise. You're doing this willingly now."

These words were like a thunderclap. Yueying suddenly trembled, trying to push me away forcefully, and began to sob. Of course, I wouldn't let her push me away, but hurriedly held her close, letting her delicate body tremble in my arms as she sobbed, "...You, you've grown up, and all you do is bully your sister...I regret it so much... Waaah... Waaah..." It

was no use saying anything now. I patted her tender white thighs, thrust my hips hard, and once again pounded into her fresh and smooth jade gate.

Yueying cried out in pain, desperately pushing against my chest with both hands. But I, relying on my strength, pressed down on her and thrust wildly with my lower body. Based on my understanding of her sensitive spots, I quickly made her lose consciousness in the tide of desire, indulging in the ecstatic climax. Like a spasm, her upper body arched back like a spring, kissing and biting me haphazardly, while her hands scratched and clawed at my back.

I gasped, "Sister, let me cum inside, okay?"

Of course, this was just a joke to spice things up, but as I was about to pull my penis out of Yueying's body, she tightly wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, thrusting her vulva upwards, her cervix contracting violently, clamping down on the tip of my penis like a vise.

Yueying cried out in a groan, "No, don't cum inside, I... ahh..."

Her strange words and actions fully demonstrated the predicament of her will and body going against each other. Although I couldn't understand her true meaning, I couldn't bear it any longer amidst the continuous tingling and itching of my penis. With a forceful thrust, my glans and urethral opening were pressed tightly against her snowy white nipple, and hot, milky-white semen gushed out, all of it flowing into her sacred womb.

Filled with my hot semen, Yueying couldn't help but groan loudly again, her whole body convulsing, tears streaming down her face. She clung tightly to me, crying incoherently, "Sister is a slut... Sister did it willingly... I feel so good... I want more... I want more..."

Wave after wave of orgasms left Yueying completely paralyzed. I was deeply attached to her body, and in the afterglow of her climax, I caressed her high, soft breasts and stroked her round, slender pink legs.

Yueying closed her eyes, intoxicated by the pleasure of our passionate union. Although she no longer spoke, her vulva gripped my penis tightly, contracting and sucking incessantly, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of my energy.

As the passion subsided, Yueying turned her back, preventing me from seeing her face. Even so, her snow-white, smooth bare back and her pink, peach-like buttocks continued to stimulate my desire, making me want to disregard everything and have another round.

But this alluring fantasy couldn't be realized, because there were suddenly a few knocks at the door. Although the sound wasn't loud, it was enough to make my heart jump. According to our previous agreement, it should have been Mao Yan'an reminding me that it was almost time.

I hurriedly put on my clothes, taking one last longing look at the naked female body under the quilt on the bed, and ran to answer the door.

"What's wrong? Didn't we agree..."

The reason for stopping my words was simple: as soon as I opened the door, a dead head was poked in. Mao Yan'an looked tense, his hand gripping my collar even tighter. Although he didn't say a word, I already knew that something terrible was going to happen.

"What are you doing? At least let me get dressed first..."

"Which is more important, your life or your clothes? Don't you know you're in big trouble?"

Mao Yan'an wasn't the type to make a fuss, so his words meant something had changed. But the first thing I thought of was Yue Ying, still lying naked on the bed. I quickly stepped forward to block Mao Yan'an's view.

"What is it? Speak quickly."

"Disaster is imminent! Ryan has caught you cheating."

◆ Chapter 3: Adulterers and Adulteresses

Upon hearing the devastating news, I broke out in a cold sweat. I couldn't imagine how difficult things would be if Ryan exposed my affair with Yueying, especially the rape. Whether it was the issue between the two countries or Ryan Buffett's ruthless treatment of me, the thought was chilling.

The problem was, things had escalated to this point, and it couldn't be resolved with mere words. The power to decide life and death, success or failure, was no longer in my hands. Before the final outcome was revealed, there were some things I wanted to do.

"Nephew, quick, come with me... Ah!"

The uncle's scream was understandable, because I slammed the door shut, and his nose, standing right in the doorway, was inevitably hit. The reason for closing the door was simply to cover things up. Even in this critical moment, there were things I wouldn't let Mao Yan'an see, and some things I had to say before leaving.

I rushed to the large bed. Yueying was still in the same prone position, her shimmering golden hair glistening with sweat against her milky-white skin, breathtakingly beautiful. But I knew she had overheard my conversation with Mao Yan'an.

"Sister, something seems to have happened outside. I need to go and handle it. What just happened might have upset you, but everything I said to you was sincere... No matter what happens, I'll take full responsibility. If you really can't forgive me, then... just stay here. Even if I die, I won't let you get hurt again."

A bitch needs to be beaten, a woman needs to be coaxed. Although even I found my words ridiculous, this was the only way I could comfort Yueying. After uttering these almost scripted words of comfort, I turned and left, opening the door to face the harsh and cruel ordeal.

"What happened?"

I asked Mao Yan'an immediately after leaving the bedroom, and he answered me as quickly as possible. This inn was originally supposed to be where His Majesty the King once housed his favorite concubine. However, to prevent her from engaging in illicit affairs with other men, a magical barrier was erected. Any act of sexual intercourse within the building would be relayed back to the palace. But this barrier was forgotten to be removed when new guests checked in…

“Are you kidding me? What kind of demonic barrier is this?”

“I heard it was invented by the monks of the Temple of Light… You know, this is a magical world, so such things aren’t surprising…”

This message would be directly transmitted to His Majesty the King’s close advisors. The problem is, everyone knows that the current owners of this inn are the President and his wife of the Golden Flower Federation, and President Ryan is currently in a meeting with dignitaries from various countries. Only the First Lady remains in the inn, which means…

"I felt something was wrong when the barrier was triggered. I was only sure something was wrong when your city guards appeared in large numbers around the inn and blocked the roads. Now, although I have destroyed the barrier, it is not of much help to us. Fortunately, they are hesitant and dare not come in to search directly, leaving the power to catch the adulterer to the master..."

After explaining this, Mao Yan'an led me to a storage room at the end of the second floor. Looking out the window, it was indeed completely surrounded, so heavily guarded that not even a fly could get out. At this moment, a cavalry team quickly arrived at the perimeter of the inn. The city guards guarding this place made way for this well-equipped cavalry team to enter. I didn't need to look to know that Ryan Buffett was in this cavalry team.

"Oh no, Ryan's back, nephew! What are we going to do now?"

"Don't worry, I won't implicate you. I'll take full responsibility. You just continue playing the silent hero. But if you dare betray me first, I guarantee you won't have a good ending."

I'm not such a kind person. If betraying Mao Yan'an could save my life, I would sacrifice it without hesitation; however, when betraying someone is futile, I still have the virtue of taking responsibility for my actions. Besides, the situation is different from when I took Xing Mei's virginity. Could I tell others that Mao Yan'an coveted Yue Ying's beauty and succeeded in assaulting her? No one would believe it, and… my heart wouldn't allow me to do that.

The problem is, how can I keep Yue Ying out of it? Because of the deliberate removal of irrelevant people, there was no one else in the inn. I couldn't shift the blame to anyone else, so what kind of lie could I concoct to deceive the notoriously shrewd Baili Xiongshi?

"Ah, my dear nephew, you truly move me deeply. But weren't you always so confident in your wisdom? Why are you so helpless all of a sudden?"

"Enough nonsense. If I have no idea, do you?"

"Oh, hehe, what if I do?"

I turned to look at Mao Yan'an, arms crossed, looking completely confident, a stark contrast to his previous panic. Seeing him like this, I immediately realized he must have a brilliant plan to escape.

"What method?"

"Let's make it clear first, I'm just taking a risk, I'm not 100% sure, but you owe me a favor. After you get away, you have to grant me one request."

The rapidly approaching footsteps left me no room for bargaining, and the deal was quickly struck. After I nodded in agreement, Mao Yan'an handed me a piece of paper covered in dense writing.

"This was originally intended for my next work, but with a slight modification, it's quite suitable."

"What do you mean? What is this?"

"Is it hard to understand? Actually, you probably already know what I'm talking about. Without considering morality, convention, or whether it's dirty or vulgar, do you really have no other way for us to get away successfully, for Yueying not to be suspected, and for Ryan not to discover any flaws?"

If it were anyone else, even with such a hint, they still wouldn't be able to think of a method. But we're both con artists who make a living with our brains. After hearing this hint, an incredibly absurd idea popped into my head.

"Uncle, you wouldn't..."

"There's no other way. We can't reason with them now, so we have to appeal to their emotions. Hurry, the Golden Flower Federation's guards are about to break down the door." "

But this method is really..." "

Stop arguing. For the sake of the next generation's happy love, for the sake of loyalty, I, Mao Yan'an, am making a glorious sacrifice this time."

"Uncle, I admire your loyalty, but this is really..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just read it."

The approaching footsteps and the increasingly rapid banging on the door were all signals urging me to act. In the end, I had no choice but to pick up the piece of paper and begin to read it with great emotion.

"Oh, my love, why is fate so cruel to us?"

"It's alright. Although the world can't understand our pure love, my heart will never waver for you."

"Heh, you lewd old man, do you know how much I love your sexy mustache?"

"Heh heh, you're really something. We just did it a few times, and you're already hard again."

"You too. I always said having an affair here would be exciting, and...who told you your ass is so white..."

"Heh heh, John, I won't let you sleep

here tonight." The dialogue was enough. As we tacitly tore each other's clothes, the disgusting, ashen-faced guards outside, unable to withstand the pressure of the torture, violently kicked the door open.

Frankly...the moment I saw them rush in, the feeling of relief and redemption was so great that I would have licked their shoes as a token of gratitude...but not their toes...and no part of their bodies above the toes.

Two gay men, taking advantage of the absence of the President of the Golden Flower Federation, sneaked into the inn to indulge in debauchery, causing such a commotion. Under normal circumstances, they would have been secretly executed long ago to avoid disgrace. However, due to my special status as a gay man, I had to be dealt with personally by high-ranking officials, who brought me before Ryan for interrogation.

This inn was His Majesty the King's place of pleasure. The garden was extremely elegant, with lush green grass on the perimeter, thick layers of crimson clover, several large-leaved trees, a rockery waterfall made of raw stones, dozens of red and white koi swimming in the pond, a small blue stone tea table under the trees for shade, and dozens of green bamboos swaying in the wind by the fence, creating a serene atmosphere.

Ryan sat by the tea table, with Hui Xiuchu guarding behind him. His golden hair, like a lion's mane, exuded a regal aura, commanding respect without anger. Although he never once glanced in my direction, cold sweat trickled down my back. I had to use all my willpower to stay upright and avoid collapsing and embarrassing myself.

(Damn it, how could I be so useless?)

This thought suddenly snapped me out of my daze. There's no reason for such intimidation to come from just his personal imposing presence. I've heard that Ryan's martial arts come from the Cihang Jingdian lineage. If I'm not mistaken, ever since I entered a certain area, he's been influencing my mind with his Zen techniques, making me feel timid and fearful. In other words, what's about to happen to me is...

"You, for the thrill of an affair, did that shameful thing with a man in the inn... Good heavens, I never thought there was anyone in the world with such audacity to dare to disturb my residence, Ryan Buffett's. If I let this scum live in this world, how will I ever face the heroes of the world again?"

Ryan lightly slammed his hand on the stone table, and the entire tea table, carved from bluestone, shattered into pieces. The strength of his palm strike was truly terrifying. If he was like a slumbering lion just now, he was now erupting with the rage of a lion, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. His murderous aura surged over the sky like an overwhelming storm, making it hard to believe that such a powerful man was actually a genuine gay man.

I clenched my fists, biting my lower lip, struggling to withstand his raging, domineering aura. I refused to show weakness before him, but no matter how I tried to regulate my breathing and speak, I could only manage to utter four stiff words.

"What do you want?" As soon as the words left my mouth, a strong taste of blood burst forth, and a red streak trickled down my lip, revealing that his Zen-like power had already damaged my internal organs.

"As for the crimes you've committed, even if I were to tear you to pieces, it wouldn't be enough to vent my anger. But I still have some respect for the previous two generations of the Farrell family, and I don't want to bring shame upon Alibuda... Heh, I can let you go today, but you must leave with one arm, and you must kneel and repent for your actions. If you're willing, I'll spare your life."

"Hmph, only your mother would be willing..."

The price of losing an arm was too high; I couldn't accept it. I'd rather fight back, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I couldn't bear the internal injuries any longer and collapsed to my knees.

Ryan sneered. In his eyes, my resistance was as insignificant as a worm.

"You don't want to? Back in the day, Lant Farrell was quite the ladies' man. And now his descendants have such a peculiar taste. Fine, for your grandfather's sake, I'll spare your arm. Just kowtow to me three times and kneel in repentance for your sexual fetish, and what's a little mercy on sparing your life?"

Compared to my original expectations, Ryan's leniency was saintly. I should have knelt down, tears streaming down my face, begging for mercy and thanking him for sparing my life. But I noticed something strange in his words: he didn't want me to repent for sneaking into the inn for illicit pleasure, but for my homosexuality. If it were any other respectable man, that would be fine, but Ryan was a very "special" man. Was this the kind of repentance he wanted to hear?

In this critical moment, I decided to take the gamble. Knowing it would be futile, I used all my strength to resist Ryan's oppression, trying to stand up.

"Hmph, let me tell you, whether you want my hands cut off or me to kowtow, it's up to you. I'm no match for you, do as you please. But if you want me to repent for my love? Heh heh, even if you cut off both my hands, you won't hear those words."

Shouting this, I only heard Hui Xiuchu behind me yell "How dare you!" But before he could act, Ryan raised his hand to stop him.

"Why? Don't you think your love is shameful? A descendant of a prestigious family, a general of a nation, engaging in homosexuality, and yet you dare to speak so shamelessly!"

"What's shameful about it? Although this love cannot be recognized by the world, every moment I feel it is absolutely sincere. How could you shallow, worldly people understand my feelings?"

To avoid making myself sick with my words, I kept Yueying in my mind as I spoke. Each sentence, though subtly meaningful, was entirely sincere, especially since Yueying hadn't yet appeared; my words were spoken with great passion and fervor.

"What audacity!" Ryan, seemingly enraged, radiated murderous intent, like a thunder god shaking the earth. Without a word, he kicked me, the excruciating pain almost making my vision go black, telling me I'd probably broken two ribs.

"This is your last chance to live. If you don't admit your mistake, not even your dead grandfather, let alone Yuan Tang? Farrell, can save your dog's life."

Ryan's boots stepped on my head, and with a slight exertion, my entire head sank into the ground. Before officially burying myself, I enjoyed the fragrance of grass and soil. I had no doubt that if he exerted any more force, my head would burst open. In that instant, I did waver. If I was wrong, wouldn't this gamble have cost me my life, which I could have saved, for no reason?

But the thought of Sister Yueying's beautiful face became the catalyst for my decision. Even with my head buried in the ground and my mouth full of mud, I still shouted desperately,

"I won't admit my mistake! I didn't do anything wrong! You motherfucker!" As soon as I shouted this, the pressure on my head suddenly eased, followed by a long laugh.

"Hahaha, interesting, Lant? Farrell's heir, just as rumored, a daring and amusing lad."

A strong hand slapped my shoulder, and I turned to see Ryan's smiling face before me, his eyes radiating a tender light that seemed to say, "I understand all your feelings, I can feel everything."

"Ryan! Don't hurt him!" Before we could react, a delicate cry rang out from afar. Turning around, I saw Yueying, disheveled, wearing only a silk robe over her undergarments, rushing breathlessly towards me. She had clearly come directly from the bedroom to prevent a tragedy.

Seeing Yueying finally appear, I almost burst into tears. The emotion in my heart outweighed everything else, because this time I had finally forced her to make a statement, proving that she wasn't heartless towards me. This life-or-death situation was a worthwhile gamble.

Ryan stopped her, seemingly making some assurances before sending Yueying back to the inn. After all, it wasn't exactly elegant for the First Lady to be running around in such thin clothing, potentially revealing too much skin. When Ryan returned, everything was much easier to discuss.

"I'm truly sorry. What happened earlier was just me testing your magnanimity. As for Brother John being gay, I have no prejudice against him."

Nonsense, you're a gay man yourself, so discriminating against me is the same as discriminating against yourself?

"Homosexuality is no longer considered immoral in our Golden Flower Federation. In the next legislative session, we plan to push for the inclusion of same-sex marriage rights in the civil law..." A

gay president enacting such a law is truly abusing public power for private gain, even more terrifying than recklessly issuing public debt. The future of this country is in jeopardy.

"...Especially seeing you defend your feelings with your life, such noble sentiments are truly admirable. Brother John, now I finally understand why my wife values you so much; you are indeed a remarkable man." Ryan

's friendly attitude sent chills down my spine. If Yueying valued me for this reason, that would be truly terrifying. However, my performance just now had "moved" Ryan, making him consider me "one of his own," and he vowed to strongly recommend me for his career—this was indeed an unexpected gain.

Following this, I also demanded the release of Mao Yan'an, because when the guards rushed in to arrest him, his lack of martial arts skills was exposed, and he was easily knocked to the ground and dealt with separately from me.

"That swindler is your friend, isn't he? It's quite something that someone who doesn't know martial arts could act so convincingly. Don't worry, the guards beat him up and chased him away."

Before coming to Alibuda, Ryan was indeed very interested in the legendary swordsman Oren, but after hearing that Alibuda had invited this person, he used his intelligence agencies to investigate briefly and found out that Oren did not exist. However, if he exposed him, Alibuda would lose face and it would be a disgrace to the country, so he suppressed his laughter and put on an act.

"Actually, he's quite eloquent and well-read; he's a very talented person, but unfortunately, he's a fraud..."

Now that Mao Yan'an had escaped, I didn't need to defend him any further, and casually said, "Who knows, this guy surnamed Mao, I heard he used to work in the Golden Flower Federation in his youth, designing uniforms and drafting laws; he seemed quite famous..."

"What? It's Professor Mao Yan'an?"

Ryan, who had long admired the sage's reputation and was eager to meet him for advice, was quite surprised to realize he had called the wrong person. He insisted on finding Mao Yan'an to apologize, but before that, he finally explained things to me. He

had been a little suspicious when he saw Yueying and me being so intimate, but now that he knew I was gay, he could finally relax. He was usually busy with official duties and inevitably neglected his wife somewhat. Now that he had found someone Yueying liked and whom he could trust, he asked me to visit often and keep Yueying company.

This... was truly an unexpected and ideal ending.

The twists and turns of events were beyond what most people could imagine, but when I reappeared in Yueying's boudoir, sitting at her dressing table getting dressed, she didn't seem particularly surprised when she saw my reflection in the mirror.

"Where's Ryan?"

she asked softly, as if suppressing all her emotions. I knew Yueying already knew what had happened, so I shrugged and said, "I don't know. He left with the guards, saying he had to handle some official business. Before he left... he told me to have a good talk with my sister so you wouldn't worry."

During the time we were apart, Yueying seemed to have bathed and cleansed herself; even from a distance, I could faintly smell her fresh body fragrance.

She was changing her clothes, sitting on a round stool with a backrest. Her pink legs were clad in stockings, and her long skirt hung on the clothes rack beside her, not yet put on. The light yellow silk top she wore had a few buttons undone at the chest, unable to conceal the glistening flesh exposed. Her snow-white breasts and black bra seemed to exude a silent provocation.

Without a word, I quietly walked behind Yueying. From this angle, the straps of her bra were incredibly thin, almost invisible, and her flawless breasts, lifted by the cups, accentuated her alluring, deep cleavage. The thin black fabric contrasted beautifully with her fair, delicate skin, further highlighting the intense allure of her breasts. As if sensing my gaze, her

bean-sized, bright red nipples quickly became engorged and stood erect shyly. When I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, Yueying turned away, pulling away from my touch, refusing to let my indecent gaze continue.

"Don't do this, you shouldn't touch me anymore."

"Why? Since you're willing to come out and plead for me, do you want to keep deceiving yourself?"

The barrier had been destroyed by Mao Yan'an, so there was nothing to worry about. I murmured, but my eyes involuntarily drifted to Yueying's legs, which were exposed as she turned away.

Wearing a pair of black stockings, Yueying's two beautiful legs were bent in a sexy pose; the high-waisted, belt-like black panties, paired with the stockings of the same color, made her full and firm buttocks appear even more high and elastic.

The faint sunlight slanted through the window gauze, and Yueying's skin, after bathing, had a layer of gorgeous pinkish-red hue. Her fair and tender thighs, paired with the alluring black stockings, created a scene so beautiful that it was like a painting, and I, as the scenery in the painting, was deeply intoxicated.

"I'm a married woman now. Although... my husband is a bit special, he's always taken good care of me. I can't keep betraying him like this."

Her voice was calm, but her words contained a deep sense of self-pity and sorrow. Imagining Yueying's life over the years made my heart ache terribly.

"Sister, my desire for your happiness is more sincere and intense than anyone else's. If I could, I would like to be a man and openly take you back, but I can't do that now, and you don't like that either. So I can only use this method to change the current situation..."

I said softly, placing my hand on Yueying's snowy shoulder again. This time she didn't resist, letting me caress her shoulder and gently stroke her delicate neck.

"Do you... really like me? Is it true?"

"Of course I do, sister. Why do you ask that? It makes me sad."

Yueying had heard men's words of love countless times. I could only pray that these old and stale words still had an effect. To amplify the effect of my words, I launched a surprise attack, scooping Yueying up in my arms and, amidst her gasps, shoving her onto a chair so she sat on my lap, leaning her body against me.

"You...you did this again..."

"Sister, believe me, I'll treat you well and make you forget the past."

As I spoke, I kneaded Yueying's round, pert buttocks through her sexy black lace panties, once again taking advantage of her sensitive and sensual body. In just a few moments, Yueying began to pant softly.

"Little brother, do you know? I'm not as good as you think..."

As if finally making a decision, Yueying suddenly twisted her hips and turned around, pressing her fragrant body against my chest, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, burying her head in my neck, and whispered, "In the past... in the Golden Flower Federation, a lot happened. I'm not the good sister, the good woman you remember. I... I've always been afraid, afraid that one day... I'll..."

Warm water droplets dripped onto my neck, sliding down and wetting the clothes on my shoulders; a soft sob, I knew Yueying was crying on my shoulder. At that moment, I remembered Phoenix's provocation last time, and I felt very uncomfortable. However, thinking back to the first time I possessed Yueying, her clumsy reactions and movements in bed, I absolutely did not believe that the saintly woman in my mind would have any dirty flaws. It was all just her making a fuss. Therefore, I just comforted her gently.

"Sister, don't worry. No matter what happened in the past, let's forget it together. Those things won't affect our future. Don't be sad anymore, okay?"

Although it was said vaguely, I think this was exactly the assurance Yueying wanted to hear. After a while, the sobbing slowly stopped. She reached out and wiped away her tears, and said softly, "Little brother, can you promise your sister something?"

"What is it?"

"Sister is willing to give herself to you, willingly have an affair with you, and be your secret lover. But no matter what, I will not divorce Ryan. The appearance of this marriage is very important to Alibuda. I hope you..."

"Sister, this is too unfair to you..."

"This is sister's only request. Maybe one day in the future, you will look down on me and despise me. At that time, we will quietly separate. No one will know, and no one else will be hurt."

I instinctively felt disgusted by this request, but it was indeed the most realistic agreement. At least for now, if my affair with Yueying were exposed and turned into a major scandal, Ryan would definitely kill me to cover it up. Besides, Yueying needs time to overcome her inner demons. As long as I agree to her request and make the relationship as close to reality as possible, I won't be afraid of her flying to the sky later.

"Can I promise you, sister?"

"Yes, I promise you."

It felt like I had fulfilled a contract, and I felt relieved, but I didn't know what to say. However, Yueying was indeed a very considerate older sister. After I obediently agreed, she gave me corresponding encouragement. Her

tender and smooth tongue gently licked my neck, and when I let out a muffled groan of pleasure, a long, slender jade leg, like a nimble and writhing serpent, rubbed back and forth on my calf.

Holding a fragrant, soft body in my arms, and being teased by her so provocatively, I couldn't find a reason not to act immediately. With a roar, amidst Yueying's charming laughter, I grabbed her raised thigh, my glans pressing against the entrance of her tender pink jade gate...

Spending a warm night in the boudoir was one of life's greatest pleasures. Yueying and I whispered sweet nothings and entwined our bodies in the tent, an indescribable tenderness and love, an unparalleled bliss, until late that night when I had to quietly leave.

I didn't see Ryan when I left, presumably he was still busy with national affairs. Besides, I wondered if he had given special instructions, because there wasn't a single guard on the floor where his and his wife's bedroom was located, which spared me the risk of my affair with Sister Yueying being exposed.

"Ouch!" Damn it, reducing the number of guards is good, but why isn't a single light on in the entire corridor? It's pitch black, making me trip and fall while walking.

The pitch-black environment, where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, made me curse inwardly, ruining my rare good mood. But Ryan seemed to have gone a bit too far; there wasn't a single person on the entire floor. It seemed the guards on the lower two floors had been cleared out. Did he really trust me this much after finding out I was also

gay?! Muttering to myself, I reached the second-floor stairwell and was about to feel for the handrail again when suddenly a hideous, blue-faced ghostly face appeared before me, floating back and forth in the dark void, seemingly surrounded by eerie green flames, like a demon from hell.

"Whoa… ah!"

I gasped, my body trembling violently. My first reaction was to throw a punch, but it felt like I'd struck something incredibly flexible yet extremely cold. My whole body shuddered violently, and then I collapsed limply to the ground.

(It's a magic barrier from the Dark Arts... Ishtar's scoundrel must be here as an assassin. Ryan and Hui Xiuchu are nowhere to be found. Only Yueying and I are left... Oh no!)

Just as I was inwardly groaning, the person hidden in the darkness exclaimed, lifting the demon mask to reveal a beautiful, ethereal face. Who else could it be but my own fox spirit, Ah Xue?

"Master, are you alright? I was so worried about you! I thought you..."

Ah Xue's anxious inquiry revealed her distress. I felt like I was in a dream, completely confused about what had happened. Was this woman beside me a magical disguise or the real one? It wasn't until Ah Xue helped me up, and my arm accidentally brushed against her chest, that I realized it was all real.

Even through the thick black robe, the feeling of her large, round H-cup breasts against my skin, the sheer volume, was something Yueying could never satisfy. Based on that, I was certain she was the real Ah Xue.

Then Mao Yan'an appeared. He was wearing a small iron pot on his head, and his chest and back were padded with thick iron plates—fully equipped, as if he were afraid of being hacked to death.

"After I chased them out, I thought you'd be thrown out like me soon, but after waiting for ages and not seeing you, I had to go back to the Earl's mansion first. I figured that with your resourcefulness and the touching story I provided, Ryan shouldn't have laid a hand on you. But when Xue saw me return with a bruised and swollen face, after asking what happened, she ignored my assurances of your safety and dragged me here to rescue people..."

Thanks to Mao Yan'an's report, Ah Xue, who hadn't stepped out of the Duke's mansion since arriving in Sara, finally left her confinement and came with Uncle. However, she hadn't forgotten my instructions; even when she went out, she wore a mask to conceal her true face.

A low growl came from the darkness, and I realized that even Violet, the leopard, had arrived. The three of them and the beast together seemed like a resurrected adventure team from their time in the Southern Barbarians, only this time not in a primeval forest, but in an inn that resembled a foreign territory.

"How did you get in?"

"Heaven knows. I was just following behind Xue, leading the way. When we slipped in through the side door, I don't know how she did it, but somehow she managed to knock down the outer guards. There are fewer guards inside the inn, and if we encountered any troublesome guys, Xue would take care of them. On the way down from here, at least a hundred of them were lying on the ground. That's how we got here."

This was quite a commotion. Luckily, they didn't run into Ryan, Hui Xiuchu, or any skilled agents from the Golden Flower Federation's intelligence agencies. Otherwise, with Xue's brute strength, they would have been killed. Mao Yan'an didn't even need Ryan to invite him to apologize and drink the first cup of wine; he was going straight to meet the King of Hell.

"We can't stay here any longer, lest someone see us and cause even more trouble... Hey, Ah Xue, can you hold me a little tighter? I can't breathe..."

I don't know what's wrong with me today, but someone keeps holding me and crying. However, seeing Ah Xue holding me and crying so hard, with tears streaming down her face, actually warms my heart.

"Master... Waaah... I thought you were already... Waaah..."

"Do you know where this is? Don't just wander around thinking you're so strong. It would break my heart if you hurt your delicate skin."

"I was really worried about you, Master. I heard you were in trouble, I... Waaah..."

"Okay, sweetie, I'm perfectly fine here. You're so obedient and so concerned about your master. I'll thank you properly."

I whispered in Ah Xue's ear, a wicked smile on my face. My hand touched her large, firm breasts, and I laughed, "Ready? I'll thank you very much tonight."

In the darkness, Ah Xue blushed and didn't say anything, but just nodded her head twice as hard.

◆ Chapter Four: Witchcraft and Evil Arts

"Sigh, Sara has been having a really tough time lately. A bunch of things just popped up out of nowhere, it's like fires are raging everywhere!"

"Bullshit! You're involved in all of this, you old geezer, trying to walk away from it all?"

"I don't think I have any reason to be blamed like this by the mastermind. Besides, he's enjoying his soup while I'm getting beaten up like a panda."

"What does it matter? Anyway, Master Oren always wears sunglasses, you're getting off easy."

Sara City has indeed been quite turbulent these past few days. The Ishtar people insisted on the promise of "catching the murderer within seven days," and Leng Linglan used new evidence from the serial rape and murder case to deflect the question. As a result, one side was speechless, and the case stalled. Both sides suffered in silence, so behind-the-scenes maneuvering was inevitable.

Driven by a desire for revenge and to vent their anger, the group of Ishtar sorcerers practicing dark magic continued their clandestine abductions of women. However, this time Leng Linglan was on guard, and the Ishtar people fell into an ambush. A fierce battle reportedly ensued, with Leng Linglan killing several dark magic masters and suffering a heavy loss.

Afterwards, the Ishtar people pretended to know nothing and secretly restrained the delegation's behavior. Leng Linglan treated them as unidentified bandits, announcing the case solved to the public. However, anyone with discerning eyes could see that the tension between the two beauties only intensified with each encounter.

As for the talks, which had been hoped to make progress with the arrival of the Ishtar representatives, they were now completely deadlocked, becoming a stage for power struggles among several powerful nations.

Even a blind man could see the danger posed by the Black Dragon Society, but people are always relaxed until it directly affects them. Although no one wanted the Black Dragon Society to rise and dominate them, it would be disastrous if they were to defeat the Black Dragon Society and someone else were to dominate them instead.

From the perspective of the collective interests of the nations of the land, forming an alliance is necessary, but...

"To ensure that peace on the land can be maintained in the long term, relying solely on one-way short-term contracts between nations is not very effective. An alliance composed of united nations has a stronger binding force. However... it would be good if the Ishtar people could also understand this."

Ryan and Yueying privately hosted a banquet for Mao Yan'an to apologize, and I naturally accompanied them. When discussing the progress of the meeting, Ryan, as the Grand President, had particularly deep feelings.

"It's true that some people believe struggle is the driving force of biological progress, that every war propels civilization forward. But I don't agree. If we put aside struggle and work together to advance civilization, I believe we can achieve even greater progress. Therefore, my lifelong political philosophy is to eliminate war on earth, maintain peace between nations, and allow the people of this land to live in peace and prosperity."

"Idealistic thinking is certainly possible, but isn't it a bit too idealistic?" I said. "Struggle is fundamentally part of the biological nature. How can you eradicate it?"

If His Majesty the King saw me directly confronting a head of state, especially the President of the Golden Flower Federation, he would surely be terrified. However, Ryan, who was already accustomed to discussing ideas with scholars and celebrities on an equal footing, answered calmly, without anger or impatience. From this perspective... perhaps working under a wise ruler is truly a blessing.

"Many people have asked me the same question, but John, have you ever considered what the end result of a civilization that progresses through struggle is?"

I was immediately speechless. After all, I'm not a philosopher; how could I have thought about such a ridiculous thing? However, being a soldier, I was constantly exposed to the idea that "war can advance civilization," which had become an established notion.

"Not every instinct is good. For example... self-destruction is also one of the instincts of living beings. The purpose of every living being's struggle to survive is to die in the end. So, should we follow this instinct and end our lives from birth? I don't think so."

Ryan spoke eloquently. In private, he was a very charming man, possessing not only the intellect of a political leader but also the wisdom of an artist and the erudition of a philosopher. Although his sexual preferences were unusual, this actually allowed me to view him more objectively.

Gay men wouldn't steal women from me, but a handsome man who excels in every aspect would. So, I initially had no liking for Fang Qingshu. But upon reflection, Fang Qingshu and Ryan were quite similar in many ways. Could it be... that guy's gentlemanly behavior towards women was proof that he was gay?

The more I thought about it, the more disgusted I became. I shook my head, missing a few sentences of discussion between Mao Yan'an and Ryan.

"...For living things to survive, this is how we resist our nature. Only by resisting struggle and destruction can the people of this land survive for a long time and have a better future. This is naturally incredibly difficult, but if I don't try, it will never be possible."

"The President's words are truly invaluable."

Mao Yan'an raised his glass and toasted Ryan. The two seemed to get along very well. Ryan had been trying to persuade him to return as a national policy advisor, but Mao Yan'an had declined, saying he was too free-spirited and unaccustomed to official life.

Leaving aside official business, two recent rumors have been causing a stir in Sara, becoming the most talked-about gossip topics.

The first one is the currently most talked-about "Shadow Beauty," who always appears on the streets late at night, ethereal and dreamlike, with a pure and beautiful celestial appearance, like a white night-blooming cereus blooming quietly under the moonlight, fading before dawn. No one knows who she is, where she comes from, or where she is going.

Fueled by rumors, people started staying up at night, lingering on the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of her beauty, or even just a kiss. A bunch of people staying up all night naturally creates security problems, forcing Leng Linglan to send out patrols. Before Yueying and I officially became a couple, I, full of hope, even volunteered to lead patrols for two nights, but unfortunately, I didn't encounter a single ghost.

The second rumor, unfortunately, also involves me. That night, after the Moon Cherry Blossoms drank, a passionate and sensual dance captivated everyone. Although her identity wasn't revealed, those who witnessed it that night couldn't forget it, treating it as a rare and extraordinary encounter, spreading the story far and wide. Among them were some powerful and wealthy individuals who even offered a hefty reward. There were also rumors of a useless rich young master who, in the chaos, was pushed aside by the crowd and failed to reach the stage. He went home lovesick, constantly declaring his intention to marry the mysterious beauty as a concubine.

The rumors, fueled by word of mouth, spread like wildfire, creating the impression that two mysterious beauties had appeared in Sara City: one as pure as a lily, holy and elegant; the other as radiant as a rose, sexy and alluring, each with their own unique charm.

Knowing the truth, I secretly chuckled. After a tryst with Yueying, we talked about this incident, and I chuckled in her ear, "Sister, if I hadn't been there that day, I would have been just like those idiots, guessing you were the one who ran out in the night... Only I knew you were such a charming and seductive woman."

As for the third rumor, it seemed unrelated to me on the surface, but thankfully it remained just a rumor. Otherwise, if the attack on the inn where the President and President's wife of the Golden Flower Federation were staying were to become public knowledge, I don't know how I would have managed to handle it.

That day, Xue and Mao Yan'an barged in, knocking out over a hundred people. The matter was too big to hide, and of course, it caused a commotion. Fortunately, Ryan explained to Leng Linglan that it was a drill, and publicly denied everything that had happened, so the matter remained a rumor. Otherwise, it would have become another conspiracy, and I, the security chief who had been embezzling, would have been in trouble.

It's still unbelievable when you think about it. Although most of the hundred-plus people were servants and maids, there were still quite a few armed guards with excellent skills. Even if an army were to break in, those with weaker strength wouldn't be able to get in. Ah Xue, with her superhuman strength and Violet's help, could have fought her way in with a bloody battle, which, while lucky, wouldn't be surprising.

However, Ah Xue's infiltration was like a night breeze. When the hundred-plus people were questioned afterward, none of them had seen her. They only felt a sudden chill and lost consciousness, waking up still feeling confused.

Several very brief battles occurred, damaging some things, but Ryan didn't tell me the details. Judging from his expression, there were some things he couldn't or didn't want to say, and he clearly couldn't understand how Mao Yan'an had managed to infiltrate like that.

To conceal Ah Xue's existence, Mao Yan'an claimed it was the result of using some illusionary props and secret treasures. This scoundrel's lying skills far surpass mine, and besides, knowing he was lying, Ryan couldn't very well expose this "Master Mao" to his face.

Actually, not only Ryan, but even I was bewildered. Could it be that without my knowledge, the charming little fox girl at home had made significant progress and become a formidable expert? This didn't seem so unbelievable, yet it was undeniably strange.

However, it really is true that fortune can change in an instant. Living such a blissful life, I hadn't anticipated that the answer would automatically appear before me before I could even question Ah Xue myself.

Because Ryan's hospitality was lavish, both the uncle and I drank a few extra cups and became somewhat tipsy. Of course, Yue Ying didn't touch a drop of alcohol from beginning to end; Ryan seemed to know about her chronic inability to drink.

On the way back, though not quite drunk, my steps were unsteady. As we walked along the empty road in front of the Earl's mansion, a sudden ache shot through my head, a kind of trembling sensation that made me involuntarily tense. A strange feeling… a bit like the ominous premonition before a surprise attack on the battlefield.

"Nephew, do you usually enjoy making friends?"

"Hey, what's the point of having so many friends? If you make so many friends for no reason, you might get betrayed from the beginning of the year to the end."

I shook my head, cooling my head. Suddenly, I noticed a faint blue light emanating from Mao Yan'an's breast pocket. I was surprised to see that he had taken out a round crystal, about the size of a palm, very thin on the side, flickering like a firefly, a dark, eerie light with a bluish tinge, strangely beautiful and captivatingly alluring.

The azure light seemed familiar. I suddenly remembered that this was the very thing Mao Yan'an had dug out from the abandoned dwarf mine during the Misty Valley incident. I had asked him about it a few times then, but he had given me vague answers,

and I had forgotten to ask again afterward because I was too busy. At that moment, under the flickering azure light, the quiet, dark alley ahead suddenly underwent a strange change. The previously empty, pitch-black void seemed to ripple on the surface of water. Although the ripples were fleeting, I could clearly see something moving in the void.

(The stealth magic of dark magic...)

This thought flashed through my mind, and I heard Mao Yan'an say, "Hey, nephew, are they your friends?"

"Hmph, do I look like the kind of person who would make friends like that?"

It seems I underestimated my own worth. The last chance encounter allowed me to escape, but this time the Ishtar people actually ambushed me to kill me. In such a dangerous situation, without any expert by my side, it seemed like a near-death experience. Fortunately, Uncle Mao exposed their plan first, giving them their only chance to escape before they could react.

"Hey, Uncle..." I had barely

uttered the command when my neck suddenly tightened, as if an invisible, thick rope had snagged it. A sharp pain shot through my neck, and before I could even utter a word, I was pulled off the ground and flung away at high speed.

This invisible, transparent rope felt icy cold, as if it possessed an evil life force. It writhed back and forth, like a serpent, tightly coiled around my neck. The Blood Nightmare Chronicles recorded that this "Void Serpent Technique" was a mid-to-high level of black magic. The caster could kill from a distance of several feet, killing from mid-air. Compared to the high-destructive power of black fire or vengeful spirit curses, this spell was more suitable for assassination, especially when one did not want to be recognized as a black magic user.

There were three ways to break it. First, I could use more powerful magic to break the curse, such as holy purification or deliverance; second, I could simply kill the caster, and the cursed snake would naturally disappear.

Neither of these methods was feasible for me, because I neither knew holy magic, nor did I know where the caster was, nor was I powerful enough to directly use black magic to curse them back if I couldn't find them. Therefore, the only option I could take was to use a weapon imbued with holy power to attack the cursed snake.

The short sword Hyakkimaru, hidden in my sleeve, was one of the ten divine weapons of the earth, originally a treasure from the Cihang Jingdian Palace. Blessed with multiple holy incantations, a single swing would be enough to slay the cursed snake—the ideal tactic.

Unfortunately, these were merely thoughts that flashed through my mind in my dying moments. Perhaps because of my narrow escape last time, the Ishtar people completely regarded me as a master of the same level as Leng Linglan. There was more than one cursed snake wrapped around my body. While my neck was being tightly strangled, cursed snakes also silently and swiftly wrapped around my hands and feet, leaving me no time to resist.

Everything happened so fast. I flew out as if riding on clouds, my throat cracking as if every breath of air was being squeezed out. My eardrums were buzzing, my vision went black, and I felt my life rapidly slipping away. My grandfather, who had been dead for many years, seemed to be smiling and waving at me, while Mao Yan'an's shouts seemed to come from a very, very far place…

“Ah? What did you say, my dear nephew? You want me to avenge you and offer incense every year? No problem, your uncle promises.”

Promise you, that's not what I wanted to say…

“Roar~~~!” Just as I was about to lose consciousness, a deafening roar of a leopard, accompanied by an invisible, intimidating force, shook towards me, producing an effect similar to the sacred “Lion's Roar” spell, causing the cursed snakes tightly binding me to loosen their grip.

Breathing in the fresh air, my spirits suddenly lifted, and I mustered all my strength, drawing my sword from my sleeve and slashing. A flash of crimson light, and all the cursed snakes were severed in mid-air, shattering and disappearing. I fell to the ground.

In a split second, I only saw the gates of the noble mansion open, with Violet standing proudly at the entrance like a guardian beast. A strange black light, like liquid, rapidly spread along the ground, extending outwards from the mansion. It moved so fast that it covered an area of ten feet in the blink of an eye, then vanished instantly.

Although it was short, I did see that as the strange, liquid-like black light spread along the ground, some creeping weeds withered and died the moment they were touched. When the black light disappeared, those plants all rotted and decayed, turning into a pile of inconspicuous rotten stuff.

(It was a corruption spell...)

The timing was perfect. As the black light disappeared, I landed on the ground. Apart from the ligature mark on my neck that made me cry with every breath, I had no other wounds. But before that, I clearly heard muffled groans coming from several directions not far away.

Corruption is a fundamental element of dark magic, easily cast by any apprentice. Within a certain range, any living creature in contact with the ground will be harmed. However, the destructive power of Corruption is limited, and it can only cause pain, not injury, to animals. It's typically used in fields to weed and control pests, greatly aiding agriculture. No wizard would use it to attack an opponent.

Yet, to cast a Corruption spell spanning ten feet in the blink of an eye, with complete control, requires a level of magical skill absolutely beyond the reach of anyone below the fifth level. Although it lacks substantial lethality, a direct hit would cause pain akin to immersing one's feet in corrosive acid.

"Hmph!" "Ah!" "Hmm!" "Ouch!"

A series of muffled groans rang out as four or five ghostly, dark figures staggered backward like ripples in the air. Judging from their disheveled appearance, some might have even lost their footing and fallen to the ground. These wizards, sent to attack me, were naturally quite skilled. Judging from their ability to conceal themselves in the void, they were indeed experts. But they never dreamed that they would be forced to reveal themselves by this prank-like, rudimentary trick.

Finding the extraordinary in the ordinary—this was the technique of a master, and also a serious warning. If what had just been used was not a rudimentary corruption spell, but a high-level "Black Moon Eclipse," the consequences would not have been as simple as making a fool of themselves. Just this one move alone must have changed the expressions of these wizards.

"Very well, I only knew the Farrell family had declined with each generation, losing all their ancestral prestige. I never imagined the noble mansion harbored such hidden talents, even a great wizard like this."

A beautiful and alluring slender figure appeared eerily in the darkness. Her entire body was shrouded in a cloak woven from a special material. Although the moonlight shone on her, no shadow was cast on the ground, and her figure was so faint that it was almost invisible. Without sharp eyesight, one would not even notice that there was anyone there. As

soon as she appeared, the other wizards vanished like the receding tide, revealing her identity. Even a fool could see that Narcissa, dissatisfied with her subordinates' defeat, had personally come to the rescue.

Those who practiced dark magic were all ruthless individuals who sought personal gain at the expense of others, never doing anything without benefit. Just look at that female demon, Phoenix, as the best example. Who was Narcissa? Would she really come out to fight someone simply because her subordinates had made a fool of themselves?

I thought about it for a moment and understood the reasoning. Currently, outside of Ishtar, the wizards employed by various countries are at most at the fifth level of cultivation. This is because Ishtar practically monopolizes high-level black magic spells above the sixth level. Unless one is exceptionally gifted, they can't progress beyond the fifth level. Moreover, I've heard a rumor that to ensure their advantage in black magic, Ishtar will try to recruit any wizards with outstanding talent from outside, and if that fails, they will be assassinated immediately.

The only one in the Duke's mansion who can use black magic, in my opinion, is Xue. In other words, Xue's performance has already attracted Narcissus's attention. So, what would be the consequences of two powerful wizards fighting?

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt, especially since I was caught in the middle. If I were to be affected…

Thinking of this, I endured the excruciating pain in my throat and limbs and ran towards the Duke's mansion gate.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Narcissus wasn't joking. Without any apparent movement, several dark clouds the size of human heads shot towards me. These aggregates, whether corpse poison or demonic energy, would instantly rot a body into a mass of pus and blood if they hit me.

I fled as fast as I could, but those dark energy clouds seemed to have eyes, constantly changing direction as they followed me. Just when it seemed I couldn't escape, a sudden tremor shook the ground beneath my feet. With a deafening roar, a massive wall, five feet long, two feet wide, and one foot high, rose from the ground, blocking my path. "Pop! Pop! Pop!" Several sounds echoed as it blocked all the dark energy clouds.

(Well done...wait, what did Ah Xue do?)

I turned around and was shocked by what I glimpsed. This thick wall wasn't made of bricks, but of stark white bones—countless skeletons, intertwined and piled together, forming this sinister and terrifying wall of white bones. And this wall wasn't simply made of bones; powerful magic combined with the skeletons easily blocked the dark energy clouds that could corrode metal.

"Wall of Bones? Where did you learn that?"

Narcissus's voice was filled with anger and confusion, because the "Wall of Bones" was a spell exclusively possessed by Ishtar, impossible for outsiders to learn. Now it was being used to block her attacks. If there wasn't a traitor in Ishtar, then Ishtar's spells had been leaked.

Of course, this witch never dreamed that Blood Nightmare had written down all his life's research in his personal notebook, which contained many advanced spells that should have been Ishtar's secrets. Given his selfish personality, there might even be some spells that even the people of Ishtar didn't know about, and now they had all been transferred to Ashe.

"Who are you? Why don't you dare show yourself? I want to see who you are."

You woman... if you want to see, then go into the Duke's mansion! You talk big, but you're attacking me instead. What kind of behavior is that?

In the brief period that followed, I truly escaped death. Narcissus unleashed a barrage of dark magic, from incantations and curses to hellfire, soul-stealing spells, and even summoning a monstrous owl of the night. The most dangerous moment came when six withered heads, their bloodshot, resentful eyes wide open and their sharp white teeth clenched tightly, lunged at me. But I was bewitched by Narcissus's spell, mistaking that for the gates of the noble mansion, and ran over there gleefully.

If Violet hadn't rushed out in time, biting my thigh and dragging me back, I might have been foolishly torn apart by those six dead heads, devoured until only a pile of bones remained.

Throughout the entire battle, Ah Xue remained hidden within the Duke's mansion, engaging in the expected long-range combat between mages. Although she skillfully deflected Narcissus's attacks, it was clear to everyone that she was at a disadvantage. If it weren't for the assistance of Violet's flames and lightning, she might have already been defeated, not to mention that Narcissus was clearly not going all out.

However, the fact that she could contend with Ishtar's top witch in dark magic to this extent was enough to surprise and enrage Narcissus. Especially when I finally stumbled into the Duke's mansion, Narcissus's cold laughter perfectly represented the rage within her.

In the end, Narcissus returned empty-handed, choosing to abandon the battle.

There were two reasons for giving up: First, like all old-fashioned dramas, after a period of delay, remembering that he wasn't some idle Mao Yan'an, he timely mobilized his troops and brought reinforcements; second, in the brief moment I rushed through the door, I did see hundreds of ghostly figures, appearing and disappearing alongside the eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps, their ghostly aura chilling, swirling and howling around the Duke's mansion.

The sheer scale of the spectacle forced even the powerful Narcissus to be wary. Unwilling to escalate the situation, she had no choice but to leave with her subordinates.

Having narrowly escaped death, besides cursing Ishtar's vile and treacherous nature, I also felt a sliver of joy. This contest had definitively proven that Ah Xue was no longer a foolish fox spirit who could only fight with brute force, but a dark mage whom no expert could underestimate.

Although this matter was serious, it was still the kind of issue that had to be covered up and wouldn't be publicly acknowledged. After all, we lacked concrete evidence, and Narcissus wouldn't be foolish enough to admit to any conspiracy.

However, the way things have escalated serves as a mockery and warning to the people of Ishtar, preventing them from becoming emboldened and pushing their luck.

Based on this, I do need to take some self-protective measures. Moreover, from now on, I expect things will escalate rapidly, and things won't end well. Narcissus has noticed Axue's existence. Although she doesn't yet know who the dark magic expert in Farrell's mansion is, given his existence, Ishtar has no reason to ignore him.

Even someone as oblivious as me can easily imagine the immense danger that would jeopardize Ishtar if Alibuda obtained Ishtar's dark magic technology and developed a magical army. Furthermore, Alibuda has always been friendly with the Golden Flower Federation. If His Majesty the King, in an effort to appease the Golden Flower Alliance, were to transfer the acquired dark magic technology to the Cihang Jingdian Palace, Ishtar would certainly be in deep trouble.

"Hmm... the more I think about it, the more troublesome it seems. This is really going to be difficult."

Despite my thoughts, I didn't pay much attention to it, because at this moment, only one thing occupied my mind: how to help my pretty female apprentice, who had just used black magic, deal with the inevitable aftereffects she would face.

◆ Chapter Five: Deceit and Treachery

"Wow! General Farrell, how did you get so badly injured? It's not wartime, how did you get hurt like this?"

"Although it's not wartime, there are still enemies living in Sara City. Yesterday, on my way back, suddenly more than a hundred people rushed out from the dark alleys..."

"More than a hundred?"

"Yes, I fought more than a hundred by myself. Although I'm confident in my martial arts skills and kind heart, the Archmage is not someone to be trifled with. In the end, I ended up like this."

"Did I hear you right? You just said... Archmage?"

"What? Did I say Archmage? No, how could I say that? You must have misheard."

The not-so-clever hint, combined with my badly injured appearance covered in bandages and the red paint on the bandages, quickly spread the news of my attack by thugs last night throughout the venue. Although I sat quietly in my seat after arriving at the venue and did not speak to anyone, the representatives of dozens of participating nations were all whispering amongst themselves, their criticism naturally directed at Ishtar.

Publicly, I stated that I had only been attacked by thugs and was not involved in any conspiracy; I hadn't uttered a single word about Ishtar, and no one condemned her actions. However, the feeling of being the center of attention and the focus of everyone's gaze must have been unpleasant.

Ryan, who chaired the meeting, first expressed his condolences, then continued the negotiations that had stalled in the previous days.

The group of envoys included representatives from dozens of nations, races, and tribes across the land, but only five nations truly had the power to influence the meeting's direction: the Golden Flower Federation, Ishtar, Alibuda, Solancia, and Rosetta.

The Golden Flower Federation and our country are both human nations, with similar cultures, ideologies, and religious beliefs influenced by the Cihang Jingdian. In international affairs, they have long acted like an elder brother and younger brother, sharing the same stance.

Ishtar, this desert nation, though also a human country, has a religion and culture that run counter to ours. They dislike each other, and territorial disputes naturally turned them into mortal enemies.

Solancia, composed of various elves, possesses a proud and aloof personality, and looks down on all other races. Their religious beliefs are based on the worship of natural things and elements, a kind of fetishism. Although their gods differ from ours, they still worship the beautiful and bright aspects. Originally, there was no reason for them to ally with Ishtar. However, the principle of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" applies to all races.

Because Alibuda adopted a policy of friendship with the Golden Flower Federation to suppress Solancia, located between the two countries, these elves, after suffering repeated setbacks at the hands of humans, while maintaining a ridiculous facade of dignity, secretly sought allies. Ultimately, they formed a completely uncooperative and unethical alliance with the mutually distrustful Ishtar.

If the alliance of interests between the elves and the wizarding community was a farce, then the one who watched it all with a detached, almost detached , interest, yet was unexpectedly drawn into it, was Rosetta

, the land of the dwarves. Neither a desert like Ishtar nor a primeval forest inhabited by the southern orcs, Rosetta's terrain was composed of plateaus, overgrown with wild grasses, its climate unpredictable, and its air extremely thin. Less than two-tenths of Rosetta's population lived on that boundless expanse; the remaining eight-tenths resided in countless tunnels beneath the surface, truly cave dwellers.

The dwarves of Rosetta harbored no goodwill towards humans or elves, but neither did they harbor any particular hatred. The rugged and passionate elves looked down on the proud inhabitants of Solancia, yet they were equally wary of the cunning and deceit of humans. Perhaps, barbarians of the south could be reasoned with, provided the orcs forgot their purpose of burning, killing, and raping…

In past international diplomatic incidents, the Golden Flower Federation sided with us, Ishtar and Solancia joined forces, and Rosetta, who loved watching farces, laughed heartily as usual. After this standoff lasted for a while, the Golden Flower Federation would either win over Rosetta or reach a deal with Ishtar or Solancia to resolve the issue.

Usually, Ishtar was the more agreeable, because these people were driven by self-interest; given enough benefits, they would immediately betray their former allies. However, after being betrayed several times, the proud elves learned to soften their stance, as seen in several incidents a couple of years ago where Solancia preemptively compromised with the Golden Flower Federation, turning the tables on Ishtar. The so-called "shameful alliance without any tacit understanding or moral foundation" was not without reason.

This time was no different. As Ishtar and the Golden Flower Federation began their debate, various behind-the-scenes deals and negotiations unfolded. Since military affairs were at stake, and a single word could make or break a nation, Solancia and Rosetta were making exorbitant demands in private, regardless of the Black Dragon Society's actions; they were focused on securing their own benefits first.

Ryan couldn't readily agree. Mao Yan'an had analyzed for me that Ryan was about to step down, and the succeeding president might not approve of him. If the terms offered were too generous, he might be impeached and impeached by his successor as a political achievement.

It was estimated that for a period of time, the major powers would test each other's bottom lines in trade, seeking to maximize their gains at the conference. Until then, unless there were special changes, the conference wouldn't make any progress.

The elves of Solancia were not only arrogant but also greedy. They privately made a request: to bring back the renowned elven craftsman temporarily residing in Alibuda. The

elven craftsman, their compatriot, was none other than Zhizhi. Since Zhizhi began producing works in Sara and rose to fame, becoming a rising star among blacksmiths, her elven blood had become widely known, even reaching Solancia. The elves of Solancia had essentially found the most legitimate reason to bring back a skilled craftsman.

"If they have one more, we have one less. This matter concerns the balance of national military power; how can we agree to it so easily?" Moreover, the envoy from Solancia probably didn't expect that Leng Linglan would immediately change her attitude upon hearing their request, dismissing these proud elves and refusing to speak.

Arranging for Zhizhi to attach herself to Leng Linglan was indeed the right decision. Otherwise, a girl with no background and only talent would have long been swallowed up by the ugly power struggles.

Mao Yan'an learned this information from Ryan and then told me during the meeting. Meanwhile, Narcissa and Ryan's discussion was reaching a fever pitch.

Narcissa believed that forming an international alliance was indeed necessary, but Ryan would step down in less than six months. No one could guarantee the Golden Flower Federation's stance at that time, so the Golden Flower Federation shouldn't take the lead. Unexpectedly

, Ryan was the first to agree, saying he couldn't guarantee the political leanings of the next president, so the Golden Flower Federation shouldn't be the one to lead the alliance.

When Ryan said this, Narcissa seemed somewhat stunned, as if she couldn't understand why he was helping her so much.

However, a look of realization and regret immediately flashed in her eyes, perfectly matching the second half of Ryan's words. "...However, the Golden Flower Federation will change presidents, but the Temple of Light will not change its leader. Therefore, I advocate that the Temple of Light should lead this alliance. The Golden Flower Federation will not make decisions that contradict the Temple of Light. My visit this time is also supported by the Heart Zen Sect Leader. Once a decision is made, the Temple of Light and the Golden Flower Federation will ensure the continuation of the meeting's outcomes."

The relationship between the Golden Flower Federation and the Temple of Light is essentially two sides of the same coin. Ryan's actions were a strategic retreat, abandoning the superficial interests of the Golden Flower Federation and using the Temple of Light as a pretext to gain influence.

The Temple of Light's influence transcends international and racial boundaries. Even Solancia, which worships different gods, and the remote Rosetta, have received the Temple of Light's favor more than once in history. Revealing the name of the Temple of Light was tantamount to bearing a sacred tablet that could not be profaned. Even though Narcissus was resentful, she had to be careful with her words.

However, although she seemed to have gained an advantage in terms of consensus, this was only on the surface. Before the behind-the-scenes deals were completed, there would likely be no further progress. However, Ryan was indeed using various circumstances to gradually force his opponent into his desired position. Progress was slow, but he believed that they would reach their destination soon.

But what I didn't expect was that Narcissus would take the initiative to find fault with me at this time, as a counterattack against my side.

"The fact that you can unite all the nations on earth in a common hatred is indeed very moving, but I suspect that Alibuda is secretly plotting something unsettling."

Unsettling the Ishtar people? I must admire my own greatness, but Narcissus went on to say that since entering Sara City, they had felt something was wrong, and later they even discovered that a great wizard was hiding in Sara City. It's common knowledge that Alibuda didn't develop black magic. If this high priest wasn't from Ishtar, then the most reasonable inference is…

"We suspect that Alibuda… or some people within Alibuda, are secretly colluding with the Black Dragon Society, intending to commit nefarious acts."

This statement caused an uproar, but I alone felt a chill run down my spine, secretly groaning, guessing what Narcissa was about to say. Sure enough, when people inquired about the priest's whereabouts, Narcissa stated that Ishtar's priests had been tracking him for several days and had finally made a discovery.

"Actually, even I don't want to believe it myself, but this high priest of the Black Dragon Society is actually hiding in the prestigious Earl Farrell's mansion."

Narcissa's accusations were truly insidious and vicious, and her twisted logic almost left me speechless. Fortunately, I quickly recovered, stood up, and retorted sharply.

"If such a thing were true, why didn't you say so when you first entered Sara City? Now you're spouting nonsense, saying whatever you want. You insist on falsely accusing my family of harboring the Black Dragon Society's Grand Wizard, but why don't you say the Black Dragon King is currently washing dishes and doing housework in my house?"

Completely opposite to what Narcissus had just said, my remark caused a burst of laughter from the entire room. The particularly comical Rosetta envoy, twitching his long beard, threw his obese body off his chair amidst the laughter.

Narcissus was, after all, a foreigner; in such matters, the most important thing was to observe the attitude of one's own people. If it had been Ryan who was being accused, I might have been arrested on the spot by His Majesty the King; but since it was Narcissus, His Majesty the King displayed a rare firmness, angrily rebuking me, "There's no such thing..." especially after Ryan also expressed his support for me.

Ryan publicly stated that he believed in my and Alibuda's innocence, and even defended me, saying that I had exposed the Black Dragon Society's conspiracy, making them hate me to the bone. How could I possibly collude with them again? However, he also promised to conduct a thorough investigation into the matter.

The meeting adjourned under these circumstances. After everyone left, His Majesty the King approached Ryan, but Ryan turned back to Huchu to exchange pleasantries and walked towards me.

"Ah, President Ryan, thank you for today..."

"You're welcome. I was just stating what I had to say from my perspective."

"I hope this won't cause you any trouble." "

How could it?" Ryan smiled gently and said, "I believe you didn't collude with the Black Dragon Society. Since you have a clear conscience, and the Ishtar people have no evidence, it's purely a false accusation. How could there be any trouble? Unless you have something to hide and are really hiding a Beast Warrior in your house washing dishes and doing housework, hahaha~~"

After Ryan finished speaking, all the ministers from various countries surrounding us laughed along, and I could only manage a few dry laughs. There were too many people around, and besides, I dared not tell him that although I had not colluded with the Black Dragon Society, I did indeed have a high-ranking wizard practicing dark magic hidden in my home.

Afterwards, everyone dispersed. Ryan went to handle diplomatic affairs and rushed to the state banquet that night. He was, after all, the head of state, and I was not worthy of associating with him; it was best to speak little in public.

When the crowd had dispersed, Mao Yan'an suddenly handed me a note with strange words written on it: "A monk carries soup up a pagoda; the pagoda is slippery, the soup spills, and the soup scalds the pagoda."

I couldn't understand the strange Zen riddle, so I followed him away to a secluded place at the back.

"It seems we've gone too far." After confirming that no one was around, Mao Yan'an leaned closer and whispered, "Princess Yueying heard that you were seriously injured and was very worried. She just told you not to wander around after returning to the Duke's Mansion, and that she would come to visit you personally... Hey, isn't this a bad idea? If Yue Tang bumps into Xue Tang and the two bowls break together, then even if you bring the Black Dragon King and all five strongest warriors to wash the dishes, it won't save you."

Compared to Narcissus's accusation earlier, the uncle's words sent chills down my spine. I couldn't imagine the scene of those two expensive tonic soups colliding.

"And today you fell for that vixen's trick, causing Ryan's death..."

"What?"

I was stunned for a moment, about to ask again, when a deep, sexy voice came from behind me.

"I didn't realize General Farrell and Mr. Oren had such a good relationship, whispering in this secluded place. Could it be... that besides being loyal brothers, you two are also comrades who play dirty tricks on each other?"

Lately, I don't know what's wrong with me, I keep hearing this jarring term. Is another circle beckoning me? What's even more infuriating is that when I turned my head to look at my "good brother," he had already silently run ten feet away and disappeared in a flash.

The uncle had vanished, so of course I had no reason to linger. But when I tried to slip away, Narcissa stopped me, saying that since I could communicate with Oren privately, why did I hide from her as soon as I saw her?

"I don't think we have anything to say. We're sworn enemies. I've killed tens of thousands of your compatriots on the battlefield. What else is there to say?"

Despite my direct confrontation, Narcissa didn't seem angry at all. She smiled faintly, alluring and sexy, and said softly in her captivating voice, "Our hatred is a matter of faction affiliation, not personal grudges. As for the tens of thousands you killed… ha, trash who met such a tragic end, just pigs and dogs. Don't worry about them, and don't let these trash hinder our chance to get to know each other."

Shameless bitch, acting like nothing happened. Even if I forgot you're from Ishtar, do you think I'd forget the shameful thing you did last night, chasing me to my doorstep and almost killing me?

"Give…give what?"

I didn't want to openly confront her here, otherwise, if she suddenly attacked me, I'd die without even knowing why. So, while trying to gain some verbal advantage, I looked for an opportunity to leave. But Narcissa actually moved closer, her fragrant breath making my ear burn.

He wanted to refuse, but he was too close to Narcissa. While avoiding her gaze, he naturally glanced down and saw a breathtaking sight.

Two full breasts dominated her chest with her short, thin tank top, even pushing out the red lace trim of her close-fitting red bra, making her look incredibly alluring. A knife-shaped platinum ornament, suspended by a black cord, dangled from her pink neck, swaying in the deep cleavage, both sexy and chilling…

“We at Ishtar value heroes and great men the most. How could Alibuda possibly allow a genius like you to display your talents? If you’re willing to consider joining Ishtar, then… talk, confide in us, whatever you want to confide in, we can try it out.”

What a filthy bitch, she actually poached him here! Of course, I don't deny that I felt a little smug for a moment, because I had actually become an important person who would be noticed and poached by other countries. I felt a little smug. However, I quickly realized that if I defected and immigrated now, and actually went to Ishtar, the most likely outcome would be that I would be chopped up and fed to dogs.

"Don't give me that. My Farrell family has been loyal for three generations, a prestigious family in Alibuda. We would never be bought off by you Ishtar people."

"That day in the alley, you used magic to defend yourself against my men. Why would a descendant of the prestigious Farrell family know magic? Who is the dark mage you're hiding in your house? Why does he know Ishtar's secret spells? Don't think you can keep your mouth shut. We've already started investigating. Under our search network, there are no secrets in the world. Being exposed is only a matter of time." "

Oh? Then go ahead and investigate. It would be best if you investigated until the end of time and found nothing. If you could also find out he died far from home, that would be even better."

"Heh, you don't have much skill, but you've got a lot of guts. Do you know that with just a flick of my little finger, John Farrell will no longer exist?"

"Do as you please, but don't forget, all the dozens of nations present today know that you attempted to assassinate me yesterday. If I suddenly die, do you think Ishtar can escape responsibility?"

After a round of verbal sparring, Narcissus's alluring body still exuded a fiery charm, but her eyes, which instantly turned cold, chilled one to the bone.

"Don't be so smug. All the dozens of nations heard it today: the President of the Golden Flower Federation is your guarantor. What do you think will happen if we find the wizard behind you?"

Before Narcissus disappeared, her silvery laughter was still melodious, but to my ears, it filled me with an ominous feeling. I finally understood what the old man meant. If Ah Xue was found out, Ishtar would then accuse Alibuda… and even the Golden Flower Federation of trying to conceal their true intentions, secretly colluding with the Black Dragon Society. Even if Ryan could clear his name, a political storm would be inevitable.

But what good would knowing do? Could I go and warn Ryan to find a way to settle Ah Xue for me first, and then ask him why the Holy Maiden of the Cihang Jingdian was living in my house? If I did that, I'd be finished before he even stepped down.

"This is a headache. I don't want to let myself down, so I guess I'll have to let others down first... Oh no, it's more important to deal with the monk who brought the soup to the pagoda first..."

Ignoring my bandaged appearance and badly injured look, I rushed out of the meeting room, grabbed a horse, and galloped back to the Duke's mansion. I was frantic, afraid that if Sister Yueying saw Axue, it would cause trouble. I almost fell off the horse and was practically dragged back to the mansion gate, where I stopped in front of Yueying's carriage.

On the surface, Yueying and I had a childhood friendship, and I had recently been in charge of her security. Now that she was injured, it was only natural for her to visit. However, the true feelings beneath the surface were known only to us. Using the excuse that the Duke's mansion was under renovation, I sternly ordered the carriage to turn back to the inn, while I went to ride with the First Lady as a security guard.

"Sister, I'm not actually hurt. I'm sorry for scaring you." I hurriedly apologized in the carriage, but Yueying didn't seem worried at all, just smiled faintly.

"I already knew. You lazy brat, if you were really seriously injured, you would have been lying at home and slacking off. How come you're still so energetic, running around everywhere? These red marks on your bandages, are they rum? Or ketchup? The color is quite bright..." "

The ones inside are rum, but the ones on the outside are blood. I was rushing over and accidentally got dragged by the horse for a while, so I got some scrapes..."

Hearing me say this, Yueying exclaimed, took out a snow-white handkerchief from her bosom, and helped me wipe my wounds, removing the bloodstains. There was a hint of worry between her brows, but she was very calm, gently wiping my wounds while softly scolding me for not taking care of my body.

It's funny, really. Yueying and I have had a few intimate encounters, and she's even been willing to have a secret affair with me. Yet, her attitude towards me is often like that of an older sister to a mischievous younger brother, which makes me feel both warm and a little embarrassed.

That being said, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. When it comes to injuries, having a confidante who will worry and shed tears for you when you're hurt, showing genuine affection, is certainly every man's dream. But having another mature older sister who can be gentle and calm when you're injured, bandaging your wounds and wiping away your sweat, is another rare and precious thing.

The only regret is that I haven't had the fortune to appreciate both of these different kinds of charm yet. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to rush back from the event, lest Yueying discover that I, the adulterer, am secretly keeping another mistress in my house, leading to a dramatic scene of spilled soup and broken bowls.

"...You're already so old, yet you still act so recklessly. Things can be done slowly. Why did you rush back so hastily? If you're so naughty, which girl will marry you in the future? You'll be in for a world of trouble."

Hearing this, my heart stirred. I looked at Yueying and saw her focused, wiping my bloodstains and sweat with a handkerchief, seemingly oblivious to what she had just said.

"Sister, you'll be my wife. I don't want any other girl but you."

I laughed and somewhat forcefully hugged her, not letting Yueying break free, holding her slender waist. She tried to push me away a few times, but failed. She let me hug her, still wiping my body with her hands, and sighed softly, "Didn't we agree? I'll only be your secret lover, I won't divorce my husband, and I can't be with you."

I hadn't forgotten that agreement, but if I said I would keep it, I'd be laughing my head off. But there was no need to argue with Yueying now. I used my strength to push her down onto the soft cushion.

"Ah... I'm not done yet."

"What's there to do? Anyway, the bones aren't broken, just rinse it with water when we get back... Sister, I already told them not to go too fast."

The carriage was traveling on the main road. Outside, there was the noise of soldiers clearing the way for pedestrians and people jostling to get out of the way. If you opened the door at this time, you would definitely see a large crowd.

I chuckled softly, "It'll be quite a while before we get back to the inn. In the meantime... heh, I bet you have no idea how dangerous and exciting it is to make love in a carriage in broad daylight, surrounded by a bustling crowd."

Yueying's pretty face suddenly flushed red. She grabbed my unruly hand, stopping me from caressing her full breasts, and moved me aside, her voice soft and shy.

"You, you shouldn't do that..."

I chuckled inwardly, about to force my way in, when Yueying, her cheeks still flushed, grabbed my hand and actually reached under her skirt, lifting it up.

As the pale yellow skirt was lifted inch by inch, a pair of long, slender, snow-white legs were gradually revealed. Wearing high heels, they gave off an air of nobility, but also made my heart race. Especially after lifting her knees, the thin gauze panties covered in pale yellow lace, barely concealing her round, plump buttocks, were revealed. The golden pubic hair beneath the thin fabric was faintly visible, becoming the most stimulating focus of attention.

"Do you know, little brother, before I set off, I bathed and cleansed myself at the inn and even applied peony perfume."

Is that so? No wonder my sister smells so fragrant and intoxicating, but I always feel that the strange fragrance wafting into my nose is not the scent of peonies, but the unique fragrance of the sweet nectar flowing from a woman's vulva when she is aroused.

"I have absolutely no idea about what you just said. Aren't men strange creatures? I've never understood what's so exciting about something like that, where someone can hear you all the time?"

Yueying's cheeks flushed, and her body temperature rose sharply. The fragrance she exuded was like orchids and musk, as if she were shy to the point of being shy. But in her bright eyes, there was a bold and provocative slyness, as if she was making a reserved invitation that was both welcoming and refusing. It made my heart flutter, but I was unwilling to rashly break the wonderful atmosphere at this moment.

"I'm a very conservative, old-fashioned woman who values safety. No matter how exciting something is, I won't take the risk. But... I know something else, sister."

"What is it?"

"This carriage was specially designed for safety purposes. I heard the sound insulation is excellent, and the shock absorption seems pretty good too. Do you... want to try it?"

More potent than any aphrodisiac, Sister Yueying's bold words excited me so much that I forgot everything. Like a ravenous wolf, I pounced on her, reveling in the pleasure of unrestrained lovemaking in the bustling street, surrounded by a large number of security personnel.

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