In the next two weeks, the Aberdare team, who came from a self-taught background, received their first systematic training in the Mage Tower.
Especially for Imoen, who had just become a wizard, what he needed most was to supplement the basic theories and a large amount of knowledge about magic from other planes.
In addition, Zuo Si also injected the remaining power of Baal into Sancho and Imoen, allowing them to grow faster and have more room for improvement.
As the massacre against the Sons of Baal in the south officially began, the strength of the "Five Races" had slowly begun to reach the level of "quasi-gods".
This means that the chaos caused by the Son of Baal is heading towards a "War of the Gods".
This also explains why, when the battle reached its climax, the Supreme God Io sent out a Seraph to guide and monitor the entire process.
Because if there is no restriction, and these sons of Baal and Melissann are allowed to mess around, I am afraid that all the city-states and countries in the south of the entire west coast will inevitably be completely destroyed in the war of gods.
Of course, Zuo Si did not choose to let the two warriors, Aberdare and Minsk, go their own way. Instead, he tried to teach them the combat skills he had mastered and the "martial arts" from another world that he was researching.
Even though he was just a mage and rarely practiced swordsmanship and fighting skills on a daily basis, he had received systematic training and had Sorin, the ancient planeswalker, as his teacher.
So the foundation is many times higher than the former.
Even without relying on the power of the hell plane gained by being a unique form of the great devil, such as Powerful Cleave, Improved Initiative, Improved Iron Will, Improved Critical Hit, Multiple Attacks, Power Attack, Offense and Defense, Combat Reflexes, Improved Feint and other specialties, he can easily control two melee professions that are just over level ten.
As for the "martial arts" from another world, they are essentially more like automatic casting without actions or spells, but the target is limited to oneself.
After analysis by the main brain, some information collected by Xia En VII, and a lot of attempts by Zuo Si himself, part of it can now be copied.
These include [Instant Reflex], which automatically recovers the body if it loses balance during combat after being activated; [Super Perception], which strengthens perception attributes; [Ability Upgrade], which increases strength and constitution attributes; [Flow Acceleration], which increases agility attributes; [Wind Break], which increases instant movement speed; and [Light Slash], which launches four to six consecutive slashes at high speed.
In short, learning and using these "martial arts" usually requires two prerequisites.
One is to have a strong enough physical fitness, and the other is to accumulate enough magical power in the body and maintain a high degree of concentration during the activation process.
Especially the second half of the second point, which is easier said than done.
After all, close combat itself requires a high degree of mental concentration, and if you are not careful, you will die on the spot.
During this process, one or even several additional spellcasting concentrations must be maintained. Although this may only last for a short time, the danger increases exponentially.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the effects of these martial arts enhancements are not fixed, but are improved according to the percentage of the user's physical fitness.
This means that the higher the foundation, the greater the improvement will be.
At this moment, in the battle training ground of the Mage Tower, Zuo Si was holding an ordinary unsharpened long sword and fighting against Aberdare, Minsk and the succubus loli at the same time.
Since this was combat training, no one used arcane or divine magic.
Normally, in a situation like this where the majority are against the minority and the target is a mage, the side with more people should have the advantage no matter how you look at it.
But Jaheira saw just the opposite.
Relying on the sword dance he learned from the dark maiden Eilistraee, and Sorin Markov's upright offensive swordsmanship, and finally the "martial arts" that appeared from time to time, he beat the three men without any ability to fight back.
Not to mention outsiders like Aberdare and Minsk, even the succubus loli was surprised and swung out the whip in her hand to interfere several times, but was beaten back without exception.
"Damn it! Are you really a spellcaster?"
After being hit hard on the shoulder by the sword, Aberdare immediately grimaced in pain and couldn't help complaining.
After just a few minutes of fighting, he had already gained several red marks and bruises on his body.
That feeling of absolute powerlessness without any chance at all was the first time that the Son of Bhaal had encountered since his debut.
In contrast, Minsk on the side showed an indomitable spirit. No matter how many times he was knocked down, he would stand up immediately without hesitation, with concentration and seriousness in his eyes.
"Why, do you think all mages are useless people who get flustered once someone gets close to them?
No, dear Aberdare, he is just a low-level wizard who lacks the means to adapt.
For true high-level or even legendary mages, close combat has never been a problem.
Take Elminster, the most famous swordsman in Faerun, for example. His swordsmanship is enough to crush you in close combat.
Khelben can also use his famous black staff to beat many warriors to a pulp.
Not to mention that mages can use transformation magic to transform themselves into trolls, giants, werewolves, dragons, elemental creatures, iron golems and other creatures that are good at close combat.
Considering the powerful enemies you will face in the future, it is best to abandon all luck from now on and concentrate on training your combat skills.
Otherwise, no matter how lucky you are, you will suffer for it one day. "
Zuo Si warned meaningfully while fiddling with the training sword in his hand.
Aberdale frowned subconsciously and asked back: "But can't I transform into a slayer? So far, I have defeated many powerful enemies with the slayer form."
Hearing this, Zuo Si couldn't help but laugh, and while laughing he teased, "You think the Killer form is unique to you? Don't be naive!
All the sons of God who have awakened the bloodline of Baal like you will eventually gain the ability to transform into killers.
Therefore, when both you and your enemy can transform into killers, other powers will become the key to determining victory or defeat.
Most importantly, every time you transform into a slayer, you intensify the infiltration of Baal, the god of murder, into your mind, will, and soul.
Are you sure you want to become your father's puppet and resurrected sacrifice one day?
If you don't want to, then just complete your training here and master at least one or two martial arts.
This will give you some advantages over other sons of Bhaal."
"But I have no idea about the martial arts you mentioned. I can't feel that kind of power at all."
Aberdare scratched his head vigorously, with a hint of annoyance and impatience in his tone.
Rather than learning and mastering new powers, he would rather set out immediately to hunt down Erinikas who usurped his destiny.
"If you don't calm down and comprehend, you will never learn it in your lifetime.
Don't rush to seek revenge, because if your power is not strong enough, even if you find your enemy, what can you do? You will still fail, and you may even kill your teammates.
My suggestion is that before you learn martial arts, you can take your team around Athkatla and do some hired work or go on adventures in the wild.
As for Erinikas, I will help you keep an eye on his movements.
If there is any news, someone will be sent to inform you as soon as possible."
While speaking, Zuo Si swung the training sword in his hand to repel Minsk who rushed towards him for who knows how many times.
Just as he was about to end this instructive training, the succubus loli next to him seemed to realize something, and a strange light flashed in her pupils.
The next second...
The magic power she possessed reacted quickly with her body's muscles, and she instantly turned into an afterimage, flashing to the front in less than 0.01 seconds, and swung the two-handed giant sword four times at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Along with the crisp sound of metal collision and golden sparks, the little guy took two steps back on the spot and shouted excitedly: "Success! I succeeded!"
Needless to say, she just performed the two martial arts skills [Swift Wind Break] and [Four Lights Consecutive Slash] after some trial and error.
"Great! You gave me a huge surprise!"
Zuo Si was obviously very happy. He hugged Atona in his arms and kissed her forehead.
It was obviously beyond his expectation that the succubus loli could comprehend the essence of it in such a short time.
After all, after getting all the information on martial arts training, Zuo Si immediately sorted it out and taught it to the little guy in front of him, as well as the little werewolf living in the wizard tower, and the dark guard who believed in him - Selul Anji.
Using these people as experimental blueprints, he wanted to see whether the intelligent creatures on the continent of Faerun could master martial arts through learning.
But after such a long time, no one else had made any obvious progress, which made Zuo Si think that this skill was not universal.
But this moment is a living example that proves that although mastering martial arts is somewhat difficult and requires a certain amount of talent, it is not completely impossible to learn.
Moreover, when the Succubus Loli released her martial arts, she did not rely on the power to connect to other worlds when the Planeswalker's land card took effect, but relied on the local magic network in Faerun.
This means that the power of martial arts is universal and has extremely high promotion value.
"Hey! I just found the trick too."
Atona was obviously enjoying this intimate interaction very much. Her eyes and mouth corners were curved into crescent shapes. She opened her arms and hugged her owner's neck, rubbing against him like a coquettish cat. It took several minutes before she reluctantly let go.
"Um...can you tell me what the trick is?"
Aberdare asked, blushing.
As a strong man over two meters and one meter tall, being surpassed by a little girl who was only a little more than half his height obviously made him feel ashamed and embarrassed.
The succubus nodded without hesitation: "Okay! Come on, pick up the sword and let me show you in battle."
In this way, Atona succeeded Zuo Si as the training instructor of Aberdare and Minsk.
After a while, the sound of fighting could be heard again in the training ground.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jaheira, who was sitting on the sidelines, walked straight to Zuo Si and asked in a very low voice, "What do you want to gain from this turmoil of the Sons of Bhaal?"
"What do you think I want?"
Zuo Si glanced at the "widow" who exuded amazing feminine charm out of the corner of his eye.
Because she is half elven, although she is not young anymore (she has known her adoptive father Gorion and has participated in adventures together, so she is at least forty years old), time has not left any traces on her. Instead, she looks as young and beautiful as a human woman in her early twenties.
But the difference is that the baptism of time has endowed it with a mature charm that cannot be described in words.
It's like putting the soul of an old lady in her forties or fifties who knows everything into the body of a twenty-year-old, young and beautiful person.
For inexperienced and impulsive young men, the attraction can be said to be off the charts.
In addition, Aberdare lacked maternal love since childhood (he only had an adoptive father but no adoptive mother), so it is not surprising that he was deeply trapped in it.
Jaheira lowered his head in thought for a moment, and quickly responded in a slightly helpless tone: "I don't know.
But I know that with your personality you would never provide so much help for no reason.
Ever since the first time I went to Candlekeep, Gorion felt that you might be harmful to Aberdare.
But now it seems that your target is obviously not him.
I sincerely hope that we will not become enemies in the future.
Because being your enemy is too terrifying and hopeless."
"Haha, don't worry. As long as Aberdare doesn't choose to inherit the throne of blood and become the second God of Murder, we will never have any conflict of interest. Not only that, I will do my best to help, even personally at the last moment."
Zuo Si made a meaningful promise.
"So... your goal is the Blood Throne and the vacant throne left by Baal?"
Jaheira realized something instantly and looked up with an expression of disbelief and horror.
Zuo Si shrugged and corrected, "No, to be exact, there are only divine power and the priesthood of death. As for the rest, I am not interested.
I believe you don't want Gorion's adopted son to eventually become a bloodthirsty, cruel and tyrannical evil god, right?
Our positions should be consistent in this regard.
So in your next adventure, you'd better pay more attention to Aberdare's mental health and emotional problems.
Don't tell me you don't see that he treats you as more than just a friend or an elder."
Hearing this, Jaheira's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and the muscles all over his body quickly tensed up. He opened his mouth several times and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it.
For a widow whose husband had just died and who was immersed in grief, the subtext of these words was obviously too destructive.
After the brief conversation, Zuo Si returned to the palace in Port Calin through the portal, intending to deal with the backlog of government affairs.
After all, although the bureaucratic system, judicial system and supervisory system have been established, the entire West Coast Empire is still in its infancy and most bureaucrats have no experience in ruling a large empire. Therefore, many things still require him, the emperor, to make the final decision and then serve as a guide for dealing with similar situations.
When I walked into the imperial conference hall, the first thing that caught my eye was two men arguing and debating with each other.
On one side was the former Grand Master of the Knights of the Burning Heart of Amn - Witheran, and standing opposite him was the leader of the Knights of the Iron Fist formed by the Church of Bane in the Calinsshan region - Arthurmaier.
Since both parties have the power to enforce the law, but one tends to be good and the other tends to be evil, it is normal for conflicts and contradictions to arise.
What's more, this was obviously not the first time. Several important officials present, including the prime minister, were accustomed to it and had no intention of stepping forward to stop it.
The reason is simple! Apart from the opposition between good and evil, both organizations believe that maintaining order and law is necessary.
So even though they may argue, they won't actually fight. Instead, they will ultimately resolve their differences within the existing framework.
"What are you guys arguing about again?"
Zuo Si walked straight to the throne and asked a question as he sat down.
"Your Majesty, it's about law enforcement.
Just a few days ago, Captain Asemel and his dark guards arrested some bards who spread rumors that discredited the Empire, intending to execute them all for inciting riots.
But Grand Master Weatherland believes that this is part of freedom of speech and that Master Arthurmeyer has over-enforced the law and hopes that they can be acquitted.
The two sides have been arguing over the issue for two days, but neither can persuade the other to give in.
As for the cabinet's several votes, they were all fifty-fifty."
Weeks Target stood up and gave a brief account of what had happened.
This former lord of the city of Mylatma, since he voluntarily surrendered to Shane VII and made great contributions in recovering the territory of the Kingdom of Tethyr, not only was his title promoted from earl to duke, but he also held an important position in charge of managing the judicial system after the establishment of the West Coast Empire.
Of course, in exchange, he gave up the rule of Mailatma and most of the land ownership, retaining only two or three small estates.
The entire family began to develop in the direction of magic, industry and commerce.
"Rumors? What kind of rumors?"
Instead of getting angry, Zuo Si looked interested.
Prime Minister Shaud Tarovin quickly stood up and replied, “It’s about the Trade Alliance.
These damn bars were obviously bribed by forces from other countries and regions, and they kept preaching in public places such as taverns and squares that the Trade Union is an evil monopoly organization.
It is like a greedy monster that allows merchants and those in power to take away most of the profits from trade, while ordinary people can only get a little bit of the leftovers.
Most importantly, they encourage workers, peasants and ordinary citizens to unite and resist and take back their share of the benefits.
Several villages and towns along the shores of Steam Lake were incited and almost broke out into riots.
Fortunately, Captain Arthur Meier discovered it in time and quickly dispatched to arrest all the participants. "
"First, they discredit the role of the trade union and instigate class antagonism, and then incite the people to revolt? This routine sounds really familiar."
When Zuo Si heard what happened, he was not angry but laughed happily.
He never dreamed that before he even played this trick on others in Furen, someone would dare to play the same trick on him first.
You must know that with the continuous rise of its economy and comprehensive national strength, the newly established West Coast Empire can almost be said to be the country with the least internal conflicts in the entire continent of Faerun, without a doubt.
When most people can find jobs, have enough food to eat, and even have some savings, large-scale rebellion is simply impossible.
In comparison, the conflicts between other countries and city-states are extremely acute.
No matter who is the mastermind behind this incident, it is tantamount to digging his own grave.
"You can still laugh?"
Vera raised her eyebrows in confusion.
Zuo Si asked indifferently, "Why can't I laugh? Don't you realize it yet? This is because some people are afraid of our empire and the huge trade alliance built around the empire, so they want to do their best to discredit and incite in order to disrupt or even dismantle this organization.
If nothing unexpected happens, I think this matter should be related to the city-states around the Falling Star Sea where commerce and trade are very developed.
As the Chancellor of Finance, you should be most aware of how staggering the monthly import and export surplus is in the several port cities along the Dragon Coast.
We sell almost twenty times more goods than we import.
Do you know what this means in trade?
This means that we have inserted a tube into the other party's economic artery and it is sucking blood like crazy. The wealth accumulated by the other party over hundreds or even thousands of years is rapidly disappearing.
If I'm not mistaken, many countries and cities have already begun to experience deflation, with tight money supply and falling prices.
In other words, they are starting to lack liquidity in the market and are unable to maintain this huge trade deficit. "
"You mean this is all caused by economic and trade reasons?"
Weatheran, Grand Master of the Knights of the Burning Heart, opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Because he originally thought that this was just a simple judicial issue and never expected that there were such complicated reasons involved behind it.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "That's right. As law enforcers, I hope you and your fellow paladins can see the essence through phenomena, rather than just staying on the surface."
Witheran smiled bitterly and sighed, "Alas - you are really asking too much.
You have to know that the Knights of the Burning Heart have done their best just to mediate various disputes within the empire.
Moreover, I don’t think the brothers and sisters in the organization can understand such complex economic and trade knowledge.”
"Don't sigh, this is not the behavior of an indomitable paladin. In fact, there is a very simple criterion for dealing with similar problems." Zuo Si comforted with a smile.
"Oh? What is it?"
Weatherland suddenly raised his head, his face full of surprise.
After all, when the holy knights are dealing with such matters, the most difficult thing to judge is whether the bad consequences caused by the other party are due to subjective malice or are spread unconsciously.
The former and the latter are completely different in terms of legal sentencing.
“The method is simple.
It depends on whether this person is speaking the truth or deliberately distorting the facts, whether he is looking for a solution or simply expressing and inciting emotions.
If it is the former, then the person is not guilty.
Because he just saw some problems in society and proposed to correct them.
But if it is the latter, then it means that they have ulterior motives to subvert the existing order and incite riots without being held accountable by law, so as to put pressure on the government and achieve their own ulterior motives.
Remember, never give in to a rioting group.
No matter how many people are involved, as long as they start smashing, looting, burning and destroying private or public property, they can be defined as a mob and suppressed.
Otherwise, if you show any leniency, these guys will get a taste of the sweetness and become even more aggressive.
If you paladins can't do it, it's okay. I can let Athemel and his dark guards do it."
Zuo Si expressed his attitude solemnly.
Want to stage riots and demonstrations in the West Coast Empire, which practices absolute dictatorship, to force the government to make concessions? Dream on!
Long before he awakened his spark and became a planeswalker, he was disgusted by this behavior of seeking privileges under the guise of "promoting equal rights".
There is no core guiding ideology and no strong organizational and restraint capabilities.
There is only the venting of dissatisfaction and the selfishness of a few people who incite ignorant civilians to charge into battle for their own interests.
Once the ruling class throws a few bones, those leading people will immediately pounce on them like dogs and directly change their camps and positions.
Zuo Si would rather use violence to suppress the rebellion and cause bloodshed than allow such a situation to happen within his rule.
Arthur Mel of the Dark Guard undoubtedly sensed the intention of the Chosen of Bane, the Emperor of the Empire and the Great God of Tyranny, and immediately bent down and bowed, saying with a cold and cruel smile on his face: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know what to do."
“The purpose of killing and bloodshed is to serve as a deterrent and warning.
Since some people want to challenge my rule, I might as well let them see a little bit of my methods.
All those who participated in the riots were sentenced to death.
Their immediate family members, including spouses, parents, children and siblings, were all demoted to slave labor and sent to quarries or mines, with no pardon for life.
As for the hired bards, all of them had their limbs broken, their eyes and tongues gouged out, and then they were stripped naked and hung on the dock at the west gate for public display.
The most important thing is to find out which countries and city-states are involved in this matter, and which families and other forces are secretly supporting it. "
Zuo Si made his judgment on the whole matter in a tone without a trace of emotion.
The strong smell of blood in his words and his naked and undisguised tyrannical temperament were fully displayed at this moment.
Everyone present was clearly aware that although the emperor of the empire always looked smiling and harmless, and even many of his policies tended to give more benefits to the lower-class civilians.
But that is when their power and dominance are not challenged.
Anyone who dares to cross the line will be greeted by the most terrifying storm.
Hearing that countless families would be implicated, Weatherland immediately showed reluctance on his face, and he gritted his teeth and persuaded: "Your Majesty, I have no objection to you punishing those who participated in the riot. But isn't it too much to implicate immediate family members? After all, they have not committed any crime."
"No, you are wrong, Grand Master.
There are many people in this world who do not care about their own lives, so the death penalty alone cannot have a good deterrent effect.
But if they know that breaking certain taboos will implicate their families, they will think twice before doing such things.
In addition, I can tell you very clearly that the laws of the empire serve politics.
So please don't expect the judiciary to remain independent when it comes to political issues.
The last and most important point.
This is a decision, this is an order, this is the final result, I am not discussing it with you."
As the last word came out of his mouth, a faint light suddenly flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
The next second...
Grand Commander Weatherland immediately felt as if his throat was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand and he could not breathe at all.
In just a few seconds, his neck and face turned purple-red, a color that can only be seen when someone is suffocating.
Just when he felt that he was about to be suffocated to death, the invisible pressure disappeared instantly. He opened his mouth and gasped for breath, and sweat dripped down his cheeks to the ground.
Although the leader of the Knights of the Burning Heart looked extremely embarrassed at this moment, no one present laughed at him, not even his arch-enemy Arthurmel.
Everyone knew very well that if it were them, their performance would probably not be much better than Weatherland's.
Because it was not simply a suppression of aura, it also contained the tyrant's aura of supernatural power and the weak gaze unique to the great devil.
That is to say, high-level paladins have the blessing of divine grace bestowed by good gods. If it were anyone else, they would have suffocated to death or their wills would have been crushed and they would have become obedient slaves.
There is no doubt that this was the first time that Zuo Si publicly displayed his tyrannical side after becoming the emperor of the West Coast Empire.
I have to say the effect is outstanding.
In the subsequent imperial meeting, there was not even a single quarrel among all the senior bureaucrats and important officials present, and the speed and efficiency of handling various government affairs were frighteningly high.
In just about two hours, all the pending matters were resolved.
When Zuo Si stood up and walked out, everyone in the room couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if the mountain pressing on their chest had suddenly disappeared.
In order to ease the tension, Prime Minister Xiaode Tarovin took the lead in breaking the silence and said in a half-joking tone: "Everyone, don't be so serious. Having a strong and decisive emperor is not a bad thing for the empire. At least we can let go when dealing with the enemy, right?"
"That's right! We must be ruthless when dealing with those who undermine order, law and social stability.
Whoever is behind this incident will pay a heavy price for provoking the Empire."
Vera was the first to stand up and echoed.
Duke Weeks Target also nodded: “Agree.
We can first investigate the enemy's background, then make it public and question him from a moral high ground.
If the other party cannot give a satisfactory answer, I think it is time to let the Empire's invincible army go and negotiate with them."
It is not difficult to see from the conversation between the three that they all have certain tendencies towards great power chauvinism to a greater or lesser extent.
This is also a common problem among all the powerful empires in the continent of Faerun.
Whether it is the Netheril Empire or the Imaskar Empire, or the Shane Empire and Mulhorand Empire established later, they are all typical examples of great power chauvinism.
They wanted to annex and enslave other city-states and small countries around them, without even bothering to find excuses.
Not to mention them, even Waterdeep had similar behavior during its heyday.
It can be predicted that as long as the West Coast Empire can maintain its current state for ten or twenty years, and then annex the North to become a super giant, this sense of superiority will spread from the upper class to the lower class.
"Don't worry. In half an hour at most, I will be able to get the list you want from the prisoners."
Arthur Meier gave his assurance with a smile.
When he turned around and walked out of the room and came to the corridor outside, he raised the corners of his mouth and whispered in admiration: "You are worthy of being the perfect tyrant chosen by the Dark Lord. This is the master worthy of my loyalty."
…
At the same time, in the back half of the palace, all men and even male animals were forbidden to enter the harem.
Zuo Si was already lying in a comfortable rocking chair, enjoying a massage from a maid of noble blood and status, Zanlanda Star Rhineton.
At the moment, the former queen of the Kingdom of Tethyr was wearing a transparent tulle miniskirt. Her originally human body had grown furry ears like a rabbit and a short white tail under the effect of transformation magic, and her legs and arms were covered with white silk that adhered closely to her skin.
At this moment, she was biting her lower lip to suppress her shame, and she kept kneeing her neck, shoulders, and upper arms repeatedly, fulfilling her duties as a maid.
I have to say this is really quite perverted.
But all this was the work of King Sean VII and had nothing to do with Zuo Si.
He was just criticizing from the perspective of Furui.
To be precise, Zuo Si felt that Zanlanda's current form had too little hair and was not beastly enough, and was still a little bit away from being the real "Fury".
"How about this little gift?"
Aisha, with a sly smile on her face, stuffed a grape into her legal husband's mouth.
Although the two have not had any intimate relations since the completion of the marriage, the young girl is not anxious or worried at all.
Because she had known the truth a long time ago, and understood that there were some things that Zuo Si could not do for the time being before he dealt with the goddess Talona.
What's more, the two of them have always gotten along very happily and there are no conflicts.
"Not bad, who doesn't like a cute little white rabbit?"
Zuo Si had a grape in his mouth and reached out to touch the long furry rabbit ears on Zanlanda's head.
This action immediately made the latter's face turn red with shame and embarrassment, but under the influence of magic, he was unable to dodge or resist.
"Hahaha! You're right, who doesn't like a cute little rabbit?"
As she spoke, Aisha followed her husband's example and reached under her skirt to grab Zanlanda's tail.
"Don't...don't do it here! Please!"
There was a pleading look in the former queen's eyes.
But Aisha was unmoved. She put her tongue on her cheek and licked it gently, whispering like a devil: "Why are you shy? When we were learning some special skills, didn't we already do what we should have done?"
moment!
Zanlanda twitched slightly uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted, and then his eyes lost their luster. He was dragged into the boudoir by Aisha like a zombie.
Just when a wonderful love story was about to begin, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the distance.
In the blink of an eye, Iron Princess Yalucel appeared in sight.
Since the lounge chair was placed in the courtyard outside, the first person she saw was Zuo Si, and she immediately quickened her pace and moved closer.
But before she could even open her mouth to say hello, the princess saw the scene of Aisha pressing Zanlanda under her in the house, and certain memories in her mind were instantly awakened.
His face remained pale one second, but turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye the next, and his muscles tensed up as a conditioned reflex.
"Sorry... I'm sorry! I have something else to do. Let's talk next time."
Yalusel stammered something and then turned and ran away like a frightened animal.
Hearing the voice, Aisha left Zanlanda and immediately walked out of the house, asking in an uncertain tone, "Did the Iron Princess come here just now?"
Zuo Si nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Yeah. It seems that you scared her so badly last time that she has a psychological trauma."
"Humph! She's just being prudish. Last time, she not only cooperated very well, but also enjoyed it very much."
Aisha curled her lips in disdain.
As a traditional Karin woman, she has no psychological barriers to being a lesbian, and doesn't think it's anything to be ashamed of.
After all, in this polygamous country, it is normal for unsatisfied women in the family to get together to comfort each other.
But soon, Aisha suddenly changed the subject and asked with interest: "Do you intend to treat this princess of the Cormier royal family as just a lover, or do you have any special arrangements?"
"Lover? Do you think I would spend so much time and energy just for a lover?
No, Yalusail is an important chess piece that I will use to influence and remotely control the Kingdom of Cormyr in the future."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and stated his plan directly.
Aisha, who had read many books, quickly realized something and asked with her eyes shining slightly, "Are you going to make her pregnant and give birth to a child with royal blood to compete for the throne of Cormyr?"
“Well, yes.
In a few years, a series of events would occur in Cormyr, causing the direct royal bloodline to be nearly cut off.
This means that sooner or later Yalusel will be asked to return to serve as regent.
After all, according to Cormyr's tradition, when the king is a minor, only direct members of the royal family are qualified to temporarily exercise royal power.
At that time, I only need to give a little help and create an accident to make the legitimate heir disappear. She will then be able to legitimately become the queen from regent, and the children she gives birth to will naturally obtain the right of inheritance.
This would bring Cormyr under Imperial control and influence."
After saying that, Zuo Si picked up the cup and took a sip of the iced juice.
"I see! Then I have to hurry up and build a solid friendship with her."
When she said this, Aisha licked her lips with her tongue, and the implication was self-evident...
(End of this chapter)
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