Warhammer

The prince in his hand couldn't hear what he said at all and just struggled. But it didn't matter. Al didn't say these things to make people really listen and think.

He was just venting.

"And therefore, the way I got Tyrell was not in my plan. I originally wanted to spend a few years to let Themis and the others infiltrate the various principalities. It would be best to provoke the internal fighting among the seven principalities again, so that the war you ignited would spread throughout your own lands, and then like Estalia, I want everything to be accomplished in a logical, fair, and unquestionable manner."

"But it seems not bad now." Al tilted his head and made a smiling face to the princess who was kneeling in front of him, hugging his thighs and begging. Of course, the latter couldn't see it because of the mask.

"At least I got everything 'legitimately'. You were the one who started this, and you wrote the letter yourself——"

Al suddenly loosened his grip, causing the prince to fall to the ground, and Isabella quickly threw herself on top of her husband, checking on his condition while using her body to shield Al from the suddenly violent conqueror's further actions.

But she could not resist Al's power. The black tentacles extending from the cracks quickly bound Isabella's hands and feet, pulling her away with irresistible force and holding her in mid-air. Al grabbed the prince by the collar and slapped him twice.

"So, why the hell are you writing to me? Huh?"

Rodrigo was a little confused by this series of stimulations. When he heard El's question, he subconsciously uttered a few vague guttural sounds. El was not in a hurry when seeing this. He slapped him twice with a force that was big enough and painful for mortals, but would not cause a concussion.

"Snapped!"

A purple whip came down, making the prince tremble all over.

For a moment, he seemed to experience the thrill of his soul being pulled out, and his consciousness returned to reality.

"Hmm? Why write a letter?"

Al looked at the prince's face, which was rapidly becoming red and swollen, and raised his hand to slap him.

"I, I, I want to force you to fight, so that I can have a chance to attack the homeland." The prince, who had come to his senses, answered Al's question loudly. Both sides of his cheeks were burning with pain, making the prince, who had experienced the most "beatings" in the past and perhaps only had intimate actions with his wife in private, feel a kind of confusion as if reality was collapsing.

Even after entering the enemy camp, he had a certain mental simulation of the treatment he might suffer, and before that he had never truly experienced what it felt like to be "tortured."

The answer did not satisfy Al, and he slapped the prince again, causing him to step back and fall to the ground. Before he could come to his senses, Al caught up with him and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.

"I'll ask you again, why are you writing? Give me another reason!"

“Let, let you get angry and then leave” “Pah!”

A slap, a pull, and a question, "Why! Tell me!"

"Provoke, provoke" "Bang!" "Say it again!"

Al slapped the prince three times in a row. The handsome face that was once famous for its "handsomeness" in Tyrell was now swollen beyond recognition, with bruises and bloodshot eyes. It looked particularly miserable, but Al still kept asking the same question, as if he had no intention of knowing the answer at all, but just wanted to find a reason to "bully" Rodrigo.

"The last time, I still haven't heard a satisfactory answer - everything you have thought of and everything you cannot think of, I promise, you will have a long 'perfect' experience."

Al lifted the prince up and brought him in front of him, so that the distance between them was less than a palm's length.

The prince's left eye was swollen and tearful, and his right eye was bloodshot. In Rodrigo's eyes, the gorgeous golden mask in front of him was no different from a terrifying and ferocious evil god.

He opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but paused for a moment.

His hands grabbed his pants, his nails dug deep into them, the muscles on his arms were tense, as if he would strike the masked boy at any time, but in the end the prince did not dare to fight back, but tilted his head, endured the pain, endured the abuse of having his dignity trampled on, endured the humiliation of having his "secret" stripped in front of his closest people and biggest enemy, and said:

"envy......"

"Hmm?" Al made a nasal sound.

"I'm jealous of you." Perhaps because he was afraid of being beaten again, or perhaps because he had already said it, it didn't matter anymore. The prince endured the pain in his body and recounted his mental journey nearly a year ago as quickly as possible.

"Your people - even those opponents of Bilbarri - admire and worship you. Your words and your name are even more important to them than the goddess you believe in. I envy you. And your ability. Estalia was already nearly crippled. I could have invaded it without a war. If everything went well, I might have been able to support a 'prince' under my control. But you ruined my plan."

"I read the intelligence that Spider Silk sent back to Blackburg every day. A year ago, Margarita was a declining city. A year later, it has almost recovered to its former state. The new systems and laws you have promoted... I think if I don't restrict you now while you are weak, in five or ten years, Estalia will definitely surpass Tyrell."

"By then, we will still go to war because of interests and ambitions. And it will be difficult for the loose Tyrells to fight against Estalia ruled by people like you, so I will instigate war and use interests to induce the country."

"And...my father made me marry Isabella, and told me that the Visconti dream was to establish an empire that surpassed the 'Besiegers'; I don't want to see you rise, to see you and your country develop peacefully, you have an entire kingdom following you, and I only have a Miragliano, and even they don't fully obey me."

After the prince finished speaking, he clenched his fists again, as if he was struggling. Finally, under Al's silent gaze, he spoke out his last reason:

"Isabella approves of you very much. I often discuss your policies with her. Before I wrote that letter, I thought you would increase your troops in the direction of Tamoto, so I wrote the letter deliberately to anger you."

Case solved.

Al had unwittingly become a factor (bushi) causing instability in the relationship between the first couple of this neighboring country.

He laughed.

"Stupid."

Al slapped him.

"My soldiers slaughtered the Tyrells from top to bottom; Miragliano was burned, Lusigny was bombed to ruins, and my descendants are still hostile to the Tyrells - the sailors of Tobarro Port died because of this."

"It's you. Are you jealous of your wife and me because of you?"

Al laughed loudly, and without waiting for the prince to explain his behavior, he kicked him again. Isabella, who was hung in the air by the tentacles, screamed in panic again, and then kept begging Al for mercy and kindness.

"Okay, it's a bit far-fetched to put all these things on you, but who can blame me for being hypocritical, face-saving, hypocritical, and non-stick? I've killed a lot of people and shed a lot of tears. Didn't those people die because of you? Weren't they killed by Misha?"

"I feel bad for not being able to vent these things to someone."

Al let out a breath, and after the prince spoke his mind, he also expressed his own thoughts.

The Happy Demon, who was sitting on a stone bench with his legs crossed and watching the show, smacked his lips.

Sighing: "This boy is really awkward... Let's get to the point."

Then Al waved his hand, and the tentacles put the princess hanging in the air next to Al. At this time, Isabella's dress was a little messy because of her struggle, and her pair of white jade-like calves and smooth shoulders were exposed.

"I heard that you like mature women - other people's wives. There was a man in the Field family whose wife was taken away by you and he had to hide overseas. He finally crawled back after a narrow escape from death. He also wanted to give your wife to me." Al recalled an important incident, which was related to everything that happened later.

The prince's eyes widened. Even though his muscle twitching pulled the wound, he no longer cared. He just stared at Al with a look of surprise and doubt.

Then he thought about the prince's extremely possessive nature. Unless he particularly liked a non-virgin, he would not even be willing to take her into the Black Castle. He would rather keep her as a concubine outside. If the sisters and aunts outside found lovers or something, he would not care, because desire was the starting point and the end was in courtesy.

This behavior is not good for Al. It causes the family to be broken up, and he doesn’t give them any treatment…

"Listen to my advice, your behavior is not good... He who rapes other people's wives and daughters will be raped by others, alas." Al sighed in a pretentious manner, as if expressing regret.

"Then I can only enforce justice on behalf of heaven today."

In many ways, Al does fit in with what he says and describes himself as: hypocritical, face-conscious, and a non-stick pan.

Another very important point:

Lustful.

I have been feeling a little depressed during this period. Although I conquered Tyrell, it was "passive" and too much unnecessary blood was shed, even among many "innocent people". Although Ai'er does not feel hypocritical about it, it is inevitable that a lot of pressure has accumulated.

He had been wearing the vest of a saintly ruler for too long, and he almost forgot that he was also a devil and an evil person. Otherwise, Claudia and Ann, and later Ms. Nancy...

Al stretched himself and asked his guards to hold one of the prince's hands each, and made him kneel on the ground in the posture of a masked king conquering the prince in the porn film produced by Osuan - from the kingdom to the body, with his face pressed to the ground and his butt raised - he would definitely not poke a man's butt.

In that case, no matter how happy he is now, Alina will make him feel twice as happy later.

Al controlled the tentacles and brought the disheveled Princess Isabella to his front, not far behind the prince.

The princess didn't even need to look up to see her little husband's butt being forced to stick up.

The prince himself could see Isabella's bare feet through the gap between his legs, and they soon came close to Al's boots.

"Isabella!!!"

His swollen face rubbed against the cold stone bricks, but he no longer cared about the pain. He let out a sharp roar like a dying beast.

Chapter 92: The Husband of the Senate is currently guilty

Just like Al said.

He is lustful and fame-hungry. He is not completely good and not completely bad.

Overall, it's quite confusing.

Can't be kind, but can't be cruel either.

When Al learned about the blood flowing at Tobaro Port from Misha, he just said to his eldest daughter: "It's okay, I understand."

He also knew what his eldest daughter was thinking. If it were him, he would indeed be unlikely to kill these sailors.

So Misha carried out the slaughter to protect him, and used her cruelty in the eyes of the Tyrells to establish Aiel's authority - Aiel might be merciful, but there were many people under Aiel who would take up the butcher knife.

He assigned his eldest daughter to return home and gave her a promotion, fearing that she would be wronged.

But he was always depressed because of this "blood that could have been avoided".

He always felt that this was a black pot hanging over his head. Even if it was a black spot on the sun, it was still a black spot. He himself was "invulnerable to all kinds of attacks" and a non-stick pan, but in his heart he had to give up the pot, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.

But he was reluctant to blame all these things on his daughter who was protecting her young father. Naturally, the prince who had been raised and waited to be slaughtered became the best person to vent his anger and take the blame.

Al used his magic tentacles to restrain the princess in front of him, with Isabella's bare feet raised in the air, just touching his calves.

This was a very smart woman, both in her performance after being captured and before. It is said that because she was too capable, she was secretly excluded by her husband's family. They were afraid that because the prince entrusted her with important tasks without reservation and shared power with her, there would be a risk that Visconti would lose power in the future.

But once you become a prisoner, no matter how strong your abilities are, they will be of no use.

It's just a bonus point for charm.

"Shh~"

Al tore open Isabella's long skirt, and her plump thighs and snow-white buttocks were immediately exposed in front of Al.

Parrot Island is covered with lush grass, and the towering mountains can relieve all your worries.

"Snapped!"

"Woo~!"

Al slapped it with a much lighter slap than he had used on her husband, but it still made Isabella cry out in surprise.

This was another huge stimulation for the prince, who was being escorted by his personal guards, with his head down and his buttocks up, and who could only see his wife's pair of white calves pressed against El's legs.

"Let me go! Let me go, bastard!! - I'm going to kill you!" "Kill you!!!" Rodrigo screamed hysterically and struggled desperately under the grip of his bodyguards.

Al started to attack without any hesitation. When he first saw the calm and composed demeanor of this beautiful woman, he had a desire to possess her, as well as the dark desire of a husband.

Having eaten and seen a lot, Ai'er could now delay gratification, and because of the need to conquer the Tyrells, he saved this feast for last.

The stranger's hands wandered on her naked skin, and Isabella's body trembled constantly. Unlike her husband, she knew that in this situation, no matter what she said, it would be useless.

On the contrary, Isabella forced herself to calm down in fear of what she was about to experience, and pleaded with Al, "You are already the king of two countries, and there are so many beauties to pick. Why do you do this to a married woman?"

"The king's reputation must be more important than momentary pleasure... Please consider it."

Al chuckled at this and walked around to the front of the woman. He kicked the prince who was pinned to the ground on his butt, then turned around and unceremoniously reached out and pinched Isabella's pair of trembling breasts hanging in the air and squeezed them hard.

"Woo!"

Looking at the princess, who is in the stage of young womanhood and is now transforming into a mature woman, she has charming facial features, a blushing face, and a lingering sadness and shyness.

"How many of the 'sisters' and 'aunts' that Your Excellency has found are other people's wives? And it has not harmed the Visconti's rule in the Principality, has it?"

"I'm just looking for someone right now...if they're complaining about this, it's probably because they have an itchy neck."

Al simply put his hands up, one on the left and one on the right, and grabbed the woman's breasts and kneaded them. The magic of joy in his body was quickly invading the woman's body, making her body's pleasure rise rapidly.

Suddenly, Al came up to the princess, kissed her cheek, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Serve me, please me, and I will let you return to your country and continue to be princes - Duke of Miragliano."

He didn't lie.

Although the Visconti family has almost lost their prestige due to "Rodrigo's folly", they still have some residual power.

What's more... retaining a ruler who the people already hate can not only preserve his ancestral temple and gain a reputation for benevolence by letting bygones be bygones, but can also completely squeeze out the last bit of value from the prince. Why not do it?

Even if the prince and his wife were allowed to return to Mi City, they would only be, and could only be, El's puppets.

It would be a special experience at that time. Every time Al went on an eastern tour, he would pass through Mi City... He would also often summon the seven dukes to pay homage to the Lord. Normally, they would bring their entourage and families to show their obedience...

As he spoke, the evil young king went around behind the woman again. He simply pressed down on Isabella's body, put his hands through the princess's armpits, and grabbed the pair of erect breasts. Where the two were touching, the fiery dragon had already begun to spit out scorching air.

"How is it?" Al bit Isabella's ear. The prince who was being pressed down over there was still roaring in impotent rage. The cursing, begging, and meaningless crying were so pleasing to Al.

So this is the joy of being a conqueror?

It was his first time experiencing this.

"Do I have any other choice?"

The woman asked back in a trembling voice.

"Yes!" Al was very kind. He was sucking on the princess' neck, planting strawberries one by one, and then spitting out the hair in his mouth and said, "If you don't want to, go to Margarita with him."

Being a slave or being a vassal, this question is easy to think about. Perhaps the humiliation of the two is not much different, and the latter may even be worse, but...

The princess finally nodded painfully and looked at the prince who was being escorted by El's personal guards and struggling with his back to them.