Warhammer

"Souvenirs" from the besiegers.

Then the prince sat back in his seat, and everyone wisely did not disturb the interaction between the most noble couple in Tyrell, and continued to clink glasses and talk.

The people present were either rich or noble. If there was a bonus of 100,000 from winning the war, they and their own class would definitely be able to take 7 or 8 of it, and the rest would flow into the common people.

So they are the most qualified and have the most reason to celebrate their victory.

The prince who single-handedly decided to send out the attack fleet to bombard Margarita was a daring and adventurous plan that would reap rich rewards if it succeeded. Rodrigo, who was also known as a "young wise ruler" like Al, looked at his wife, who was also his half "rival", with a little pride and said:

"See, this is all within my expectations."

"'Vette', you haven't won the war yet."

Werther is a name Tyrell usually uses for boys, meaning "young man". It is a more intimate term, often used by elders to younger people.

Even in such an occasion, the princess still wore a black veil to cover her face. This slightly strange behavior was the request of her younger husband who had a strong possessiveness and desire to win. It was also the bet she lost in a gambling fight.

That is, if anyone outside the Black Castle appears, the princess must wear a veil to cover her face to prevent outsiders from prying.

She just sat there, looking so graceful and elegant. Rodrigo's words sounded like "a boy's show-off" to Isabella. This was a common thing between them. After seeing her true face and recognizing her talent, the young and successful prince regarded this woman who could be his sister and occasionally his "mother" as his soul mate, confidant, companion, and competitor...

One of the indispensable hobbies in the daily life of the prince and his wife is gambling on various matters. Sometimes it is something as small as whether a servant with a habit of stealing will take the risk of stealing something, and sometimes it is about which family or faction will win in the internal fighting of a city-state...

Thanks to the network woven by three generations of Visconti that reaches all of Tyrell, the prince and his wife can know all the affairs of almost the entire kingdom from the palace of the Black Castle.

It is no wonder that some Tyrells criticized this and nicknamed the Visconti family "Octopus Spider".

Today’s incident originated from a normal communication between a couple.

Chapter 52: The King of Two Good Wives

There were two newspapers on the desk at the same time.

A copy of the Southern Evening News, a newspaper supervised by the coalition government, from Margarita, had a bold headline:

Winter is coming! Prepare your army for war!

It was also accompanied by a blurry black-and-white picture of a military parade, which did look a bit solemn.

The accompanying text first uses hundreds of words, written in the tone of a family member, to take readers to feel the victory of the Patriotic War and the various achievements made by the new United Kingdom in the two years since Aiel ascended the throne.

How many new ports have been built, how much tonnage the throughput has reached, how high the agricultural products have reached, how the industrial production value has risen...

The results of the population census, the proportion of newborns, and the report on the work of the "Paradise"...

Even if he only read these words, even if there were some exaggerations, Rodrigo could feel the optimism and growth revealed in them.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable at first, because Tyrell had never done such detailed, integrated statistics. Even if he had done so in the past, those figures had always been considered "confidential" by the dignitaries and bureaucrats, and it was impossible to publicize them to the public in this way.

But then the tone of the conversation suddenly changed, and the author said in a sad tone:

The first three-year plan we formulated was aimed at recovery and reconstruction. In the second year, we had already achieved the targets ahead of schedule. We also had a second three-year plan and a five-year plan concerning people's livelihood development, economy, people's livelihood, culture, and industry... But all of this has now been broken!

After their utterly arrogant attempt to claim our new world failed, the ambitious Tyrells declared their despicable war on the United Kingdom!

Just a few years ago, we were on the same front, the Estalia, guarding the front line of the southern civilization against the barbaric enemy, fighting blood with the enemy...

Rodrigo read the entire article with a frown on his face. It was very appealing, especially the intelligence sent back to him by the spies in Castle Black, which made him realize that the war enthusiasm of his neighbors from the upper class to the common people, who were regarded by the Tyrells as "weak, disabled, and a useless man who could only lie in bed and watch us demanding anything from his beautiful wife (the New World) without being able to rage", was probably much more intense than he had imagined.

In Rodrigo's judgment, Estalia, or the so-called United Kingdom, had just finished fighting the Greenskin War and their wounds had not yet healed. Now that they were blocked by the Tyrell fleet, they had no choice but to surrender.

Otherwise, if the war escalates and the Tyrells resort to all means, such as blockading the coast, bombarding coastal cities, and landing to burn and kill people from time to time, Estalia will really be on the brink of national destruction.

Even if there are beastmen, the power that can defeat hundreds of thousands of greenskin troops is still quite intimidating. The major duchies, including the prince himself, will not support the strategy of sending troops on land and fighting a decisive battle with the enemy army. They will mainly adopt a defensive stance on the ground, but as long as they delay a little bit and the fleet takes over the colony, the Tyrells will win.

Rodrigo expected that the United Kingdom would most likely try to conduct diplomatic mediation through the Empire, the Bretonnians, or even ask the elves, and he had already made preparations in this regard. However, so far, Black Castle's intelligence sources had not received any information that the United Kingdom had begun in-depth exchanges with other foreign forces.

Al adopted a strategy of keeping a low profile in diplomacy. He first let everyone know him and get used to the existence of such a new friend, and then slowly show his face. In the early days of the founding of the country, he tried to reduce his presence as much as possible. There were very few foreign affairs activities, which were limited to normal exchanges and trade.

It seemed that the Imperial expeditionary force that was originally going to come to Estalia to establish an outpost and develop a colony was unable to wait for the subsequent "reinforcements" from home. It seemed that the court of Altdorf was caught up in a huge political storm again, and the New World expansion plan came to an abrupt halt halfway, leaving only a small number of people to maintain a deserted "outpost", and the rest of the troops returned to the country with Rhine and Celestine.

......

Rodrigo realized that his opponent should not be underestimated. It was from this time that he decided to change the "defense-oriented" plan. The enemy's war enthusiasm was strong, and it was unlikely to rely on seizing colonies to create a fait accompli to stop the war. He must also cause damage to their homeland at the same time, so that the United Kingdom would realize their irreparable disadvantages and the unbearable losses caused by the blockade. Only then could he achieve his goal.

Let's look at another newspaper, the Daily Tyrell.

The large page was cut into tofu blocks of different sizes, which looked a bit disorganized. Next to the serious news were the pink news about men and women, obscene erotic stories and commercial "secrets" that were deliberately gimmicky were mixed together, recruitment advertisements, prostitutes soliciting customers...

The prince frowned as he read it. He felt uncomfortable just from the layout. In the past, it didn't matter to him. But after he got used to reading newspapers from the enemy and got used to the standardized rules and regulations, he felt very awkward when he looked back at the newspapers published by his own company.

Far below the enemy's standards.

Then look at the key points he wants to see.

"In Margherita there is a magnificent golden palace, which the people there regard as a den of endless depravity..."

"The 'Mask King' particularly loves women. When he goes out on patrol, he must break into the house to see if there are any beautiful young women. If a woman catches his eye, he will rape her in front of her parents, husband, and children, regardless of the occasion. He also asks her husband to push his back to cheer her up... A plump woman who had just given birth had full breasts and plenty of juice. He couldn't enjoy it all by himself, so he asked the woman's son to come forward and suck one of his breasts. He took turns to have sex with the mother and inject her with his essence. After the act, he laughed and said, 'You and I are brothers sharing a wife'..."

fall!

What is written here!

The prince was just thinking about the great power strategy, and the next moment he saw that the newspaper under his command, after receiving his arrangement to "carry out some propaganda against the enemy", produced such obscene words, and no one knew which dirty pornographic writer was hired to write it!

Not to mention that the Tyrells only take this as a joke, if it spreads to Imperial Batol, they will just think that the news from Miragliano is of a low standard! ?

However, it can indeed greatly anger the people of the United Kingdom... Of course, it is not because they hit their sore spots, but because this kind of article without evidence and source is simply slander without any bottom line! Smearing water!

It is a wanton smear campaign against the wise King Al! It is the greatest humiliation to the United Kingdom!

Our Majesty is a clean man and has never been a bad person... or a bad woman...

I have never been so crazy as to play mother-son play......

Rodrigo held his forehead, while his wife Isabella, who was standing behind him reading the newspaper with him, chuckled.

"It seems that, at least in this respect, your 'novel story' is not as good as that of the king."

Although what she said was true, some dissatisfaction was still aroused in the prince's heart.

He and Al were both "young kings". Not only were they close in age, but it was even said that they had very similar hobbies. Rodrigo had more than one woman, Isabella, but the latter was his only public spouse and legal wife.

In the palace of Black Castle, there are beauties of all kinds, serving as Visconti's maids, and also as a harem prepared for their bloodline, which has a little difficulty in reproducing, to continue with their offspring.

Rodrigo has liked mature women since he was a child, just like Al in "Rumor".

Perhaps due to the same family background, Al grew up without parents and was raised by the "big mom of the United Nations and little dad of society", while Rodrigo's mother died early and his father was strict, so his pursuit of maternal love and tenderness was suppressed for a long time, and eventually evolved into a preference for older women.

Inside the Black Castle is Visconti's world. Once the door is closed, they can do whatever they want without restraint and vent all their desires and hungers at will. In comparison, Al's harem is still finite in number, while the number of "prince maids" in the Black Castle is difficult to count.

What's different from Al is that Rodrigo has a strong possessiveness and he attaches great importance to the "first time". He was unwilling to marry Isabella in the beginning because she had been married. Except for those non-virgin maids who had accompanied him since childhood and had emotional factors with him, all the maids joining the prince's troupe had to be pure. He was once ridiculed as "wanting to turn the convent into a one-person brothel."

If Al knew this, he would definitely laugh at him:

My dear little brother, you have a serious virgin complex. What are you learning? Give me your claws!

As long as it's not a government bus, just lock it up when you take over a used car! You're asking for so much, damn it!

.......

In addition, the prince has developed a strong desire to win since childhood. Although it is rarely known to outsiders, he and Al should theoretically have a high degree of compatibility, but he has always regarded Margarita's "masked boy" as a competitor.

In the South, there can only be one winner who dominates the track in this age group!

At this time, he felt unhappy when he heard his wife recognize her opponent.

The desire to win arises.

Chapter 53: The object of the couple's love bet...

"No matter how good his article is, it can't compare to the role a warship can play in a war." The prince retorted: "They obviously don't understand the gap yet. Wait, I will make these fools realize it soon."

"When our fleet appears outside the port of Margarita and sets up a blockade of the city, what use is it for the people who are incited by articles?"

If it was any other argument, he would have given in to Isabella before, but when his wife praised another man who was similar to him, Rodrigo began to feel a little possessive.

The princess chuckled and held his shoulder, leaning down and whispering:

"Our Prince looks a little jealous..."

Isabella had very plump lips, a typical Tyrell beauty. She bent over, breathing sweetly into the boy's ear, with her breasts pressed behind her head.

Such teasing soon made the young prince's fire grow stronger. He suddenly grabbed the woman's arm that was pinching his shoulder, pulled it to his mouth and kissed it gently, feeling his wife's smooth and delicate skin.

"How about a bet?"

He challenged his wife to a fight.

"Let's guess whether our attack on Margarita will be successful in half a month!"

"Hmm?" Isabella raised an eyebrow, "Are you planning to attack Margarita?"

Because of the far more "interesting" relationship between the two than that of an ordinary couple, and the prince's affirmation of his wife's talent, Rodrigo would not hide the decisions in the Black Castle court from his wife, but the couple would make decisions together. However, as a descendant of the besiegers, Isabella was very cautious about this. She only discussed and decided family and national affairs with the prince in his study, and would not show up in public and share her husband's achievements.

After all, as a "former royal family", if Isabella showed great ability and even the slightest ambition, it might arouse the vigilance of the Visconti family. In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, she would rather hide behind the young prince for a long time, setting the stage for her husband, while she only cheered from the audience.

This moved the prince immensely, and he expressed his true feelings several times:

He didn't mind his wife coming to the fore. No matter what the family was like, the Black Castle would always have two masters, a man and a woman. Isabella replied to him, "It's enough for me to be the queen of one person."

This made Rodrigo, who had an Oedipus complex, love this woman even more deeply, so much so that when he had sex with the "mothers", "aunts" and "sisters" in the harem, he began to refuse to come inside or wear a condom, in order to make his first child born to Isabella...

Miragliano was the leader of the Tyrell side in this Southern War. With the efforts of the Grand Master, this war was given a moral coat of "holy war" and a religious buff. Miragliano's voice in the Tyrell coalition was very important, accounting for more than half.

The Black Castle couple is one body, and the Prince of Military Decision would never hide the extraordinary talents of his ancestors from his wife, so Isabella was curious about this.

"I just made the decision." The prince smiled disdainfully and said:

"The article is very well written. The Margarita people must be angry... I'll go and water them."

Isabella thought for a moment and asked, "What's the bet?"

So the prince immediately stood up from his chair, pressed himself against his wife's plump body, put his arms around her waist, stood on tiptoe, leaned close to the woman's ear and whispered a word:

"monastery......"

The beautiful face was immediately coated with a layer of blush, and a hint of delicate mist appeared in the woman's eyes. She lowered her head and pinched the soft flesh on the prince's waist.

"You blasphemous little brat!" she scolded in a low voice, suppressing her embarrassment.

"You should report your actions to the Grand Master... You are the vile 'Masked King' from the book."

But at her young husband's request, she nodded and accepted the bet.

She disagreed with the attack planned by the prince, "The terrain of Tranquility Bay is special. Now is wartime. The enemy will definitely increase the defense of the capital. I do not support the attack."

"I'm ready..." The prince raised his eyebrows at his wife, gave a mysterious smile, and couldn't wait to get close to the woman's body.

......

The prince, who had first-hand battle reports in his hands, naturally knew that the actual results were not as exaggerated as the "battle reports sent back from the front line", such as one-third of the city of Margarita was burning, the port and the navy in the port were completely destroyed, etc. Even if the size of the attack fleet was doubled and all the shells were taken by the Margarita people without fighting back, it would be impossible to destroy "one-third".

Moreover, the prince knew that the attacking fleet had suffered heavy losses. Thirty-four fast warships were lost, but less than half of them returned, and even the remaining ones were all injured.

The result was originally fine during the evacuation. According to intelligence, the main force of the enemy fleet was training in the southwestern port of Permozna, and there were only two or three cats and dogs in the port of Margarita. Even if they fought desperately to chase them, it would only be a waste of time.

But I didn't expect that the enemy's revenge was not above the water, but below!

The United Kingdom hired a band of Naga warbands to fight for them. Legend has it that these people are a subspecies of elves who have raised a large number of sea beasts in the waters outside the Tranquil Bay for them to command. After being kept in captivity by El for so long, they have been living a simple life in the calm southern waters, eating, sleeping and playing every day, and occasionally working part-time in the shipwreck rescue team. Over time, even their wildness has degenerated, and finally they have encountered a formal mission.

The Naga who was stabbed up and down by Aiel and made Aiel give his all but ended up being just a big talker who showed Ahegao in two hits is now the leader of this Naga tribe. After receiving Aiel's order, she was frightened by the serious tone and trembled all over. She almost thought that her tribe was going to be liquidated for slacking off every day. Her vagina protected by scales began to feel phantom pain. Then she did not dare to slack off and led her people to advance at full speed to intercept the attacking fleet. In the end, the defenseless Tirells paid the price of seven ships before they were able to escape.

This made the prince realize that the enemy was not completely powerless but...

Even if they lose a dozen ships in this attack, the Tyrells can still bomb all the cities on the south coast of the United Kingdom into ruins!

After all, in order to pursue speed in this attack, he chose fast ships with less firepower, which was originally a provocative act. If it was the real main force of the fleet, it would naturally not be afraid of a mere Naga mercenary.

The enthusiastic celebration soon ended as the prince could not wait to ask his wife to fulfill the bet.

The two of them came to a study room. Without any outsiders around, the young king immediately stuck behind his most beloved woman. He hugged Isabella, but his hands were just resting on her lower abdomen.

"monastery......"

He murmured, like a child acting like a spoiled child to his elders, and Isabella still blushed, but she was unwilling to admit defeat and said:

"Your plan was made with preparations already made, I didn't know about it before. I won't default on my debt, but..."

As a believer of the goddess who has spent most of her life in a monastery, the prince's proposal was a little "excessive" for her. If possible, Isabella would like to fight for it.

"Let's compete again. I believe that His Majesty El will have a countermeasure. What do you think?"

"Hmph..." Rodrigo was a little jealous of his wife calling another person "Your Majesty", but he was not jealous of such a small thing. Instead, he thought about it and said, "Then, we have to raise the stakes... I guess he will send more troops to Tamoto and pretend to start a direct battle, but he doesn't want to take any risks and will handle the attack coldly - I guess that newspaper will definitely not write about it."