Lords go left, Emperors go right

Osta was not interested in who would inherit the throne of the Abigrans Empire. In his opinion, political struggle was far less practical than acquiring wealth.

"Granelle, tell me in detail the physical characteristics of your two sisters. When I get to the island, I will find a way to redeem them from the Falatilt Empire."

"Your Highness Aosta, they..."

In the mansion of the Lord of Aosta, in a hidden room deep inside the luxurious villa, Aosta was asking Princess Granier about her two sisters. The gentleman prince was not simply asking questions, his hands were always playing tricks, constantly exploring the treasure in front of him.

Granier blushed, still in a bad posture without any equipment, and restricted by the blue ribbon decoration, she could only let the gentleman lord in front of her do whatever he wanted and be held in his arms. Osta seemed to be playing with a fine human-shaped artwork, feeling the warm body temperature and the special silky touch like the finest silk, which was so good that people couldn't let it go.

The attendants, guards and civil servants under Princess Granelle could only watch from the side, unable to help their princess being bullied. Because of the red lines, the mobility of these little cuties was completely sealed, and their speech ability was also restricted by the red spherical protective gear with holes. Especially the most important right-hand men under Princess Granelle, the former head of the Abigrans Empire's royal female guard, the sea knight Granna, and the chief female officer under the third princess, Martha, these two were at the closest position, with shy faces, and saw with their own eyes how Osta hugged Granelle intimately, taking advantage of the opportunity to ask questions and secretly taking advantage of her.

The two little cuties were wrapped in black and white ribbons respectively, and there was no chance to stop them. At this moment, they were in a delicate state where they could not protect themselves, and even their most basic speech ability was temporarily sealed. Granna and Martha were on standby on the left and right sides of Osta, and from time to time they would be visited by the other side's strange hands, and there was always the possibility of being explored all over their bodies.

The beautiful guards who betrayed their princess's information were all four sisters with silver hair. They were also in the room, and their pretty faces showed incredible expressions. These little cuties originally thought that Princess Granelle would not give in so quickly and they would need to persuade her. Unexpectedly, the gentleman prince's methods were so efficient that they didn't even need to do anything. He easily made Princess Granelle obedient.

"Your Highness, we didn't...we didn't do it on purpose. We just wanted Your Highness Aosta to save you..."

"Your Highness Aosta, you can just take the treasure! Please let Your Highness go."

"Granelle is now seeking political asylum from me, so I take this for granted."

"By the way, you are also under the political protection of my territory. We are all family, so there is no need to be so reserved."

"How can this be... Your Highness Aosta, you..."

"Well, you are my people now. If you have any objections, please leave it for later. This is also what Granelle meant. Don't you even listen to her?"

The four beautiful guards had some regrets in their voices. They had naively thought that Osta would be satisfied after taking the imperial treasure. However, for a certain gentleman prince, he had found a treasure more precious than the treasure, so he would not let it go easily. For such a thing that he could have it all, the gentleman lord would not bother to make any choices.

Finally, these beautiful female guards could only accept the reality, kneeling in front of them, two in a group, and massaging the gentleman's legs face to face to relax his feet. The cuties were also completely naked in their original postures, and although their pressing techniques were awkward, looking at the shaking and surging white beauty in front of them, Osta felt that he had made a lot of money.

This group of cute girls is not the best in terms of looks and body, but because they are quadruplets, they have telepathy, which is better than many people. The previous Moon Elf Princess and Forest Elf Princess, which are also a group of four, do not have this feature. By making good use of that reaction, a certain gentleman prince can unlock more exciting new ways to play and new postures.

Carlofran, the former princess of the Karanilda Empire, one of the five great empires in the Atlandia Sea, was also in this room. She looked thankful that there were enough girlfriends in the room. There were many companions to help cover her, and it was not her turn yet. The gentleman prince did not take care of this little cutie for the time being.

Otherwise, Carlo Vran's seductive posture, which was completely restrained by the red ribbon and restricted in all actions, was no less charming than Princess Granelle. Like Carlo Vran, the beautiful adventurer Aixia was also glad that she had escaped the disaster temporarily. This girl was entangled by a pink ribbon and restricted in her actions.

Princess Granel could not hide any secrets in front of Osta. In front of the gentleman, she confessed all the detailed characteristics of her two sisters, even including such private matters as their interests, hobbies, and measurements.

After the questioning, Princess Granelle was a little out of breath. Those who didn't know the situation would think that she had done something unspeakable. After all, Granelle's expression at this time was too similar to her expression after the incident, and it was easy to be misunderstood.

"Master Granny, your two sisters will probably need political asylum as well. I'll need your help to persuade them... You know what I mean, right?"

"Your Highness Aosta, when the time comes, I...I will persuade them according to your wishes and try my best..."

"Granelle, if you can't persuade me, you can let me know and I'll do it in my own way..."

"Your Highness Aosta, that's not necessary. I promise to make them obedient."

Princess Granel lowered her head shyly, not daring to look Osta in the eye. She agreed to Osta's gentlemanly proposal in a soft voice, promising to help her when the time comes, to do ideological work on her two sisters and persuade them to apply for political asylum from the gentleman prince.

Under the current circumstances, the treasure house key is doomed to be lost, and even the people cannot be saved. One can only hope that after Osta obtains the treasure and everything from these imperial princesses, he will consider that he is also related to the royal family of the Abigrans Empire and intervene and interfere appropriately in the civil war over the succession to the throne that has been going on for two years in the empire.

If the chaos can be quelled as soon as possible and the peace of the Abigrans Empire can be restored, this contribution is worth it to Granelle. The other party is also a young talent, a standard tall, rich and handsome template. In addition to his special interests and hobbies, other aspects are generally fine. If we really measure and compare according to political benefits, Granelle is the one who is climbing high. The size of an island country is different from that of a mainland country.

After Osta learned the information he wanted, he left the room contentedly. Before leaving, the gentleman prince kissed all the snow-white phantoms present as a declaration of his sovereignty and absolute possession.

Princess Granel and the others had no way to resist and could only give each other their first kiss with blushing faces. The gentleman prince was not satisfied with simple kissing, he went deep into her and stirred her for a long time, kissing her hard several times before letting go of the little cutie who had been kissed to the point of being a little confused.

After Osta left, he specially arranged for the maids in the lord's mansion to take care of Princess Granier and the other little babies. Under the careful care of the maids, they only needed to wait in their rooms for Osta to return with good news.

Princess Granel could only accept this arrangement, which was like keeping a beautiful girl in a golden house, with a blushing face. She felt as if she was a cute snow-white pet being kept, and she could only wait patiently for her owner to come back to pamper and caress her, and wait for her to be loved.

"Lord Osta, Sera and the others have gone to Laleste Island with Tifana to see if there is a suitable place for mermaids to live."

"Chris, are there any abnormalities with those mermaids? The petrification curse on their queen and princesses has not been lifted yet."

"Don't worry about that. They have all listened to Sophia's arrangements and are waiting patiently. They won't cause any trouble."

"That's good. I'll have a good talk with them after my fleet returns."

The mermaids who took refuge with Osta were originally a branch of the mermaids in the Sea of ​​Cybrus. They had long been enslaved and controlled by the Naga sirens of the same clan. Osta rescued the mermaid queen and mermaid princesses who were sealed by the Naga siren queen Garou with petrifying curse magic. Taking this as an opportunity, the mermaids made an exception and chose to take refuge with Osta, the gentleman human lord.

Due to some special needs and purposes, Osta did not plan to let Sofia remove the seal of the mermaid queen and the mermaid princesses. He first arranged for his primitive tribe matriarch, "Holy Elf" Tifana, to lead these mermaids to her tribe's original place of residence, the island of Laleste, where the Holy Ruins Elf Tribe lived in the era, to find a suitable temporary residence and settle them down first, and other things will be dealt with later.

The mermaids were simple-minded, and as long as they could catch fish and meet their basic needs, they would not ask for anything else. They quickly accepted Osta's conciliatory policies and arrangements. After learning that the mermaids had no abnormal behavior, Osta breathed a sigh of relief. At least he could rest easy for the next week of sea activities. He did not have to worry about any unrest in the rear area after he went out to sea or when he was doing business overseas.

After tidying up the rear and arranging related matters, Osta took three super-large ships that had been carefully modified and joined the fleet of his important business partner, "Smiling Fat Man" Maxim, and the two sides met in the waters near the port of St. Louis. The three super-large ships that Osta brought this time were all taken away from the Nars Island, the former lair of the Naga Siren in the Sea of ​​Cebrus. They were the "Hummingbird" transport ship, the "Anchor" fishing boat, and the "Flying Bird" tourist ship.

Considering that these three ships had been lost in the waters of Cebrus, they might have been registered in many island countries. In order to avoid being recognized by others, Osta made a relatively thorough modification to the three ships, starting with their names.

After a complete makeover, the three ships have been transformed into new ships. The Hummingbird was renamed the Wasp, and its function is still a cargo ship responsible for transportation. The Anchor was renamed the Ark, which is a big change. It was transformed from a super fishing boat into a guard ship, and the fork launcher used for fishing was replaced with a cannon and a crossbow, directly replacing the bird gun with a cannon. Of course, the fishing equipment of the Ark is still there. While serving as a guard ship, it occasionally returns to its old job and takes on the responsibility of fishing.

The "Flying Bird" was renamed the "Flying Eagle", and its function changed from a cruise ship to a command flagship. After being equipped with some weapons, the cabin capacity was also expanded, and it also served as a part-time supply ship. The three ships of Aosta could form a relatively independent small ocean-going trade fleet, led by the flagship "Flying Eagle", and joined the fleet of "Smiling Fat Man" Maxim.

The sailors on the ship were specially recruited by Osta from the members of the Holy Ruins Elf Tribe that he had joined. After all, the clan members of this tribe were previously residents of Laleist Island and were familiar with the sea. After a simple training, they were soon able to operate the large ship independently. Since they were all his own people, Osta was more relieved.

Osta had originally planned to recruit sailors in the port of St. Louis, but considering the safety and secrecy of the operation, Osta finally changed his mind and used members of his primitive tribe clan instead.

"Your Highness Aosta, the craftsmanship of your three large ships is so high. Compared with your fleet, the only ship in my fleet that can barely hold its own is the Paradise."

"Maxim, these ships are recycled, you don't need to be envious."

"By the way, Maxim, have you forgotten what we agreed upon? From now on, you can't call me by my real name. You should call me..."

"Oh... Mr. Og, I just made a slip of the tongue. Don't mind it. I am sometimes forgetful and often forget important things."

"Maxim, don't forget at the critical moment."

"Mr. Ogg, I will pay attention."

Before the joint fleet set off, Aosta boarded the "Hague" again to meet Maxim. The fat man's eyes revealed undisguised envy. The three large ships of the Aosta fleet seemed to be very expensive. He couldn't understand how such treasures could be recycled.

Aosta did not intend to mention the origin of the three ships, so Maxim did not delve into it or ask more questions. After being reminded by the other party, Maxim instantly changed his words and called Aosta with a new title. This time, Aosta carefully disguised a new identity, pretending to be a newly emerged slave trader in the southern continent of the human race, a gentleman slave trader named Oger.

According to the new identity carefully compiled by Osta, this slave trader named Oger is one of the newly emerged nouveau riche in the southern continent of the human race. He is very wealthy. This time he is cooperating with the super slave trader Maxim, known as the "Smiling Fat Man".

The two parties formed a fleet to purchase special goods overseas. The profits were divided equally. Oger was participating in maritime trade for the first time and was not very familiar with the process of maritime trade, so he specially asked Maxim, a senior in this field, to lead the way and provide guidance.

When Osta was in the Obelisk Empire, he was the only son of Queen Margaret III and enjoyed special favor. Osta lived in the Emerald Palace, the palace of Queen Margaret III, all year round. Unlike other members of the imperial family, his brothers and sisters often showed up outside and participated in various diplomatic activities.

Among all the princes of the Obelisk Empire, outsiders had the vaguest impression of Osta, the third prince. If they were not people in the palace, few outsiders could recognize his identity. This gave Osta a perfect auxiliary condition. He could easily impersonate someone else without any special disguise. He did not need to worry about being recognized. If they had not met him in person, few people could recognize his true identity.

"Lord Osta, the sea is rough. Please return to the cabin. The cushions have been made."

"It's okay. This is nothing. Chris, you seem to have forgotten something important. It's okay to call me by my real name in private. Don't forget it when you get there."

"Mr. Ogda... I understand."

"That's right, ma'am."

Osta's disguise plan was quite professional. Not only did he disguise himself as the slave trader Oger, but the other people who came with him to participate in the operation, including his exclusive maids, Chris, and others, also disguised themselves and obtained new identities.

These special people did not need to change their names, but their external identities were slightly changed. They were no longer the original exclusive accompanying combat maids. Apart from the people from the Obelisk Empire, few outsiders knew their names and identities.

Chris put on a white and gold noble dress and many beautiful jewelry that looked expensive. These jewelry were all genuine and valuable. After being adorned with jewelry, Chris's temperament changed, giving people the feeling of a graceful and elegant lady. Her new identity is the wife of the slave trader Oger, and she married Oger's young wife at a young age.

When Osta first proposed this identity, he thought Chris would be hesitant, but Chris nodded and agreed without hesitation. Her thinking really couldn't be compared with that of ordinary human girls. Maybe in Chris's eyes, this identity was just like playing house, it was a matter of course, and she didn't need to be shy or feel embarrassed about it.

Osta, on the other hand, changed into a black swallowtail suit, which gave him a somewhat successful look. He looked more like a successful young businessman than a royal aristocrat. If it weren't for the action, Osta himself would not like to wear such formal clothes. After all, he was going to buy and sell slaves. It felt a bit strange to make such a gray business so formal.

Yuliya's new identity is to follow Oger for many years and become Oger's personal beautiful housekeeper. After this black-haired and black-eyed beauty put on a black female housekeeper uniform, there is nothing wrong with her. The only thing that is a little scary is that when Yuliya faces outsiders, her cold expression and cold eyes give people the feeling that this cold and beautiful housekeeper is not a female killer, so people dare not easily provoke or approach her.

Sophia's new identity is that she has been following Oger for many years and is Oger's financial specialist, a profession similar to that of an accountant. This time she is responsible for helping Oger keep funds and conduct transactions. Sophia put on a gorgeous golden dress that matches her golden hair and eyes, and the jewelry she used to decorate it is no less luxurious than Chris, the "genuine young lady".

Fortunately, this was just a disguise. Otherwise, with this dressing style and aura, Sophia, the beautiful financial officer, would definitely be misunderstood by outsiders as the mistress of the big boss. This mistress was so arrogant that she dared to wear gold and silver in front of the original wife without any fear.

"Mr. Oger, you should... just listen to your wife. I have prepared the tea."

"Mr. Oger, I have carefully sorted out the Brown Coins you brought, but I don't know if the other party will accept them."

"Thank you for your hard work. When this mission is over, I will reward you, such as arranging a vacation."

Yulia and Sofia spoke a little awkwardly. Like Chris, they had not yet fully adapted to their new identities. However, from their happy expressions, it could be seen that they were quite serious about this disguise game.

Aosta leaned on the side of the boat, looking at the endless beautiful sea in the distance, quietly feeling the tranquility from the sea. It was different from the first time he came to the Central Continent. At that time, Aosta took other people's ships. This time, he had his own fleet, and the feeling was incomparable to before.

After the joint fleet reunited, they set out from the port of St. Louis and sailed towards the Atlandia Sea. Their destination was the Solomon Islands, which was controlled by the navy of the Faratilt Empire, one of the five major maritime empires in the Atlandia Sea. It was where the Faratilt Empire detained various prisoners, and was privately called the "Prison Island" by many insiders.

Many royal nobles of the Abigrans Empire were secretly imprisoned on Solomon Island as political prisoners after they lost the civil war for the throne. Among them were the eldest and second princesses of the Abigrans Empire, the targets of Osta's rescue. The two sisters of the third princess, Granelle, were on the prison island, and their current condition was unknown.

The Solomon Islands are heavily guarded and are a natural sea fortress. There are many reefs and many submerged reefs near the islands, so a strong attack is not the best strategy. Osta plans to pretend to be a slave trader, Oger, sneak into the prison island in the name of buying goods, and then switch the goods without anyone noticing, and rescue the people through a secret operation.

This was a smart way to take the prisoners away without breaking off relations with the Falatilt Empire. Osta was lucky this time, as he happened to catch up with the Falatilt Empire Navy's plan to exchange some of the prisoners on the island for gold coins in order to solve the recent military expenditure problem.

Chapter 2 The Mysterious Visitor to Solomon Island

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Chapter 3: Prison Island Hidden Crimes for Years

The Solomon Islands in the Clement Sea, represented by the main island Solmos, have been used as an island prison since the ancient maritime empire of Solmos, and the relevant functions have been preserved to this day. The black sharks that have been wandering in the sea for many years and specializing in eating the bodies of death row prisoners are special witnesses of this series of crimes.

The Falatiel Empire, which later took over here, was one of the five great empires in the Atlantia Sea. Its strength was far inferior to that of its predecessor, the Solonmost Empire. However, in terms of the operation of the prison island, they were not inferior to their predecessors at all. The function of the Solomon Islands as a prison island is still as good as it was back then.

Osta's new identity was Oger, a recently emerging slave trader from the southern continent of the human race. With his wealth advantage, he quickly gained the trust of Marquis Brian, the lord of the Solomon Islands. Marquis Brian also served as the chief warden of the Solmos Island Prison and the highest warden of all the island prisons in the archipelago, and he enjoyed absolute control.

In the Solomon Islands, Lord Marquis Brian's status is not as high as the commanders-in-chief of the Falatilt Empire's naval fleet stationed here, but he is basically in an extremely high position, second only to a few people and above ten thousand people, and enjoys great rights.

"Sir Brian, you are the hereditary lord here, you should be very familiar with the situation here!"

"Mr. Oger, you are too polite. Although I am just a marquis, I know more about the waters of the Solomon Islands than those fleet commanders."

"Mr. Oger, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask any questions. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

"Sir Brian, will those fleet commanders interfere with our transaction?"

"Mr. Oger, you don't have to worry about that. I am the real landlord here. They have to give me some face. Everyone looks after their own business and generally won't interfere with each other's business."

Osta, Maxime and Chris and the others who were accompanying them all boarded the carriage of Marquis Brian. This carriage was luxuriously decorated both inside and out, with a huge interior space that could carry more than ten passengers at the same time without appearing crowded. Now that the number of passengers was far less than ten, the space in the carriage seemed more than enough.

Just to pull the carriage, twelve horses were needed. While chatting politely with Marquis Brian in the carriage, Osta secretly sighed that as a prince of the Obelisk Empire, he felt that he was not as well off as Marquis Brian. At least Osta's carriage was far inferior to the luxurious carriage he was riding in in terms of specifications and decoration. After the comparison, it was inevitable that he felt a little embarrassed.

On the surface, Marquis Brian is a gentleman and easy-going person, with a bit of the character of a Confucian businessman. However, Osta is 100% sure that all this is an illusion. A person who can become a warden cannot be kind, and a kind-hearted person in this position cannot be controlled.

Marquis Brian's friendly face was just a surface phenomenon. He would automatically switch to this professional expression when welcoming foreign guests and sponsors. He would definitely not be so gentle when facing prisoners in prison.

As the largest island in the Solomon Islands, Solmos Island is so large that it can only be moved by horse-drawn carriage. Although there is no evidence or proof, many people still believe that the Solomon Islands are the product of a natural disaster.

This archipelago, long ago, may have suffered some kind of irresistible natural disaster, just like the main island of the maritime empire Solenmost. It was then split into multiple small islands, and then became the current archipelago. This statement is still at the stage of speculation, and there is not enough physical evidence to prove it.

"Sir Brian, the island is really bustling. I think it's almost catching up with the big markets in the southern continent."

"Mr. Oger, thank you for your compliment. We are not professionals here. Many businesses are still in the initial exploration stage."

"The market here cannot be compared with the market in the southern continent where you and Mr. Maxim are from. They are more professional and have a higher level of professionalism than us."

"Mr. Brian, you don't have to be modest about this. I think the professional level and expertise here are not much inferior to those in my hometown."

"Mr. Brian, I'm a little curious. Aren't all the goods here of only one gender?"

"Mr. Oger, this is a misunderstanding. Solmos Island just happens to be a place that specifically detains this type of cargo."

"Mr. Ogg, if you need special cargo of the coolie type, I can help you contact the divisional wardens on other islands later."

"They are all my subordinates. They have whatever goods they want. It's just that the price may be a little higher than mine."

"That's not necessary, Mr. Brian. Let's go to the prison as soon as possible to check your inventory!"

When Osta was chatting with Marquis Brian, he obtained information about Solmos Island through conversation and indirect means. He also saw the special scenes on the main island of Solmos through the open windows on both sides of the carriage. Chris and the others who were riding in the carriage were all resting with their eyes closed. They looked like magicians in a meditative state, almost the same as magicians.

Chris and the others were not really asleep. Their current meditative state was just a false illusion. With their terrifying strength, they could easily sense everything around them even with their eyes closed. The remaining "Smiling Fatty", Maxim, also had a more comfortable expression. This fat slave trader had obviously come to the Solomon Islands to do business more than once or twice. He was already accustomed to it and there was nothing to be surprised or curious about.

Soldiers from the Falatilt Empire were everywhere on Solmos Island. These soldiers were completely different from the Falatilt Empire Navy that Osta had seen before. The Navy at least paid some attention to the image of the imperial soldiers and wore more appropriate uniforms.

The Imperial soldiers stationed in the Solomon Islands were different. Compared with the Imperial Navy, they looked more like a group of brutal bandits. There was a strong sense of déjà vu. There was almost no part of them that matched the identity of Imperial soldiers. If there was any need to count, it was only the spiked soldier helmets they wore on their heads. In the middle of the helmets was the flag of the Falatilt Empire.

The total strength of the Falatilt Empire's army stationed in the Solomon Islands is about 120,000. All of them are subordinate to the local lord, Marquis Brian, who directly governs and commands them. They can almost be said to be Marquis Brian's private army.

The royal nobles of the Falatilt Empire, even the emperor as the supreme ruler, had no right to command and mobilize this army. They could only give orders to Marquis Brian. As for whether to execute the emperor's decree, it depended on Marquis Brian's mood. If he was in a good mood, he would give the emperor face. If he was in a bad mood, no matter how many decrees the emperor issued, they would all become toilet waste paper in his hands, with no deterrent power.

The reality of the Faratilt Empire was so embarrassing. There were many local warlords like Marquis Brian who held heavy troops and ruled their own territories. They were extremely arrogant, especially the commander-in-chief of the nine fleets of the Faratilt Empire Navy. Except for the commander-in-chief of the first fleet, who was a member of the royal family, the commanders-in-chief of the other eight naval fleets usually ignored the emperor of the empire.

In the Faratil Empire, the number of troops in one's hands is directly related to one's power and status. The more troops one has, the more power one has. The 120,000 troops in Marquis Brian's hands are an absolute political bargaining chip for him.

"Mr. Oger, are you interested in some of the goods? These goods are of ordinary quality. If you like any of them, we can give them to you for free. The ones in the prison are the best."

"Mr. Brian, I'm just taking a look. You don't have to mind it. The prison is full of exquisite items. I wonder if other distinguished guests have reserved them!"

"Mr. Oger, we don't have reservations here, and we don't accept sales models that require partial prepayment. Even if there are, they are only a very small number of cases."

"Mr. Oger, as long as you offer a higher price, there will be no reservation. The highest bidder wins. This is the unspoken rule here. We have reached a consensus long ago."

"Mr. Brian, you speak so confidently. I am increasingly looking forward to what kind of surprises the prison will bring me."