Katarin was lying on her back on a large, soft, velvet bed. The spacious room was surrounded by golden curtains, and in front of her was a large, iron-grey door. Her tall, elegant, and slender figure was revealed without a doubt.
The Tsar was wearing a silver royal dress, which was very loose and gorgeous with many layers of folds. The hem of the dress was inlaid with countless sequins and silver ribbons. A large diamond necklace with a sunflower in the middle of the necklace hung in front of her seductive collarbone. It was incomparably gorgeous and dignified.
She had a slender neck, light-colored lips, flawless skin, slender phoenix eyes, a cold and elegant face, and finally a waterfall of beautiful black hair with an icy blue halo. Under the long dress was a calf wrapped in the ultra-thin Aurora series honey gold high-waisted silky silk stockings made by Olica's Pale Courtyard. She stepped on a pair of 8cm suede stilettos, wrapping and binding her jade-like feet in the stockings.
Katarina stared blankly at the ceiling with a huge chandelier hanging on it. Tsar panted softly and did not speak for a long time.
She felt that she was still floating in the clouds and could not come down. She only felt that her whole body was in a state of extreme relaxation. This feeling of ecstasy was really irresistible, and she could not bear to part with it.
This … this was simply impossible to refuse!
After maintaining this state for a long time, she looked at the ceiling and said, "That … Marlin Castle sent me a message. Duke Valverde invited me back to Marlin Castle to be the chief magic consultant. He promised me a lifetime of wealth and a very high salary."
"A very high salary?" A man's voice sounded in the room. He reached out and played with Tsar's shimmering silk stockings, gently feeling her cold body and delicate skin through the thin honey gold stockings. "How high is the salary?"
"The first five years of employment will be 20000 gold marks, and you can sign a lifetime contract with an annual salary of 2300 gold marks. A large amount of real estate will be given directly, and you will be a member of the Senate." Katarina's feet shrank back, but her ankle was pinched. She had to tell the truth. "These are the words of Duke Valverde."
"Then what do you think?" The man gently removed Tsar's high heels and carefully played with Katarina's stockings. "I'm telling you, I can't give you such a high annual salary."
"Don't do that, the pillow will shift!" Katarina quickly asked the man to be gentler. Tsar had a pillow under her butt, and her body was slightly arched. She looked at the man who kept taking advantage of her feet and legs, and she could not help but look away. "It's … It's already like this. We're already like this. I can't go to Marlin Castle anymore."
"If that's the case, then I'm relieved." The man smiled and did not move further. Instead, he crawled forward and turned over to lie down beside Katarina. "To be honest, I'm surprised that you would take the initiative to invite me."
This man was naturally Laing, but when he received Katarina's invitation to have dinner and a good night with her, Laing was really quite surprised. He thought to himself, Wasn't Katarina sneaking around and trying to cover it up? Why was she so proactive now? Could it be that our Tsar has really thought it through?
In fact, Laing's guess was right. Katarina had indeed thought it through.
If I knew it would be so good, so comfortable, and help me restore my kingdom, why would I refuse?
The three Kislöw Local Defense Legions had been formed, and Laing had fulfilled his promise. Although Katarina felt humiliated, once she accepted this setting, she felt incomparably comfortable.
After the previous submission and indignation, Katarina's self-esteem as the Empress rose again. She thought to herself, As the last bloodline of the Romanov Imperial Family, the Empress of Kislöw, why do I have to be so sneaky?
At the same time, Laing, who received the invitation, was also thinking about the same question. That was, as the Brittany Knight King, the famous Laing Macado, why do I have to be like a thief?
Just like that, after many trysts, the two sides finally put aside a series of prejudices, barriers, deals, and standpoints, and truly had a pure exchange of love. The two sides followed the established romantic ceremony and arranged a garden party, a candlelight dinner, a private dance concert, and finally a good night together.
The two kings also played together. Laing used the traditional Brittany instrument, the horn, Katarina used the classic Kislöw instrument, the balalaika. The Brittany Knight King and Kislöw Tsar played the famous traditional Roman (Arabian) classical song "ceddindeden" together.
The whole process was quite romantic.
Laing was fine. After all, this guy was already a little familiar with it. He had arranged it for all the women in his backyard, and he didn't feel any pressure when doing it with Katarina. It was originally a deal, and Tsar didn't have any conditions or ability to back out. He felt at ease.
So, after waking up in the morning, the two took the opportunity to do it a few more times.
Katarina was so satisfied that she couldn't even move her fingers. She was already paralyzed.
"Because … yesterday was … the right day." Katarin panted, and the Tsar couldn't help but blush when she said this. "We agreed … that you would let me have my way."
Laing glanced at the pillow under him and nodded slightly. "Can you guarantee it?"
"No, back then, didn't Ou … I mean Teresa try many times before she got pregnant?" Katarina said lazily. "The secret medicine might not always be effective, so it's best to try more. You … if you do it more, the chances will naturally be higher."
"Okay, but I'll say it first. When the time comes, you have to take off the crown." Laing held Katarina's black lace gauze gloves. "Can you agree?"
"As long as it can restore Kislöw's country, I'm willing to do anything." Katarina silently shed two lines of tears.
I'm sorry, father. This is the only thing your daughter can do for Kislöw. And … he is indeed very charming, very generous, and very strong … I can't resist at all.
Berliat's "counseling" ability is really good, Laing thought.
Tsar's bottom line was broken again and again after she broke it. Now, she had no bottom line to speak of in front of Laing. It was just that Laing was relatively more upright and didn't embarrass her too much.
"Then, you really don't want to go to Marlin Castle?" Laing asked.
"If I really don't want to go, I'll be your female court official and full-time secretary, if you don't mind." Katarina shook her head. "I've already experienced and experienced too much. I don't want to be homeless anymore."
"Alright then. Have a good rest." Laing lowered his head and gently kissed Katarina's light lips and silky feet. Then, he said that he had other things to do. The two ice guards outside immediately came in to help Laing put on his clothes. Laing waved his hand and signaled them to back off. He took a quick shower and put on his clothes. Then, he casually said goodbye and opened the door. "Let's go."
"Have a good trip." Katarina watched Laing leave. When she saw the two ice guards come over, she immediately stopped them. "Alright, I want to lie down like this. You guys can leave!"
"Yes." The ice guards immediately understood. One of them, who was older, had a face full of shame and anger. It was as if he felt ashamed that Kislöw's country had to rely on this to maintain its throne. The other one's eyes were shining, and his face was full of envy.
After coming out of Tsar's villa, Laing sniffed his body. After confirming that there was no problem, he planned to leave the Bulgari Royal Hotel.
However, Laing saw Devonshire poking his head out in the corridor of the hotel. When his youngest son saw his father, he quivered. "Dad?"
"Brat, what are you doing here?" Laing was about to reach out and smack Devonshire's butt when he suddenly realized that his son was already around 20 years old. He was a man now.
"Nothing, dad. Alisarah, she … when did she come to Fontainebleau Palace? I don't know. "Devonshire pouted." Why didn't anyone tell me? "
Clayon followed Devonshire's gaze and saw the former queen enjoying her breakfast with a waitress. She was wearing a strawberry morning milkshake and a fresh lace dress, looking like a delicate flower. Her every move was filled with nobility and elegance. At the same time, she gave off the vibe of a young girl in her prime. She was easy to manipulate.
"What do you want?" Laing looked at his youngest son from the corner of his eyes.
"Nothing. I'm just looking." Devonshire shrunk his head. His youngest son could not help but look again. "You haven't answered my question, dad. Why didn't anyone tell me that Alisarah came here?"
"Why should I tell you?" Laing reached out and pinched his son's shoulder. "She's your sister-in-law!"
"Tsk, Frey, you stinky brother! It's all because the Nur is so close! " Devonshire complained. "Although I feel that something is missing from Alisarah, she's still so beautiful. Why is Frey, stinky brother …"
"That's your brother!" Laing 'smiled' and lifted his youngest son up.
Dumplings are tasty, right?
"Aiyo!" Devonshire glanced at her again reluctantly. "We're not married!" he explained.
"You can't do that even if you're not married! Your mother, Lilith, and I don't agree to it! " Laing dragged Devonshire out of the Bulgari Hotel. Knight King snapped, "Don't even think about it. She's your sister-in-law. You don't stand a chance. Besides, don't you already have Sister Nestra and Sister Alohan?"
"That's true." Devenhill felt a lot better when he thought of the Twilight sisters that he loved dearly. He rolled his eyes and defended himself, "But Uncle Kirriman told me everything!"
"Oh? What did Uncle Kirriman say? " Laing knew how lucky Devonshire was. Not only was the little bastard doted on by all the original bodies and Emperors, but every original body would also take some time to give him one or two private online tutorials. During the lessons, Devonshire dared to ask any question. He even asked Zhuang Sen about the secrets of Caliban Fortress, the structure of the Inner Circle, and how Zhuang Sen managed the Dark Angels and all the other groups through the Inner Circle.
Zhuang Sen actually explained part of it, but asked Devonshire to swear an oath of silence.
"Uncle Kirriman said that if you meet someone you like or want, you have to boldly chase after them. It doesn't matter if it's pointy ears or not. He supports me!" Devonshire waved his fist. "And Uncle St. Giles supports me too."
"Then, have you finished Uncle Kirriman and St. Giles' lessons?" Laing continued to smile dangerously. "And His Highness Green Knight and Kalad's lessons?"
"Uh … I'm still here …" Devonshire's face turned ugly. There were more than a dozen original bodies, and all of them were giving him homework!
"Then go quickly! Otherwise, your mother will be angry. "
"Yes." Devonshire left in a hurry.
Laing watched his son leave and sighed, shaking his head.
With the arrival of May, several things happened one after another.
Lilith the Lake Fairy and Olica the Pale Queen set off for Ossouin again to prepare for the second elven civil war. They took Alissanda with them and asked Laing to wait for their good news.
Kalad and Laun received Laing's order to station the Brittany army of about thirty thousand people in the capital, Culona, and pay close attention to the Army of Chaos.
The Kurfürst of the Empire received the summons from the Empire's parliament. Four Kurfürst (Marius, Emmanuel, Hout Anderson, and Gaither) left for Brunswick.
At this time, Marlinburg had sent out a messenger with a hundred carts of gifts to the flagship of the Chaos fleet, "Green Wolf". The Marlinburg Band played the famous song "Auld Lang Syne" and then presented the gifts to the three brothers of Grote.
The emissary was polite and courteous. He first "apologized", saying that it was the Empire's people who "started the war" and caused the "comrade to panic". Marlinburg was an autonomous city, and it had nothing to do with them. But they still wanted to express their sincere apologies.
Then, it was the "apology". The messenger presented a hundred high-level talents in the talent market of Marlinburg to show respect to the honorable Khan of the North, a thousand livestock of various kinds to compensate the Noska brothers for their hard work, and a hundred carts of gold foil food to ensure that the Noska brothers would need it on their way back to their country.
Then, it was the "amendment", which meant that "the weapons and armors are stored in the warehouse and the alliance will be forever".
Grote and his brothers chuckled. The eldest brother, Otto, deliberately walked up to the gift and slashed it with his scythe. The cloth bag was cut open in an instant, and the fine wheat flour inside spilled on the sticky and rotten floor of the cabin. "This is really good stuff. I see that you people of the Empire have never been willing to give such good wheat flour to the peasants. Why are you sending it to us now?"
"This is the only way to show our sincerity. We just want to make friends with you." Looking at Otto's mutated appearance, the messenger swallowed and said hesitantly.
"Ha!" In the next second, the sickle pierced through the messenger's back and came out from his chest. "Sorry, but we don't accept it."
"You!" Before the messenger of Marlin Castle could open his mouth to curse, Gurrit swallowed him whole. The surrounding servants of Marlin Castle were shocked and took out their weapons, but how could these ordinary mercenaries be a match for a group of Nurgle's Chosen Warriors?
In a few minutes, the Marlinburg envoys were all killed, and the three brothers took all the gifts they sent.
"Send a messenger to tell the Southerners that we've accepted the gifts," the second brother Ezelak said with a sinister smile. "Let the Southerners think that we're already considering the proposal of peace talks. It won't be too late to make a move when they're close enough!"
"That's right. It won't be too late to make a move when they're close enough." Otto laughed wildly.
"Marlinburg is about to be destroyed, and this is just the beginning. We'll give Brunswick to our loving father! For Nurgle! "
"For Nurgle!"
"Same for me," Otto shouted. Gurrit shouted. In his huge stomach, a group of dying Marlin Castle mercenaries were desperately begging for help. Their bodies were quickly mutating and twisting.
Becoming a Chaos Egg was their only fate.
Just like that, the Chaos Fleet gradually approached Marlinburg, and the two Houses of Parliament in Marlinburg were still anxiously waiting for the outcome of the peace talks.
Just like that, they waited until the flag and mast with the Nurgle Sacred Emblem rose from the horizon. Then, thousands of Northka dragon boats arrived one after another.
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