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 bards 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 encouraged 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.
左思不以为意的反问道：“我为什么笑不出来？ 难道你们还没有意识到吗？ 这正是有人对我们的帝国和以帝国为中心建立起来的庞大贸易同盟感到了恐惧，所以才会想要竭尽所能的进行抹黑、煽动，以此来搅乱甚至拆散这个组织。
不出意外的话，我想这件事情应该跟坠星海周边那些商业和贸易都十分发达的城邦脱不了干系。
作为财政大臣，你应该最清楚在巨龙海岸边上的几座港口城市，每个月的进出口顺差有多么惊人。
我们卖出去的货物几乎是进口货物的二十倍以上。
知道这种在贸易中意味着什么吗？
意味着对方经济大动脉被我们插了一根管子疯狂的吸血，对方积累了数百年乃至上千年的财富正在迅速流逝。
如果我没猜错的话，很多国家和城市都已经开始出现货币供应紧张、物价下跌的通货紧缩。
换句话说，他们市面上开始缺乏流动的钱了，没办法把这种巨大逆差的贸易状况维持下去。”
“您的意思是这一切是由于经济跟贸易的原因引发的？”
炙热之心骑士团大团长威瑟兰惊讶的瞪俩大眼睛。
因为他原本以为这只是一个单纯的司法问题，根本没想到背后还牵扯到了如此复杂的原因。
左思微微点了下头：“没错。作为执法者，我希望你和你的圣武士兄弟们能透过现象看本质，而不是仅仅停留在表面现象上。”
威瑟兰苦笑着叹了口气：“唉——您这未免也太强人所难了。
要知道光是调解帝国境内的各种纠纷，炙热之心骑士团就已经竭尽所能。
更何况我不认为组织里的兄弟姐妹们能够理解如此复杂的经济和贸易知识。”
“别唉声叹气，这可不是一名百折不挠圣武士该有的表现。其实处理类似问题有一个非常简单的评判标准。”左思笑着安慰道。
“哦？是什么？”
威瑟兰猛然间抬起头，满脸都是惊喜之色。
毕竟圣武士们在处理这种事情的时候，最难判断的就是对方所造成的恶劣后果究竟是主观上的恶意，还是无意识之中的进行了传播。
前者与后者在法律量刑上完全是不一样的。
“方法很简单。
看这个人是在就事论事还是故意歪曲事实，是在寻找一种解决的方法还是在单纯输出和煽动情绪。
如果是前者，那么这个人是无罪的。
因为他只是看到了一些社会中存在的问题，然后提出来想要对其进行纠正。
可要是后者，那就是别有用心的想要颠覆现有的秩序，通过法不责众的方式煽动暴乱，以此向政府进行施压，从而达到自己不可告人的目的。
记住，永远不要向暴乱群体妥协。
无论参与者有多少人，只要他们开始打砸抢烧四处破坏私人或者公共财产就可以定义为暴徒进行镇压。
否则但凡有一点手软，接下来这些家伙就会尝到甜头变本加厉。
如果你们这些圣武士下不去手没关系，我可以让阿瑟梅尔和他手下的黑暗卫士去做。”
左思郑重其事表达了自己的态度。
想要在实行绝对独裁统治的西海岸帝国内搞暴动、示威游行迫使政府让步那一套？ 做梦去吧！
早在觉醒火花成为旅法师之前，他就对这种打着所谓“促进平权”幌子，实则是在要特权的行为充满了厌恶。
没有一个核心的指导思想，没有强大的组织和约束能力。
有的只是不满情绪的宣泄，以及少数人为自身利益煽动无知平民去冲锋陷阵的自私。
一旦统治阶级扔下几块骨头，那些带头的人立马就会像狗一样扑上去，直接改变阵营和立场。
左思宁愿使用暴力手段镇压杀的血流成河，也绝对不允许在自己的统治范围内发生类似情况。
黑暗卫士的阿瑟梅尔无疑察觉到了帝国皇帝、伟大暴政之神班恩选民的意思，立刻弯下腰鞠了一躬，脸上挂着冷酷残忍的笑容说道：“请放心，陛下，我知道该怎么做了。”
“杀戮流血的目的是为了起到震慑与警告的效果。
既然有人想要尝试着对我的统治发起挑战，那就索性稍微让他们见识一下我的手段吧。
凡是所有参与暴乱的人全部处以极刑。
他们的直系亲属，包括配偶、父母、子女和兄弟姐妹，统统贬为奴工送到采石场或者矿场，终身不得赦免。
至于那些被雇佣的吟游诗人，全部打断四肢、挖掉眼睛和舌头，然后扒光衣服挂在西门的码头上示众。
最重要的是，给我查出究竟有哪些国家和城邦参与了这件事情，背后又有哪些家族和其他势力再暗中支持。”
左思用不带一丝感情的语气对整件事情做出了宣判。
他言辞中透露出来的浓郁血腥味，还有那赤裸裸毫不掩饰的暴君气质，在这一刻被展现的淋漓尽致。
在场所有人都清醒的认识到，这位帝国皇帝虽然平日里总是一副笑眯眯人畜无害的样子，甚至很多政策都倾向于给底层平民更多的好处。
但那都是在权力跟统治地位没有受到挑衅的情况下。
只要有谁胆敢越界，那么迎接他的将会是最恐怖的狂风骤雨。
听到会有无数的家庭遭到牵连，威瑟兰脸上立刻浮现出不忍，硬着头皮劝说道：“陛下，我并不反对您对那些参与暴乱的人进行惩罚。但牵连直系亲属是不是太过了？毕竟他们又没有犯罪。”
“不，你错了，大团长。
这个世界上有很多人并不在乎自己的生命，所以单纯的死刑并不能起到很好的震慑效果。
但如果他们得知触犯某些禁忌会牵连到自己的家人，那么在干这种事情的时候就会选择三思而后行。
另外我可以非常明确的告诉你一点，帝国的法律是为政治服务的。
所以请你不要期待在涉及到政治问题的时候，司法系统可以保持独立。
最后，也是最重要的一点。
这是个决定、是个命令、是最终的结果，我没有在跟你商量。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思眼睛里猛然间闪过一抹幽光。
下一秒……
大团长威瑟兰立刻感觉到自己喉咙像是被一只无形的大手死死掐住根本无法呼吸。
才短短几秒钟的功夫，脖子和脸就呈现除了窒息才会有的紫红色。
正当他觉得快要被活活憋死的时候，那种无形的压力瞬间消失，整个人张开嘴大口大口喘着粗气，汗水顺着脸颊吧嗒吧嗒的滴落到地面上。
尽管此时此刻这位炙热之心骑士团的领导者看上去十分的狼狈，但在场没有任何一人耻笑他，就连死对头阿瑟梅尔都不例外。
所有人都非常清楚，如果换成是自己，恐怕表现也不会比威瑟兰强多少。
因为那并非单纯是气场的压制，还包含了超自然力量的暴君光环和大魔鬼独有的虚弱凝视。
也就是高阶圣武士拥有善良神祇所赐予的神恩庇佑，换成其他人早就窒息而死或是意志被击溃变成唯命是从的奴仆。
毫无疑问，这是左思在成为西海岸帝国皇帝之后首次当众展示自己暴君的一面。
不得不说效果拔群。
在接下来的御前会议中，在场所有高级官僚和重臣都没有出现哪怕一次争吵，各种政务处理的速度和效率都高的吓人。
仅仅两个小时左右，就把一切悬而未决的事情都搞定了。
等左思站起身走出去的时候，房间内的每一个人都不由自主的松了一口气，就仿佛那座压在胸口的大山突然消失了一样轻松。
为了缓解紧张情绪，宰相肖德·塔罗文率先打破沉默，用半开玩笑的语气说道：“诸位，别都板着脸，有一位强势果断的皇帝对于帝国来说可不是什么坏事。至少在对待敌人的时候我们可以放开手脚，不是吗？”
“没错！ 在对待破坏秩序、法律和社会稳定的家伙时绝对不能手软。
不管这件事情的幕后黑手是谁，他们都必将为招惹帝国而付出惨重的代价。”
薇拉第一个站起来附和道。
威克斯·塔吉特公爵也跟着点了点头：“同意。
我们可以先把敌人的底细调查清楚，然后公布出来站在道德制高点上对其进行责问。
如果对方无法给出一个满意的答复，我想这个时候就应该让帝国战无不胜的军队去跟他们谈了。”
从三人的对话中不难看出，他们都或多或少拥有一定的大国沙文主义倾向。
这也是费伦大陆所有强盛帝国的通病。
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 kneading 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)