Four-Armed Divine Emperor

The Aegean Free Confederation is a coalition of various principalities, republics, and trading cities of all sizes in the core area after the disintegration of the empire. It is an open and inclusive alliance. Many mages like the enlightened and advanced atmosphere there and like to settle in the confederation. With the protection of a large number of mages, they can protect themselves between the two empires and avoid being annexed.

In short, it is definitely impossible for El to fall from this place. It is very common for magic experiments and props to produce spatial distortion. It is even possible that he came from a floating city in the far north of the Uslif Empire, or the Giant Ocean.

Anyway, it's far away from the Thurso area.

Al didn't even need to think about it, this option would definitely be put on hold for the time being. To him, the Kingdom of Brio was like a novice area, with an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers around it, and he was the only wizard, a warlock in wizard's guise.

There is not much risk whether he acts arrogantly or develops in a low-key manner here. With the military strength displayed by the German Gaels, as long as he does not commit suicide and put himself in a situation where he is surrounded by enemies, there is basically no risk.

But going to those places where civilizations flourish and magic shines is not certain. What if a powerful wizard notices his specialness...

El still didn't answer, and motioned for Ansuna to finish the last sentence.

The female knight gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and said with a firm expression:

"Help Devangel and take the initiative to provoke a war against the Xerxes!"

"As long as you can hold your own against the enemy mages and bring the war to a stalemate, Devengail will have to rely entirely on your strength. Your position will become increasingly important. With my help, you can gradually control everything in this territory!"

"If we can achieve victory, your status and prestige will be greatly enhanced. And I, your servant, will make a legitimate claim to the throne and will also be able to obtain everything in this territory for you!"

"As long as...as long as your essence enters my body and allows me to conceive a child, that's enough!"

After Ansuna finished speaking, she buried her head tightly, her body trembling slightly.

She didn't know how Al would respond to her suggestion, so she was taking a gamble.

Al was silent for a while before he slowly said, "That's an interesting idea. You're a smart person..."

"If I say that I don't want to interfere in the war between the secular lords here, and all I want now is to return to the floating city as soon as possible, then are you willing to follow me and leave Devangel?"

Al made his request.

"I need to recover my memory, know where I came from, and finally return to the floating city. This is a long journey, and I really need a loyal subordinate to follow me - are you willing?" He threw the question to Ansuna, letting the female knight make a difficult choice.

"For me, intervening in the war between local lords would be risky. And frankly speaking, this place is too barren. Both the air and the soil lack magic. I don't want to waste too much time here, so I will probably choose to leave here soon. What about you?"

"If you are willing to follow me, then go and prepare a few fast horses, some baggage, and pledge your loyalty to me. Then my promise will remain valid: 'What you want, I will grant and fight for you.'"

"What do you think?"

El extended his hand to the female knight.

When taking the oath naked, the oath-taker will kiss the palm of the master as a sign of the completion of the ceremony.

But Ansuna didn't. The woman's feeling of loss was so strong that it was quickly captured by El's psychic power, but she still controlled her emotions so as not to lose her composure in front of El.

She gently took Al's hand, stood up slightly, pressed her forehead against his palm, then took two steps back and stood up.

The pair of perfectly shaped hemispherical breasts, which showed no signs of sagging under the training of the female knight, stood tall and proudly facing Al.

There was no shyness on Ansuna's face. She picked up the clothes she had taken off and wrapped them around her body, while explaining to El with a look of shame on her face:

"Lord Aiel, I was born and raised here. I hope to follow you, but first, I must fulfill my duties as a Devon Gaelic woman."

"I must at least have faced this crisis of the Xerxes with him before I could choose to leave. I'm sorry... my behavior disturbed you."

She picked up the last shredded scrap of clothing from the ground, stuffed it into her arms, and with her bare chest, only covering her chest and belly button, she said goodbye to Al.

When he was about to retreat to the door, he stopped and looked at Al.

"My family will certainly ask you to stay here for a few days. Devengail hopes to use your presence to negotiate with the Xerxes... But if you urgently need carriages and supplies for a long journey, I will prepare them for you immediately, Lord Aiel."

She touched her chest and bowed slightly to the man.

Ansuna, who made the decision to leave, felt as if her heart was cut by a knife. The mark left by El on her amplified her pursuit of certain things and her positive view of El. For example, she believed that by following El she could get what she had always desired, but in the end, the illusory future was no match for her current responsibilities.

For the female knight, giving up the opportunity to follow El is no less than giving up a dream she has been pursuing for a long time, an opportunity to change her life.

But just as Ansuna reached the door, El stopped her.

Under the astonished gaze of the female knight, El walked up to her, took the torn clothes from her arms with both hands, took off the coat he was wearing with both hands, and put it on the woman.

"I've forgotten a lot of things." Al said to himself.

The black and golden eyes met, and Ansuna's spirit was instantly attracted by the deep black. Those special black pupils seemed to contain infinite mysteries, which were breathtaking.

Some of our ancestors’ words are no longer suitable for the current era, but some are still applicable.

How can we expect someone who doesn't even love her own parents, relatives and family to serve her master loyally?

"Your three suggestions are good. I'll choose one."

Ansuna's eyelashes trembled, her red lips stammered a few times, and she leaned down again, but El held her shoulders and asked another question.

"After this incident, this territory shouldn't need a female knight to protect it anymore... Devon Gale, you don't need a daughter, right?"

Ansuna took a deep breath and said, "I would be honored if you would give me your last name." After she finished speaking, she felt the resistance on her shoulder had been withdrawn. The female knight decisively leaned down, grabbed El's hand, and gently kissed his palm.

It was also at this moment that El felt as if there seemed to be something extra on his body. After careful sensing, he found that it was an indescribable connection, one end was on him and the other end was on Ansuna's body.

Is this considered a master-servant relationship determined by talent?

If it was just a verbal promise, El would not be so reassured, but after studying this invisible and intangible but real link that suddenly appeared, El found that he could actually sense the female knight's status and some psychological reactions without using psychic power.

And most importantly, loyalty.

Yes, loyalty is hard to embody. Al couldn't describe the feeling either; it was more like intuition:

This new link connected him and the female knight, and now, at least when El suddenly did something terrible, such as torturing Ansuna - this should be okay, Ansuna has already pledged allegiance to him, "My people are already yours, why do you still want me", it's just a decrease in favorability.

But if he slaughtered the entire Devongal family, this link might be broken.

And as time goes by, this bond will become stronger and closer, until Ansuna gives her body and heart to El.

【Genetic bloodline·mental infection】

After the ceremony was completed, Ansuna felt relieved.

"There is one thing..." She was wearing El's robe, grabbing the edge of the clothes and tightening it. It didn't fit her well. El suddenly realized at this time that he actually looked smaller than the female knight.

Before he traveled through time, he was about to reach the age where he could be interviewed by his predecessor. After traveling through time, not only did his body become stronger, but he also experienced some physical aging. His body size had shrunk slightly, but considering the two extra arms...

Given El's current appearance and age, if he were to walk with the female knight, they might be mistaken for siblings, if one ignored his face that was somewhat different from that of the remnants of the ancient empire, or they might be paired with a young, recently adult noble master and a beautiful and mature female knight of the family.

That’s true...hiss, what should I do if a small horse pulling a big cart seems to be a bit of a sexual fetish?

Al's hobbies are all-encompassing, he loves the Minotaur, Forry and Jerusalem, and he can accept most of them as long as they are not tagged as "heavy". Unfortunately, many sexual fetishes may only be experienced in fake works in this lifetime. People in their twenties are still obsessed with Pony and Cart - in reality, there will be no such big sister suddenly jumping out to bully you in school!

Even if there is one, you are no longer old enough to be a big shot!

Even Big Ou Jinjin...

Ansuna naturally didn't know that El's psychological activities were so intense. She mentioned something with a little shyness to the wizard lord in front of her, with whom she had just concluded a contractual relationship.

"My father once mentioned that he wanted to marry me to you as part of his reward. As long as you were willing to accept the territory and become Devengale's advisor, he would even be willing to designate your child and me as the heirs."

"However, he told me this privately. I'm not sure if it's what he really thinks, but I'm sure my two uncles would object."

Ansuna's uncles were the two middle-aged men who remained at the banquet after everyone had left that day, but their presence was not very noticeable, so El hardly paid any attention to them.

Al reached out and grasped the woman's smooth chin.

"Why didn't you tell me before, but bypassed the family and came to me directly - worried that your family would sell you to me like a commodity?" The relationship has been established, and there is the influence of mental infection. As long as he doesn't do anything reckless, Ansuna is basically his die-hard one. Naturally, El is too lazy to play tricks and his behavior has become much more casual.

"The people of Blaeo only have one chance in their lifetime to choose their lord. I naturally don't want to be used as a bargaining chip for others. If anyone wants to sell... I have to do it myself."

The female knight immediately stepped back, hugged El, lowered her body, and kissed his chest.

"I am a name and a warrior. My father wants to send me away as a slave. I love him and my family, but I would rather help Devangel in my own way." Ansuna kissed El's chest, and her hands began to wander restlessly on his body.

"I ask for nothing but one favor from you... Give me a child, Master. If the war ends quickly, I'll be able to give birth to him. I'll then use this child to control the position of head of the family. Devon Gale needs a Devon Gale to inherit. As long as he has my blood and yours flowing in his veins, no one can object."

Al frowned. "Do you know how long it takes to raise a child?"

"It won't be long. As long as my two uncles are properly settled, the retainers will be able to manage everything. They absolutely dare not offend or betray a lord with mage blood."

El grabbed the woman's hand and narrowed his eyes, but his two superimposed arms involuntarily pressed against Ansuna's chest.

"Don't worry, I'll think about it."

He actually just didn't want to applaud the female knight right now, and raising children took time was just an excuse.

With the talent of the father of the tribe, the offspring born by El and Ansuna will definitely surprise him.

intuition.

Chapter 6: Al: We'll fight in the shade!

El was still reading a book behind closed doors, silently preparing for what was to come. With Asuna, who was now able to communicate freely after becoming loyal, beside him, they would occasionally have some intimate interactions, which was quite entertaining.

However, he didn't want to indulge in the gentleness of life. A man who has spent all his energy on something is likely to lose his mind on the battlefield. So, although they interacted, he kept reading books, especially the descriptions of wizard battles, the information about the wizard recruited by Prince Xerxes this time, etc. He read them over and over again, for fear that he would meet eyes with the Husky and the Northern Wolf on the battlefield. Damn, they are the bosses!

He is not only occupying the magpie's nest, but also driving a female knight's cart. He also wants to communicate more with female orcs, female half-orcs, female dwarves, female elves, female goblins, female Warcraft, female dragons, female demons, female undead...

I'm lucky enough not to have my head chopped off and used as a bowl.

However, things happened so fast that Al had no choice but to end his life of a golden house in the book and a beautiful woman outside the book (the blonde foreign horse version).

The messengers of the Xerxes came to Dwenger.

To be honest, this was the first time Al had seen this style of envoys:

Not riding in a carriage, but in a chariot.

They used some monsters that looked like enlarged armored gorillas with thick horns on their heads to pull chariots with archers, riders, and halberd-wielding warriors standing on them. There were sharp blades installed on the wheels on both sides. It didn't seem like they were here to negotiate, but rather to issue an ultimatum.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Wearing a hood, Al mixed in with the retainers of the Devengaelic people. He reminded the old patriarch and his two uncles through Ansuna: Before Al decided to show up, no news about him was allowed to be revealed at the meeting, otherwise they would have to wait for the wrath of a wizard.

Devangel, who was already troubled by a wizard from the Xerxes, naturally did not dare to provoke another wizard who might have stood on their side, so a strict order was given to keep the meeting secret, although many people still did not know that a wizard had come to the territory.

Ai'er also saw with his own eyes how arrogant and domineering the Xerxes' envoys were.

He wore a headband and a piece of white cloth draped over his body. He had a thick beard that looked like it was fixed in a certain shape with beeswax or glue. He wore a white robe, and his face was painted with oil paint and had a tattoo that looked like a horizontal eye.

Al was so impressed by the sandals he was wearing that he considered getting a few pairs for himself.

As soon as he entered the palace, the envoy started to speak impatiently, roughly meaning:

We already had a fight last time, and you lost badly. You already know you can’t win!

There will be no good outcome if you resist stubbornly!

Surrender to King Xerxes earlier and you will have a better life!

Their attitude was arrogant, as if they were already at the gates. According to what Al had learned, this was the Xerxes, or rather the Zoroastrians, who always spoke tough words. When I was in an advantageous position, I'd be frantic with emojis to put pressure on them. When I was at a disadvantage, I'd be even more frantic. Anyway, the point was to lose the battle rather than the people.

At the same time, it is also through this method that intimidation can be used to subdue many timid enemies and potential opponents, so as to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy without fighting.

In this war, as in the last one, Devangel was not actually facing the entire Kingdom of Xerxes, but a great prince in their west.

The Xerxes had a total of four princes, located in the east, south, west and north, leaving a capital with a population of over 100,000 for the high priest-king. The current priest-king was still a child, so it was basically no different from a split. One country could be regarded as four independent kingdoms.

El was not very comfortable with the envoy's attitude, because the other party was too arrogant. He had a wizard and an army of more than 10,000 people in his hands. It was like the ancient empire was revived and marched eastward, leading a full legion of war colossi to the outside of the city of Devangel.

While still thinking about an idea in her mind, Ansuna, who was standing next to the head of the Devengail family, endured the messenger's various disrespectful and threatening words, while silently hoping that someone could change all this.

The Xerxes' envoy finally threatened, "Think carefully! Nobles of Derwengal, submit to King Xerxes and you will retain some of your territory and wealth, and your rule will be protected by the Kingdom of Xerxes."

"But if you choose to resist stubbornly! When your ridiculous army takes to the battlefield, the arrows fired by Xerxes' army will block out the sun! The secret magic of the holy witch will destroy your castle, your army, and everything you have!"

The intimidation of the messenger was effective. At least Ansuna's father, the head of Devengail, began to tremble. The words of resistance came to his lips and turned around a few times but had to be swallowed back.

The nobles and warriors in other territories all looked at each other in silence.

The other side has a mage, but they don’t, and that’s the biggest gap.

A gap that cannot be bridged.

"Just right!"

A voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

Al walked out of the crowd, slowly took off his hood, revealing his true face.

The female knight's eyes lit up and she looked at her father excitedly. The head of the family's body was trembling even more than before, but before it was fear and anger, now it was also excitement.

"I just like to fight in the shade."

In fact, Al wanted to wait and see, but the messenger's words awakened a certain memory in him.

"Who is he!"

The envoy with oil paint patterns on his face immediately showed a ferocious expression and shouted at the head of the family. It was extremely disrespectful for a mere envoy to treat even a noble from the enemy country in such a humiliating attitude.