Slime Cultivation Game

If the next war with the Night Demon is won, it would be fine. Marquis Logan has fought again and again despite repeated defeats and saved the people of the North from the clutches of the Night Demon. This can be considered a good story.

If they lose... or if they win, the credit goes to Kallen.

Then Kallen’s existence is a big problem.

As long as Logan still wants the throne, his half-sister will be an obstacle that must be removed.

In this case, it is hard to say what will happen in this meeting.

"The royal family is the most ruthless." Leo shook his head, already thinking about how to strike first.

But he still didn't understand how Logan and his Black Cavalry got here.

"Something's not right." Just as Leo was thinking, Viscount Carter frowned, "Why are there so many Black Cavalry soldiers? Why don't they show any signs of casualties?"

"quantity?"

"Yes, the Black Cavalry is a unit directly under the Duke. Although there are less than 30,000 of them, they are a fully armed heavy cavalry. The selection of soldiers is extremely strict. They are the elite among the elite."

"But didn't Marquis Logan lead them into the Night Demons in Winterhold? I was very sorry at first, thinking that we lost half of our best soldiers in that battle. But it seems that there was no loss of troops at all."

"That shouldn't be the case. We all saw the Marquis's defeat."

"Marquis, rout, elite, Black Cavalry." Leo's heartbeat suddenly quickened after hearing Carter's words: "Mechanicus, Kallen... God of Order, White Cavalry..."

He suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility that even he himself thought was impossible.

And, continuing to speculate along this possibility, he thought of something even more chilling.

Something that could potentially overturn the entire North, and even the Dawn Empire.

"No way...if that's true..." Leo's Adam's apple moved, and he glanced at Saint Frey who was keeping a distance.

"What's wrong, Master?" Shikoti came closer.

"No, nothing. The Black Cavalry will be here soon. Once we meet the commander, everything will become clear."

Leo followed everyone down the observation deck and looked into the distance.

Amid the neighing of horses, the Black Cavalry began to slow down.

Kallen clasped her hands together, nervous.

The burly heavy-armored knight in the lead pulled the reins, lifted his visor, and revealed a solemn face.

It was a face that looked very old.

There were deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his hooked nose, a gray beard on his jaw, and fine lines on his forehead. Only his hair was still bright red.

But it was this face that made everyone present look extremely shocked.

Especially Saint Frey, who unconsciously took two steps back.

"Dad, Dad? Dad? Is that Dad?"

Kallen was the most surprised one among them. She couldn't help but look at Zhuang Ya's heavily armored knight, and there was a tremor in her voice.

"Yeah, it's me. I didn't expect you to be here, Kallen."

The man dismounted, walked to Kallen, and put his hand on her head: "Why did you come back? Aren't you studying in the Mechanicus? Ahem, the North is in such a mess, why did you come back?"

"Dad, is this really dad?" Karen raised her head. The grievances and longing for her father made her almost speechless: "Didn't you already..."

"Yes, it's me, hahahaha, cough cough, don't worry, I'm not dead yet. It seems that they scared my daughter."

The man coughed twice, smiled heartily, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes: "None of the enemies in the north can escape."

As he spoke these heroic words, a strong pressure emanated from him, causing everyone present to tremble in their hearts.

That was a pressure that was no weaker than that of Knight Commander Lennon, and it was the pressure of a strong man above the sixth level.

At the same time, the Black Knights also raised their spears in unison, their voices deafening: "To the North! Glory!"

"Tersk! We will win!"

"The North! Glory!"

"Tersk! We will win!"

The surging fighting spirit and murderous aura that turned into substance rose into the sky.

That is the confidence that only an invincible army possesses, and that is the iron will that only veterans who have fought in many battles possess.

That’s right, this army is the Black Cavalry that the Night Demons fear so much.

That’s right, the heavily armored knight on the horse is Duke Telsk!

The Duke who was supposed to be dead!

Leo turned his head slightly and looked at the dull-eyed Saint Frey.

He saw shock and panic on her face.

That look doesn't seem like a disguise.

"That's true..."

Leo's Adam's apple moved, goose bumps appeared all over his body, his heart kept beating, and his brain was buzzing back and forth.

Yes, his guess came true.

Duke Tersk was not dead, and his Black Cavalry had never been on the battlefield.

The soldiers that Logan led to raid Winterhold were not the Black Knights at all, but another army, so the situation of the war became one-sided.

Duke Telsk kept it a secret from everyone. Perhaps no one except Marquis Logan knew that the Marquis was not dead.

This of course includes the Order Sect.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to send all their armed forces to the front line, nor would they have been able to send a sixth-level knight commander into Winterhold.

So why do this?

Why would the Duke fake his own death?

Where is this black cavalry hiding, and why hasn't it been discovered by the Night Demon?

What is the Duke's purpose?

And why did they show up at this time, when the Order Sect’s forces had been destroyed?

Leo raised his head and met Frey's panicked and horrified eyes.

"No enemy in the north can escape."

The enemy the Duke was talking about, the direction his sword was pointing at, was it the Night Demon, or...

What about the Cult of Order?

Chapter 98: A proud princess or a hungry mother...

The night Leo broke into Kallen's tent.

Miss Shikoti stood outside the tent, folding her arms, listening to the occasional moans coming from inside. She felt unhappy, but at the same time, she rubbed her legs gently and slowly.

Her eyes were a little blurry, her breathing was a little rapid, and her ears were a little hot.

"No, you can't do this, Shikoti, you have to restrain yourself, all this is for the happiness of the master..."

"You can't always think that you can monopolize the master. You belong to the master, but the master is not just yours..."

"Karen, Karen is willing to die for her master, you should accept her..."

Miss Slime kept muttering to herself, comforting herself while guarding the tent door.

She couldn't let in the messengers who came and went.

Inside the tent, Leo had already pressed Kallen under him, pressed her against the bed, admiring her complex face.

On the face of the Northern Princess, there is aristocratic pride, the stubbornness to endure humiliation, and love that cannot be concealed.

Her breathing was already hot, and her body was shaking under the stimulation of hormones. But she still tried to control her mind.

Kallen has always been a person with strong opinions. She chose to leave her hometown and go to a foreign country for her dream. She was willing to sacrifice her own life to protect the lives of her people. She chose to leave her beloved Leo for the sake of her belief in loyalty.

So, it was difficult for her to accept Leo having another woman.

Even though she was deeply in love.

"Leo, do I know what I'm doing?" She pushed Leo's hands, trying to take the initiative into her own hands: "You are betraying Miss Shikoti."

"Betrayal? No no no, Shikoti is outside the tent." Leo clamped Kallen's hands with a wicked smile and raised them above her head: "If she thinks I am betraying her, I won't come in."

"..." Karen struggled stubbornly, tears already seeping from the corners of her eyes: "But...but what about me, are you going to let me share you with her?"

"right……"

"What?" Kallen opened her eyes wide, unable to believe the answer she heard.

"I'm right..." Leo's other hand had already reached under the princess's underwear and unbuttoned the last button: "Karen, it's not that you and Shikoti share me. It's that you and Shikoti own me together."

"Does it make any difference?"

"Well, the difference is, it will make you feel better."

Leo suddenly pulled the underwear off Kallen, and the princess's flawless white body was exposed in front of him.

Creamy skin, a slim waist, a cute belly button, well-shaped breasts that are not too big, and long, slender legs.

No matter which world you are in, such bodies are rare. When Leo thought that the owner of such an exaggerated and sexy body was a high and mighty princess, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

The contrast between her long red hair and her fair skin made Miss Kallen's seductive body even hotter.

But unlike Shikoti's wildness and passion, Karin showed the shyness and restraint that only a young girl has when facing Leo.

Because her hands were clamped, she had no way to cover her body and could only twist back and forth, clamping her legs together and closing her eyes.

A feeling of humiliation she had never experienced before filled her mind. But what surprised Karen herself was that it was mixed with an inexplicable pleasure.

"You...you're a bastard, Leo..."

"Well, I admit it, I'm a bastard." Leo smiled playfully and lowered his head to kiss Kallen's lips.

The Princess of the North gritted her teeth, but felt an electric shock.

Leo's actions were not as brutal as she had imagined. Instead, he kissed her very gently, first the corners of her mouth, then her lips, and little by little he took her lips into his mouth and licked them continuously.

At the same time, Leo's other hand also climbed up her peaks and wandered along her fascinating curves.

How could an inexperienced girl resist the caress of a veteran in the field of lust? Under Leo's touch, Karin's body gradually responded, and her clenched teeth opened unconsciously.

"Um... um... I... I don't want to... I... um——"

Kallen's closed eyes suddenly opened.

It turned out that Leo had pried open her teeth, caught her escaping tongue, and began to suck it unscrupulously.

Leo's hot breath rushed into her mouth, and Kallen's mind went blank.

At this moment, she forgot about poetry and the dignity of a princess... saliva slid from the corners of her mouth during Leo's deep kiss.

At the same time, Leo's hands also climbed to the top of the mountain, fiddling quickly and gently.

“Hmm…oh…ah…”

Miss Karin's desire swelled in an instant, and a tingling sensation surged from every corner of her body to her sea of ​​consciousness.

Her legs kicked unconsciously on the bed, and the bedding was pulled out of shape by her.

Her waist shook back and forth and her eyes slowly closed again.

She finally stopped resisting and let Leo ravage her.

This is not what I want... Leo forced me to do this, I can't do anything about it... Yes, that's it, I'm not a cheap woman, I just can't do anything...

She kept repeating these words in her mind, constantly seeking psychological comfort.

But the body is more honest than the mind.

Kallen responded to Leo's demands with her immature kissing skills, and under Leo's guidance, she extended her tongue outside her lips and stretched out the tip of her tongue for him to suck.

The fair skin had long been swallowed up by the redness, and sticky, crystal liquid was already flowing between her legs.

So Leo let go of her hands, and both hands wandered over her body, caressing every inch of her hot skin.

His lips moved slowly down the corners of her mouth to her swan's neck, licking and sucking gently.