Warhammer

Because Al likes to hide his whereabouts when he goes out, and recently he even doesn't like to bring guards with him, so it is difficult for the guards to find him. The Griffin Queen is circling in the sky, and no one can call her down except Al, so they have to resort to this flag-raising method. Anyway, the boy can only wander around the tribe alone and will not run too far.

Remind him gently.

As long as he saw the servants raising the flag, Al knew that they were ready to wait for him, but there was still some time for him to end today's private visit without appearing hasty or feeling unhappy about being interrupted.

He grabbed a handful of food from the plate and put it back on the table, then walked downstairs leisurely, intending to take another walk before leaving. Just then, he came towards a group of smart and imposing men dressed as mercenaries walking up the stairs.

Al didn't want to squeeze in, so he leaned aside and waited for them to go up first.

Suddenly he felt something strange, turned around, and saw the man who was walking in front and had already stepped his right foot on the second floor stopped, turned his head, looked at Al's position, and frowned.

"!?!"

Grass.

Did you see me?

El was surprised. This was the first mortal who could see through his concealment and sense El's existence, except for the Centaur Girl, Misha and the others who came to find him personally.

a man.

There are several ugly scars on his face, one of which runs under his eye. At first glance, you would think that this man is blind in his left eye. He looks very ferocious, but his temperament is very calm, giving people a sense of trustworthiness.

"A rare strong man."

Al made this assessment in his mind, and he continued to run faster.

slip away.

He is alone, even though he is no longer the same as before, like the rabbit girl who assassinated Al. Even if there are ten more of them, he must be prepared to be pinned to the ground and beaten one by one by Al.

But after all, he only has one direct battle record in his two lives, and that was when he bullied the greenskins who were knocked down by our side, with the Centaur girl right next to him. This kind of battle purely for record-boosting was completely watery and had no substance at all.

Even though this was his old nest, the headquarters of the tribe, and the people around him might not be particularly devout in their belief in the Four Mothers, but they came out to rescue the king with a shout! ——— to kill people, he must be very happy to show off in front of the Eternal Chosen.

And since this man he had never seen before was in his tribe, there were most likely only a few possibilities: the mortal auxiliary army under El - the advance corps - or a few small reinforcements sent by the Northern Council. Even the most unstable latter, realizing his peculiarity, would not cause any trouble in the tribe.

But Al still focuses on hiding and it is better to escape first.

When the mercenaries saw their boss stop, Stephanie frowned and asked, "Rodrien? What happened?"

Chapter 184: Respect

The leader of the Veteran Mercenary Group and a former officer in the Reik Guard.

Rodrian frowned so hard that he could pinch a crab to death. He stepped forward with his left foot and completely entered the second floor.

The people behind him filed in and found their seats. They almost filled up the entire second floor. Although the remaining drinkers did not do anything bad, and the veteran mercenaries were very disciplined and did not cause trouble, they were still worried about their large numbers and left one after another, which just vacated the second floor. Now only Rodrian and his men were left.

"Just now..." The man sat on the stool, brows furrowed, as if thinking about something.

"Did you see it?"

Stephanie took off the saber, slapped it on the table, raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "What did you see?"

"A..." Rodrian opened his mouth, not knowing how to describe it. The impression of the figure that flashed by in his mind was fading rapidly. However, this abnormal situation instead inspired Rodrian to keep recalling and thinking, in order to deepen the impression of that fleeting glimpse.

The man was caught in an inner struggle.

A strange force was weakening his memory of that figure, but Rodrian had a keen sense, so he was able to remember his impression of Ai'er.

He seemed to be before... Yes! That! That battlefield, the place the beastmen called "the sacred wood"!

Rodion stood up from his chair.

......

Al walked downstairs and headed back. He had almost finished shopping today and was going back for dinner. Misha had a bunch of official business to bring to him.

He wanted to skip work, not a single day without missing a day.

But thinking is thinking, doing is doing, just like those "office workers" and "workers" at the beginning of the century, if they were not raped by life, most people would not be willing to crawl out of bed at seven or eight o'clock.

Al has seen a lot of jokes and stories about work. Although he has not experienced that kind of thing, that complicated stage, he can barely empathize with those people at the beginning of the century.

Especially after I started working.

On the way, they met a few beastmen cubs. Just from their appearance, Al could tell that they were his blood descendants, not to mention that he could sense a faint connection with himself from them.

So Al greeted his cub from a distance and then headed home.

There are three sons of Ai: a minotaur, a werewolf, and a beastman, from the 1st, 3rd, and 4th legions respectively.

They talked as they walked. Because of the celebration of the great victory, the Legion had basically no training missions during this period. They were all very idle. Even the unique and extraordinary Sons of Aiur were inseparable from the militia like the Beastmen, and could cross the two identities at any time without barriers.

The three of them were chatting. Al was not close to them and his voice was not loud. He just nodded as if he were an acquaintance and then went about his own business. So the three of them did not notice anything for a while.

When Al had walked far away, the werewolf was in a trance for a while, and suddenly shouted:

"Father!"

Then he kept looking around.

The other two fighting brothers looked at each other, not yet reacting.

Al hurried back to the palace and cancelled the spell once he was nearby. The guards respectfully opened the door for the boy.

The maids had been waiting in the middle hall for a long time, holding various tools of different sizes.

Al walked over and opened his arms. The maids gathered around him and skillfully changed clothes and cleaned the boy. Various physical contacts were inevitable in the process.

Pairs of small hands were roaming around his body to serve him, and the sweet and soft bodies of the sheep girls were rubbing against him. Although it was comfortable, Al had already gotten used to it.

Today's El is no longer the little boy who would blush and get shy when he saw a naked woman (centaur girl).

On the contrary, among the sheep maids, the only one who did not blush after the service was the older sheep girl who was the most mature in both temperament and figure. The other three little maids had blushing cheeks, and their movements were rather distorted, always sliding from some places to other places.

If the timing was right, the plot would have gone to another place, but it was almost time for dinner, and Al didn't run outside, nor was he in a bad mood, so he had to go anyway.

Finally, Al put on the last coat and tied the belt. The goat girls retreated behind the boy and were about to follow him to the back hall, where the goat mother and the horse girl were ready to eat.

Wait for Al.

The boy took two steps forward and suddenly stopped. The sheep girls didn't know what he meant, so their little hooves also stopped and stood still.

Al quickly took two steps back, turned around, hugged the waist of the most mature goat girl, and gently kissed the collarbone of the older goat girl.

The boy's sudden attack made the goat girl, who was older and more serious than the others of her kind, at a loss. She just stayed where she was and let Al take care of it. Although she looked very mature, like a head maid, Al knew the personalities and tendencies of all the goat girls in his harem.

This mature, serious, dignified and steady Aries girl.

But I like to be treated roughly...

The breathing of people near and far became heavier. It seemed that a fierce battle was about to begin. If it continued, it would be unavoidable. However, Al withdrew his attack in time. The boy's lips touched the big goat girl's lips for the last time. At the same time, he loosened the fluffy white wool wrapped around his fingertips and said to the big goat girl, in fact, to all the maids, in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft:

"Tonight, all of you..."

After saying that, Al turned and walked towards the back hall.

The big sheep girl, who was about to get flooded by the sudden attack, felt a brief moment of loss when Al withdrew, but was soon filled with anticipation for the night to come. She calmed her somewhat rapid breathing, quickly tidied her appearance, looked back at the little girls who were obviously a little shy because of Al's words, and glanced at them seriously, completely ignoring the blush on her face.

The agreement with the maids was just a small episode. When Al entered the "real harem", the servants bowed and avoided him. Al was used to it and was powerless to stop it.

In the past, he was annoyed by this formal way of distinguishing between the high and the low, and he had asked many times, "Stand up! Don't kneel!" But to the beastmen, Ai'er was the only one who possessed multiple identities such as the Chosen One of God, the Son of God, the Savior, the King of Beasts, the Prophet... The worship and respect for him came from the instinct of all the beastmen in the tribe. He had forced it many times, but to no avail.

The formality can be reduced through his "orders" and "requests", and avoided if not necessary, but how can Al pull up their souls when they are in complete submission of the heart?

Even the fourth mother would find it difficult to do this...

Al thought of the Thirteenth Prince, the heir of the Emperor, the living descendant of God, the demigod, the regent of the First Empire, the Second...

Because he was fed up with the fanatics who fanatically worshipped himself and the Emperor as gods, he chose someone who seemed "rational" and "self-thinking" to be a war apostle. However, he ended up finding a super fanatic who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, who believed that "the Primarch is God, but has not yet realized that he is God. I need to guide Him to realize his own and the Emperor's divinity."

In the end, Al could only ask these servants not to be too obsessed with their enthusiastic actions to express their submission and piety. Since their souls already belonged to the Eternal Chosen, their bodies should be a little less fanatical.

Chapter 185: Little Hoof Maids

Enter the hall.

There are four long tables in the main hall, facing east, south, west and north.

Carpets, brocades, silks, and all kinds of decorations hung on beams and suspended in the air...the decoration is colorful and magnificent, giving people a sense of extravagance and enjoyment.

El somehow felt that this decoration style was familiar, and after recalling it:

Emile!

The Sultan's Court!

The ruler of Islam!

Looks like it, very much like it......

On the other side of the sea is the land of Araby. Al sighed and suddenly felt a yearning for that land standing between the desert and the oasis. He thought that if the opportunity was right in the future, he could send a fleet carrying a large army south to enter that land which was a mixture of fertile and barren.

Because of her huge size, the foster mother, the horse girl, occupied a seat alone on the right side of the chief seat.

Mother Yang leaned sideways and knelt beside the first seat. The empty seat there was naturally prepared for Al.

Take your seat.

"Ah~~~"

Stretching, Al fell on the sheep mother as usual, with his head held and gently resting on her legs.

Close your eyes, empty your mind, and feel comfortable.

The maids walked into the back hall and began to prepare food and drinks with the servants.

What can I say about the food culture of the Estalia people... Well, there is, but not much.

If we have to talk about the characteristics, the most classic and popular one should be the grilled one.

Because of its geographical feature of being surrounded by the sea on three sides, its civilization itself has a strong maritime gene and pays great attention to trade. Spices and concoctions that were expensive in the Empire - of course, that was in the past. Now most civilians can occasionally buy some very rare and expensive spices and concoctions in the past, but they are relatively not so precious in Estalia.

Therefore, it can be widely used in kitchens and tables of all sizes, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people.

Al's taste is not picky. In this respect, he is just like his taste for sex. After getting used to the enjoyment of the taste buds brought by the highly developed modern society, he can also withstand the test brought by the delicacies of the medieval world, but he cannot resist artificial spices and baked products.

Although there are various fruit foods that can cleanse the stomach, Al is still used to eating full meals.

Fortunately, it is not difficult to find a few pots and cooks who can cook among the more than 200,000 refugees with their families.

Al wasn't very good at cooking, but he knew a thing or two about the basics. After talking to the chefs for a few words, he watched and gave some advice with great interest. After a few tries, he was able to make food that was in line with Al's traditional eating habits.

The Centaur doesn't care about food at all. If necessary, she can eat raw flesh and blood - cut from the body of a freshly killed enemy while it's still warm.

The only thing the foster mother ever commented on was Al's "beep" liquid.

I don't know if it's out of interest or if she really wants to, but she's very interested in extracting El's genetic material. She'll hold El's spear with one hand, and then squeeze out all the liquid without leaving a drop, and then swallow it in front of El, looking like she's enjoying it...

Al felt very sorry that with his level of skills, he would not have the opportunity to enjoy the treatment of "ruling the country with the power of cooking" through a normal cooking demonstration and amaze everyone.

Then just enjoy the corrupt life of being served by others.

There was half a roasted lamb in front of the centaur girl...

This is not surprising in front of the sheep mother.

Among the beastmen, the sheepmen are especially good at herding sheep. It is impossible that all the dairy products and wool were scraped from their own bodies.

In their eyes, wisdom is the key to mutual identification among their tribes. When the Evil Moon Mosrib or her twin sister Manasrib is full moon, or when the only two "Witches' Night" and "Magic Witch's Night" in the past year occur, the phenomenon of two moons in the sky - now because the Evil Moon has fallen once, the already chaotic and irregular operation has become even more unpredictable. The double moons in the sky are no longer limited to only two fixed times a year, but have become random, depending entirely on when the Evil Moon itself approaches the mortal world.

Those low-intelligence beasts and pregnant women giving birth, the former may undergo a transformation while howling, stand up, and walk upright from then on - from beasts to beast-men.

The latter are very likely to give birth to children with serious beastly characteristics, such as horns, hooves, tails, and a lot of hair.

The usual options in this situation are to kill it or abandon it, but now there is an additional option: hand it over to the Beastman tribe to raise.

So it is normal for pig people to raise pigs, beast people to not be beasts, sheep people to herd sheep, and minotaur people to raise cattle and eat meat...

The maid served him five dishes and a soup.

Follow Al's instructions and make it into the format he remembers.

The goat mother eats the same thing as him. In fact, Al doesn't need to eat much. He can even rely solely on absorbing the power of the magic wind without the need for water and food. There are also spells with similar effects in the Wind of Life system, but this is one of Al's hobbies. Not eating will make him feel that he is no longer a "human".

Bah, bah, bah, bah...

Stick with the sheep mother...

Sticking with the centaur girl...

Eat well and feel satisfied.