Four-Armed Divine Emperor

Daitengu is proficient in all martial arts?

Is Shuten-doji supernatural?

The Lord of the Aoandon Story?

You have great talents, and now they are all mine!

Let's celebrate! The most perfect and perfect Lord of Demons has been born, gathering the power of all monsters from the past and future!

Magical history, mainly magic.

Many female protagonists do not speculate in the harem

Chapter 48: Banquet and Silver Party... But Male Ketone (Sad)

Everyone was eager to see the fun. Not to mention the millennia-old feud between the two countries and the two places, even the emergence of the Kingdom of Xerxes was because after the fall of the ancient empire, the Zoroastrians, in order to seek revenge, a prince led his people north to pursue the remnants of Asta, and then settled in the Threso area to form Xerxes.

Just the fact that he often takes advantage of others' demands and behaves arrogantly and domineeringly is very annoying. What's more, this time it's a major counterattack, so how can he vent his anger without giving it a good beating?

If Devon Gale had not been so lucky that Al suddenly fell from the sky at this critical moment, then the powerful people in Blaio present would either have left their homeland or become Adwin's "guests of honor".

Given their discipline and morality, one can imagine what kind of treatment they will receive.

Ask yourself, if Al was a native local, after a series of events, if the situation was reversed, the main force of the old enemy was destroyed, and the enemy chief fell into my hands and could be slaughtered, he would definitely drag Adwin naked to lead the sheep, or serve as a meat stool.

Even if he were a male, it would not be impossible to punish him with "anal possession"...

Adwin, who was the focus of everyone's attention, sighed softly. Just as he was about to reach for the wine glass and drink the bitter fruit, a prisoner of Xerxes behind him suddenly stood up indignantly and walked out of the queue.

There were still shackles on his feet. It was not noticeable when he was sitting, but he walked very awkwardly and looked a little embarrassed.

Everyone burst into laughter and humiliated the loser to their heart's content.

The prisoner walked up to the prince with a sincere look in his eyes.

"The King is the blood of White Flame, the noble of Aurora.

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How can I be humiliated like this?"

"The defeat the day before yesterday was to Lord Saint Witch, to the magic of the White Tower—I took the blame for the prince!"

So he took the wine glass from the prince, drank it all, and then smashed it to the ground. The guards around him immediately picked up their weapons and shouted, but the prisoner turned a deaf ear to him, bent down to pick up the fragments on the ground, and stabbed it into his stomach, and blood gushed out immediately.

The prisoner turned around trembling, and knelt on one knee to salute, not knowing whether it was Al on the first seat or Grace beside him, then fell forward to the ground and began to twitch.

Al remained calm, while the Devon Gaels glared at him.

In their opinion, these guys are somewhat ignorant and hypocritical.

It was you who relied on the magicians to win the battle before, and it was you who humiliated the captives at the celebration party. How come after we invited the magicians to help us win the battle, and as usual, the situation has changed, you do this?

"Please have another drink, Prince!"

Someone immediately shouted angrily, obviously wanting to see if there were any other prisoners who would stand up and use death to show their resistance to humiliation.

So the servant ignored the corpse on the ground and immediately filled another glass of wine and placed it in front of the prince.

There was an immediate commotion among the captives, and several of them stood up one after another and stood beside the prince, as if they were ready to die for the wine.

And Al sensed something from it.

Those who stood up generally did not have very high status, and were basically junior officers sitting in the last few rows.

In comparison, defeat may be a greater blow to them. If the prince suffers great humiliation here and gets furious when he returns, then they, the subordinates, will easily be dragged out to take the blame and vent their anger.

They might as well risk their lives and defend the prince to the death to show their loyalty. In this way, even if they die here, Adwin will be grateful for their loyalty and will not only not punish them, but will also treat their families well.

"I'll buy the prince a drink."

There will be further negotiations to make Adwin pay compensation and send people. Al doesn't want things to become too awkward. In fact, although he is the person with the highest status at this meeting, he is also a "third party". After all, he has not yet officially controlled Devangel through Ansuna. The current conflict is between Prince Adwin of Xerxes and the Devangel people, and he is half a spectator.

So he spoke up to warm up the atmosphere.

He raised his glass to the prince on the dais, so that Adwin's drinking would not be considered a forced humiliation, but a response to the etiquette of a wizard.

Once there was a step, Adwin immediately raised his glass to toast Al, and the two drank from a distance.

Then Al poured another glass of wine and raised it to Grace, who was sitting next to him with a blank expression.

When the latter saw Al looking at him, his expression changed slightly. He hurriedly forced a smile and raised his glass in response.

She still has the restrictions left by El, including her spellcasting ability. After waking up, the female mage pondered for a while, but she had no idea about the characteristics of this mysterious power, so she dared not act rashly.

In her heart, she already regarded Al as a guy who was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. She just didn't know why a wizard of his level would come to a remote place like Thurso like him.

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

At Al's command, the scene continued to become lively, with singing, dancing, competitions, and everything else. After the first wave of banquets, many people began to walk towards the platform, sign up to Al, and toast him. He didn't need to respond to everyone, just a nod or a casual remark would be enough.

Some people brought their female relatives with them, and when they toasted, the women did the same, either sending subtle glances or performing formal greetings, trying their best to show off their feminine charm.

Thanks to his super memory, Al not only remembered what the men said, their names and identities, but also remembered the identities and appearances of the women.

Soon, the banquet entered a tense stage. Some flamboyant officers and nobles, shouting and yelling, forcibly dragged some prominent figures from the front row among Xerxes' captives and asked them to "join the banquet." In fact, they were deliberately teasing them for their own amusement, such as making the fat ones dance, the conservative ones sing, and the skinny ones wrestle with the strong men...

Only King Adwin had the highest status, and Ai'er took the initiative to block the trouble for him, so the Devon Gaels did not harass him. The other captives were more or less forced to be dragged out to show off.

Adwin sat in his seat from beginning to end without moving, just chewing slowly and occasionally drinking a glass, as if he was just watching a banquet.

But the Devon Gaels would not give up. In order to humiliate the prince of their old enemy who was now trying to be respectable, they prepared a big show.

Soon, a burst of crying female voices was heard outside the venue, and a large group of people were driven to the center of the venue. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had extraordinary looks. They were none other than the Grand Prince's palace ladies who accompanied the army to the war.

A group of male court favorites who were as handsome as women were forced to wear the uniforms of the prince's guards. Except that the weapons in their hands were made of wood and their behavior was too feminine, they looked quite decent.

They were brought to the venue and began to perform:

The sissy Xerxes was violently raped by the Blaeo warriors, and the noble ladies could only cry and watch as their powerful warriors were easily defeated and humiliated by the enemy.

Al almost slammed the table and left.

This group of fucking men are having a silver party in broad daylight!

He immediately wanted to wash his eyes.

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Because although these guys are "acting", they are fighting with real guns and swords!

After a fake fight, they pushed the male slave who played the warrior to the ground and dragged off the armor on his lower body!

The audience did not find it vulgar or rude. Instead, they cheered loudly and excitedly, and some even jumped into the venue to join in.

Even the female members of the family were shouting and screaming. The more reserved ones took out silk scarves and small fans to half-cover their eyes, but in fact they could not help but peek. The bolder ones openly enjoyed this chaotic "competition between men" in the venue.

Chapter 49: Negotiation

Al couldn't bear to watch this massive display of male ketones. He had seen the royal women being brought up, thinking that if anyone harassed them, he could step in and reprimand them to improve their favorability. However, the women were completely useless, with his only job being to look pretty while hugging them and crying, lamenting his defeat...

Then watch the men get choked up.

This made Al a little regretful about winning. He hoped that word would get out that I was the leader.

"Oh, across from him is that sage who annihilated tens of thousands of enemy troops in a single battle and then chopped them alive! He's truly terrifying!"

"I'm waiting for you!"

By then, when these people come to please Al, they will bring men instead of girls.

It’s terrifying no matter how you think about it.

So he decided to slip away first. While everyone was watching the fun, he asked someone to gather several of his key subordinates, and "invited" King Adwin, his adjutant, military minister and other key figures among the captives to go to a tent and have a secret talk inside.

The topics of conversation were naturally about ceasefire, ransom and the like.

During this period, Al has roughly understood the economic situation of Devangel (Brayo) and Xerxes. Overall, it is quite normal. Basically, they make a living from the mountains and the water, and from the special products. Because they share the same language, mutual trade is also a source of income. In addition, there are many minerals in the Thurso area, so the mining and smelting are generally good, which is an important export.

Then there is the Xerxes, a theocratic kingdom that practices slavery. There is nothing much to say about it, it is just so-so. However, because of its historical heritage, it has more advantages than the Blaeos in trade and some technologies.

The population of Adwin's Western Princedom is about 300,000, making it a relatively wealthy place. Among them, a large number of people are slaves who have no power and are dependent on their masters.

This part of the population is difficult to count because slaves are both "private property" and "state tools". Because of the former, the king cannot force his subjects to report the number of slaves in their own homes. And because of the latter, owning slaves also requires paying a certain head tax to the state. Therefore, large slave owners are accustomed to underreporting the detailed number of slaves. Therefore, the specific population number of Xerxes is difficult to count, but it is definitely higher than the visible number.

And because of the large overall size, as mentioned before, the wealth that a prince of Adwin can control is no less than that of King Kalvik of Blaeo.

The size of the Western Territory is almost twice that of the Devangel Territory, and its population is definitely more than twice that of the Devangel Territory. The old patriarch wanted to use the so-called "compensation" to keep Ai'er, but in fact he used the territory to give him a fiefdom with more than 31,000 residents. As long as the contract is formally concluded, Ai'er will have absolute power over his fiefdom, and the people above it can almost be regarded as his personal slaves, as long as they are not too resentful and cause public outrage and hostility. If it were Xerxes, the restrictions in this regard would be lighter, and he could do whatever he wanted in the territory.

He had already discussed this with Ansuna, so there was no need to hide these things. On the contrary, he needed the locals to give him advice.

The female knight supported his idea of ​​developing Wall. After all, El would inevitably make conquering the mountain people his next goal, and if there were no external threats, the Wall Plain would be very suitable as a development base.

This is a rare large plain in the Thurso area, but it has never been occupied by a powerful country capable of monopolizing it. Once it is ensured that there is no threat from the east and west, the orcs and nomads in the north and south will not be a difficult problem for the Devon Gaels.

It can be developed into a prime piece of land.

After giving birth to Elsa and realizing the abnormality of El, the man she was loyal to, Ansuna temporarily gave up the idea of ​​"following the wizard to a higher place". El's almost instinctive ambition and desire for expansion seemed to be contagious, turning the female knight who was originally determined to make progress and go to the Golden Realm to bathe in the light of the White Tower into a greedy village woman in a remote village who held her own wealth in both hands, while staring at her neighbors' acres of land and a few cows.

The two of them communicated spiritually after their physical contact, and unexpectedly came up with the same strategic plan as King Adwin, who was now waiting in the tent for the El Lion to open his mouth and kill him fiercely:

He seized Dwengal in the west and the western territories in the east, thus establishing a "third force" between Blaeo and Xerxes.

.........

"A population of one hundred thousand—even if they were all slaves, it's impossible!"

If Al had not been sitting there, and if only the Devegaels had come to negotiate, even though they were prisoners, Alec, as the military minister and the prince's brother, would have slammed the table and stood up.

The Devon Gaels are not just cutting flesh, they are amputating the Western Prince's Territory!

He looked at me coldly, suppressing the anger in his chest and said:

"I don't think you are as good as me

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We will continue our attack across the border to Herat, taking whatever you can along the way to see if we can raise the amount you require."

Immediately, a Devon Gale lieutenant stood up, glared back at Arik, and asked Al for orders.

"Please allow me to march immediately, sir. I only need a thousand men to accomplish this!"

"Please allow me to go to war, sir!"

"me too!"

Then a group of people started to make a commotion, saying that since the Xerxes were unwilling to hand it over voluntarily, it would be the same if we just robbed them.

An adjutant sneered and said, "Since His Excellency the Prince and his army have already come to our place, why don't we also pay him a visit?"

"Let's see if your Excellency's queen is capable of 'conjuring' another 10,000 troops to receive us."

This naked threat and the hidden humiliation in it immediately made Xerxes furious.

"you!"

The Minister of War pointed at his adjutant, and the Prince tugged at his robe, motioning his brother to return to his seat.

He then sat down, and the prince pondered for a while before retorting in a muffled voice:

"In any case, this request is too much. Even the entire royal family's wealth is far from enough to buy and sell so many slaves."

"Does Xerxes have many freemen?" a Derwengael nobleman immediately pointed out the prince's weakness. "Don't all the people in the prince's territory belong to him?"

"Your territory has always been rich. It's impossible that there are not even 100,000 people, right?"

"Your Excellency also carries a sword, so you must have been on the battlefield. Have you ever seen someone lose all his wealth, including his family, as a result of a single armistice indemnity?" The prince suddenly shouted in a loud voice, catching the noble off guard. He said nothing in frustration.

"You can go to other territories to buy slaves. After all, the last thing you Xerxes lack is slaves!"

"That's too much! We can't even buy that much, not to mention you're asking for so much compensation!"

"Isn't a prince worth a quarter of his own land?"

"That's not a reason for you to be so greedy!"

"I heard that you are the prince's brother. You are so opposed to the compensation. Are you trying to provoke us to kill the prince so that you can go back and succeed the throne?" Suddenly someone came in, lifted the curtain and walked in. The military minister's face turned pale immediately. He subconsciously looked at the prince, who frowned and shook his head at him. Alik quickly sat down.

The person who came into the tent was a female knight in military uniform.

Two maids with swords followed behind her, and she held a baby in her arms.