Warhammer

As for Alia, she would probably choose a method that is slightly more in line with the characteristics of their ethnic group - the story between the five horse girls and Shang Yang, as punishment.

Misha is more cautious, but looking back, the eldest daughter could not tolerate the humiliation of El. If she had not held the pardon edict written by El at the time, and if Misha was responsible for the task of docking the fleet, she probably would not have killed all the sailors of the self-sinking fleet... Or throw them into the blood trial? One third of them can be used again.

......

Apart from that one time, Al had never met these two in private.

There are rumors outside that Al is fighting in the military camp during the day, and summons the prince's wife Isabella in the evening, and does not come back until late at night. The descriptions are also very vivid, such as "every time he says goodbye, he tosses and turns, unable to sit still", "the food on the plate has become cold", etc., all of which are false.

In the past, Al was quite curious about those "Atlit" artists, purely from the perspective of artistic pursuit. Perhaps it was because most of those who did this had some artistic pursuit, and there were really many handsome men and beautiful women (beauty and the beast), so their works were indeed good according to Al's aesthetic judgment as a modern person.

But now they start to make him the protagonist, dominating his wife and daughter, dominating his spouse, dominating his husband, and he is unhappy.

Al has seen a short film produced by Osuen, which has a plot of less than ten minutes. It seems to be a "trailer" or something like that, and the scenes in it are so beautiful.

Because no one knows what he looks like, and in order to avoid suspicion and avoid diplomatic disputes, the character representing Al in the work always appears wearing a mask - yes, the same style that Margarita people like most.

First there was a crackling fight with real swords and guns. The bloody scene made Al wonder if the Druzi Colony had sponsored a group of slaves (the dark elves like to hold gladiatorial contests and arenas). Then there was a quick plot of the Three Kingdoms, which probably described him leading his troops into the Black Castle.

Then, the masked "King Er Ai" holding a blood-stained sword, followed by ferocious soldiers, surrounded a group of palace servants and women, including the prince himself, in a palace in the harem. He stood between the two sides, roughly pulled open his pants to reveal his spear, and said a line:

"Come, this is the gift of the victor." Then the two human women who played the maids of King Tyrell walked over and knelt down to lick the man's penis while trembling with fear. After licking for a while, the protagonist who was wearing a mask and COSing Al kicked the maid away, and pointed a long sword at the prince and his wife who were hugging each other. Then the princess came over with tears in her eyes, and when she was about to squat, she was also pushed away, and the long sword was pointed at the prince, saying the lines: "War is a man's game! Come here! Kneel down!"

Then the spear was thrust forward in demonstration, as if urging the prince to come in person.

The one for Elle is...

Damn you!

Fight for Osuun later!

Burn the books first (pornographic books and films)!

Another scam for the Confucian scholars (authors of pornographic books and films)!

......

"How is Mr. Rodrigo?" El asked perfunctorily. It was estimated that even the prince himself didn't know whether the other party was ill or not.

Various meetings were held during this period, and all the elites and dignitaries from various principalities who were well-known and ranked high came to Remas to "listen to the teachings of the Lord". And whenever there was an important meeting, Al would specify that the prince and his wife must attend together, but they were only there to listen and had no right to speak, or they would just come out to read a manuscript stuffed into their hands by the clerk. On the surface, this was a sign of my respect for the prince. You see, I still allow him to continue to participate in state affairs!

But it was essentially a demonstration.

The king and queen of the hegemonic principality are now here to tell me that he cannot shut up and that the speechless cannot open their mouths.

What do you think?

"Good day, Your Majesty. Write more about your concern. I am doing well recently."

The prince bowed deeply, touching his chest and saluting to the woman he had mocked in his letter and suggested that she change into women's clothes and come to Miragliano for marriage.

Isabella, who was not among the people being greeted, lifted the hem of her skirt slightly.

"Good day, and greetings to you, your majesty."

Al nodded.

"I heard that you've been missing your hometown, missing Miragliano, is that true?"

"Do you want to go home?" Al changed his hand and supported his chin. There was no expression on his face, but the words he asked were heart-piercing.

Rodrigo did not hesitate at all. He bowed again and stroked his chest, saying, "Who doesn't miss home? But I am still able to survive now, and I am completely relying on the king's mercy. I am a foolish and arrogant sinner. I only hope to serve your majesty in the future and seek mercy. How can I still dream of these things that no longer belong to me?"

It's very smooth, it seems that the plan has been well prepared in advance.

Because there was nothing new after observing for a long time, Valentine's efforts in doing things decreased a lot during this period. For example, she had not yet reported to Al the situation a few days before the summons.

Thinking of this, Al couldn't help but glance upwards.

A tall purple figure was sitting on the stone steps opposite, watching the scenes happening in the field with great interest, but the only two mortals present were completely unaware of it.

Joy and his men are all fun people.

There's no way to hide the fact that there's fun to be had from them.

I don't know where those two birds have gone to cause trouble again. Damn, it's so annoying. Now among the four mothers, only the loving mother has not sent him an assistant. There are three camps, useful and useless Centaurs: Twin Birds + Valentine, two to one.

Too rough...

"That makes sense."

Al nodded.

The humility the prince showed in person was different from his private behavior, in which he "had many complaints and was indignant, and his wife could not persuade him."

An interesting person who is arrogant but not arrogant enough, smart but not smart enough.

Just for this reason, he can live longer in Al.

Chapter 90: Dancing in the Senate

Al had seen the prince many times, feeling very upset, but trying his best to hide it. He was very curious now, and wanted to know more about Rodrigo, who looked about the same age as him now and before he traveled through time. The two could barely be said to be "of the same age", and were once rivals...

What does it look like to be broken, lose composure, and have a drastic change of expression?

Respect your opponent?

———He has conquered all of Tyrell, from Miragliano to Lusigny, and then to Tobaro. Is there any place that has not been slaughtered by him?

The pile of corpses stepped on by the double-headed eagle is enough to make "a river of blood"!

Would he still give the so-called "due respect to nobles and kings" to an "arrogant fool" who provoked this war?

Most of the people who died under his sword may never touch these things until they die. Respect? Taoism?

Scoring situation.

Empire is never sacred, losers are losers.

Al doesn't defend his subsequent actions. His main purpose is to have fun, even if it's a little dark? A little brutal fun...

Of course, he has been feeling angry about some things for a while.

"She is charming without any bones and very beautiful..." He recited a sentence that the couple could not understand, which was used to praise Princess Isabella.

"Can the princess dance?"

The woman's body stiffened slightly. From the address, she had sensed something was wrong.

For example, Al called the prince by his real name "Rodrigo", but still used the honorific title for her.

"I only know some simple court dances."

It is said that the "wise king" Aiel of the neighboring country likes Chinese culture and speaks in a somewhat "Shenzhen" way, so the people will follow the example of their superiors. The Zhen culture that emerged in the United Kingdom soon spread to the territory of Tirell with the expansion of the Aiel Legion.

The people of Zhendan like to use all kinds of metaphors, similes, rhetorical questions, and hints in their conversations, and they quote from classics. It is often difficult for foreigners to hear the true meaning and sarcasm in their words. Coupled with their usual arrogance, the merchants of the Dragon Empire have always been considered difficult to deal with. Even ordinary caravans give people the feeling that they are messengers who have come to convey the will of the Dragon King. If it is an official caravan sent by the princes of the dragon's sons, it is even more amazing. If it were not for the rare goods of Zhendan, which can be sold for several times the profit with just a slight resale, the southerners would be very reluctant to deal with the people of Zhendan.

But no matter what, just keep a low profile.

Ai'er's eyes lit up, and he said, "I come from a remote countryside, and I don't know the etiquette and customs in the city. Every time I encounter such an occasion, I can only restrain my hands and feet. Can you ask the princess to show me some court dance and music?"

"A barbarian who only knows war, a beast cub." Rodrigo criticized in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at Al secretly, but met his half-smiling gaze, and was startled, and hurriedly avoided those eyes.

The gaze from behind the mask was extremely evil, as if it could see through what he was thinking.

Compared to the prince, who was a little slow due to fear and various emotions, Isabella's intuition as a woman was much sharper in this regard.

She did not act immediately, and there was a hint of pleading in her eyes when she looked at El, but His Majesty, who was extremely respected by his people and was unanimously regarded as "the most holy and benevolent", had no intention of respecting ladies or being gentle with them.

The guards standing beside Al took a step forward. Not a single part of their bodies was exposed to the air. They were all covered by heavy black armor. No one knew whether there was a flesh and blood creature behind the iron armor.

They are an extension of the Aiur's will, but outsiders do not know this.

In many cases, it can be used as a substitute for Al's mouth.

such as.

"Please allow the princess to dance." The guard stomped his halberd, creating a small dent in the ground and sending gravel flying everywhere. A deep voice coming from behind the helmet echoed in the assembly hall.

"Please dance, Princess."

All the guards present "came to life" in an instant, as if they were golems that were activated by receiving an order. They all made low muffled sounds in unison, like a thunder echoing in the Senate.

The prince was startled and subconsciously wanted to step back, but with the willpower he had tempered over this period of time, he stopped himself and did not lose his composure again.

But no matter how stupid he was, the prince should have noticed something was wrong. He stood in front of his wife, but was a little at a loss. If he took a step to the left, he could block Al's sight for his wife. If he took a step back, he would stand with Isabella, but he didn't know how to act.

However, it was Isabella who took the initiative to break the deadlock. She took a deep breath, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed to Al again.

"My pleasure."

So she took two steps back, lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked onto the platform in the middle of the conference hall, dancing on the podium where countless Remas elders had spoken passionately and cheered throughout the ages.

The long skirt spun like a blooming lily. Al didn't know what kind of dance this was, but he could feel the rhythmic beauty in it.

The prince stood below, silently watching his wife's dancing figure, his face ashen as he turned his back to Al. However, he had no ability to change it all. He could only watch his wife being humiliated by Al like a lowly dancer.

Maybe it was because she hadn't exercised for a long time, or maybe it was because she was inevitably nervous in such an occasion, but Isabella made a mistake in her dance steps and stumbled. The shoes were not suitable for dancing and she almost sprained her ankle.

"Isabella!" The prince called his wife's name anxiously and worriedly, then turned to look at Al. "Your Majesty..."

The golden mask blocked any view of that face, and Rodrigo could not see the expression on the face of this young king who was probably about the same age as himself.

Al held his cheek with one hand, without making any other moves, but said in an unquestionable manner:

"continue."

The prince withdrew his gaze, trying his best to control his emotions, and looked at his wife with sadness in his eyes.

The princess could only try to restart her previous rhythm, but this pair of shoes was indeed not suitable for dancing. She stumbled a few more times, and her movements became more and more distorted.

Seeing that she was getting more and more out of shape the further she went down, she stopped, took a deep breath and bowed to Al, then bent down and untied the straps of her white high heels, revealing a pair of perfectly shaped feet.

The feeling of her bare feet touching the cold stone bricks made Isabella shiver, but now that she was free from the restraints, she felt much more comfortable. Except for the fact that another chain of humiliation was added to her heart, her dancing posture had regained some of its former beauty.

Rodrigo stood under the platform, looking at the pair of feet that he had never paid much attention to in the past, but he felt that they were so beautiful.

Isabella, his wife, was so charming from head to toe. He now regretted that he had been blinded by pride and had not been more intimate with such a beautiful and charming wife.

Even though the feet were the part of the body he had never taken a fancy to in the past, the prince felt deeply humiliated when it was now so clearly exposed in front of another man.

"Clap clap clap!"

Isabella is beautiful dancing barefoot.

Al couldn't help but applaud her, wondering if there would be an idiom like "dancing barefoot" in the future?

After hearing the applause, Isabella's movements became more brisk, but a hint of sadness inevitably emerged in her eyes, which quickly disappeared after the next spin. This woman controlled her emotions very well. If it weren't for Al's extraordinary perception, he probably wouldn't have captured it so easily.

As the prince listened to Al's applause, he felt humiliated, but at the same time he was thinking expectantly:

Maybe this can stop?

At that time, Al completely shattered the young prince's fantasy with one sentence, and also completely shattered the false sense of security that Al's "kindness" had created for the couple during this period of time.

"Keep dancing—take off all your clothes."

He was furious. Even though his wife, who was also struck by lightning after hearing Al's words, immediately chose to signal him not to act rashly, Rodrigo still couldn't help but turn around angrily and yelled at the masked boy:

"you!"

The second half of his sentence was choked in his neck.

El flashed in front of Rodrigo and clamped the prince's neck with one hand. Obviously, no matter how noble his status was or how talented he was, he was still a mortal in essence and had no ability to compete with the body of God's Chosen One.

Al grabbed the prince's neck and lifted him up. Isabella screamed and fell to the edge of the stage.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty Al!"

The leader of the alliance ignored the pleas of the man's wife. He slowly exerted force, squeezing the prince's throat to force out the air. He looked at Rodrigo with wide eyes glaring at him with hostility, which then gradually turned into fear caused by lack of oxygen. The prince's hands and feet were punching and kicking in the air, but it didn't make any sense to Al.

"You really annoy me."

He pinched the prince's neck "hard", of course not really hard, and then let go. Looking at the prince who was struggling in his hands like a dying salted fish to get that little bit of precious air and intense pain, Al behind the mask spoke in a muffled voice.

"Although I have to thank you for starting the war, and thank you for losing everything, but..."

Chapter 91: Cold Bricks

Ai'er held the prince in one hand and narrated slowly, as if he was recalling or thinking:

"I had no intention of conquering Tyrell so early, even though 'Mother' had been urging me to come here and sacrifice all opponents to blood."

"Your ambition has disrupted my plans, and I'm very upset."