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Aenarion helped the seriously injured Mariana up, and with his right hand, he caressed her slender waist without a trace of fat through a layer of purple silk as thin as a cicada's wing.

"As you wish, dear."

Mariana nodded, and unceremoniously placed her left hand on Aenarion's shoulder, and walked weakly toward the door. At this moment, the leopard girl had regained consciousness, and even her wounds had mostly healed, except for her hands that were pierced by spears and could never heal.

When she saw Aenarion supporting Mariana out, she immediately roared angrily and twisted her body restlessly.

"Be good, it's over. We don't have to fight anymore. From now on, what Aenarion says is as important as what I say. You must obey it."

Mariana gently stroked her pet's head. The Leopard Woman looked at her in confusion and stopped struggling obediently. The two of them then pulled out their spears and untied the ropes. Clusters of pink buds emerged from her palm, where a transparent hole had been opened, and the wound was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Turn into a leopard so I can touch it?"

Aenarion gave a tentative order, and the leopard girl obeyed obediently and turned into a big golden cat. Aenarion reached out and stroked her golden fur. Well, it felt good, not much different from petting a cat. He sometimes stroked the hair on the top of the leopard's head, sometimes gently scratched the fur on her chin, and then gently patted the end of her tail, just like playing with a cat at home.

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His skillful cat-stroking technique made the Leopard Girl squint her eyes comfortably. Although she didn't open her mouth, her throat and abdomen hummed like an engine.

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Chapter 24: Second Magic Pet

After making sure that his order was useful, Aenarion did not mention signing a pet contract this time. Instead, he directly said that there was a contract and asked her to help sign it. Mariana also nodded in agreement obediently.

He stretched out his index finger and stroked the leopard's fangs. With his left hand, he lifted the purple cloak that covered her plump body. With his right hand, he let the blood drip onto her snow-white belly button.

Aenarion chanted a spell, and blood flowed down her fair skin, quickly turning into an incomparably exquisite magic array on her flat white belly. Two scarlet bat wings wrapped with thorny roses quietly unfolded on both sides of a peach heart shaped like a uterus. In the center of the peach heart, Aenarion's name was written.

And in the dark, an illusory pink chain was tied around the pirate's slender neck, and the other end of the chain was directly connected to Aenarion's heart.

The contract was signed successfully. Aenarion looked at his panel with joy. Artemisia had given him one of her Slaanesh Marks. What ability would Mariana give him? Her beastly transformation? Or a new Slaanesh Mark?

[Magic Pet Ability·Beastiality Curse]: Curse a target. If the Fortitude save fails, the target will be transformed into any animal not exceeding the target's level. The transformation lasts for 1 minute for each point of magic power consumed.

Any damage done to the target requires a new Fortitude save to break free of the curse.

Hmm... the feedback of the familiar ability is not the mark of Slaanesh, nor is it the transformation of beast, but a curse spell? Aenarion looked at this ability with a subtle expression.

This magic can transform oneself or a friendly army into a wolf or leopard, enhancing combat capability and making up for the weakness of being poor in close combat and having no damage. Or one can transform oneself or a friendly army into a fish or a seagull, gaining the ability to swim and fly and adapting to the harsh battlefield environment.

Alternatively, you can transform the enemy into sheep or frogs to reduce their combat effectiveness. The functionality is very powerful, but the duration is a bit short. I am a second-level warlock, and with +1 spellcasting level, I can only transform people for three minutes. It seems that I really need to find a way to increase the duration of the spell.

Forget it. Warlocks have few known spells. A level 2 warlock like me only has 5 first-ring spells. It would be nice to have an extra spell with strong functions and versatility. As for toughness immunity, a warrior's toughness is generally very high, but a spellcaster's toughness is relatively low. This is a curse against the spellcaster.

Aenarion heaved a sigh of relief. The stone that had been weighing on his heart for days finally disappeared. Now, the captain and the deputy captain of the Pride of Caesar had become his familiars. He also had enough money to redeem himself and no longer had to worry about being sold as a slave.

Wait, that's not right? Now that I control the captain and the vice-captain, I am the true master of Caesar's Pride. Why should I redeem myself? Why should I go to Smyrna? Why should I join forces with such a dangerous Slaanesh warband? The entire Mediterranean, I can go wherever I want now!

Aenarion excitedly called Artemisia over and told her his plan, intending to hold the two captains hostage in order to control the pirates.

However, the captain and deputy captain, Mariana and Artemisia, interrupted his fantasy in unison.

"Impossible. The pirates won't agree. I can convince them to fight the Bulgarians because the two sides don't like each other. And now that a civil war has broken out, they can put all the blame on the Venetians. They can make money but don't have to bear any responsibility."

"But, you want them to leave the admiral's fleet? How will these pirates make a living in the future? The Ottomans destroyed our homeland, and my noble people became slaves. Those who escaped by chance can only wander on the sea.

The caravans on the Aegean Sea are well guarded, and there are pirates everywhere except us, which is very dangerous. There is a pirate fleet that believes in the Lord of Change, and they often cause trouble for us. The navies of other countries also want to kill us.

Only by uniting together can we attack some big fish and avoid being attacked by other pirates. If you want me to persuade these pirates to break away from the admiral and work alone, you must at least promise them a brighter future. "

Artemisia analyzed the current situation and continued seriously, "We are best friends. I am willing to leave Caesar's Pride with you and go somewhere else. However, those pirates, facing a matter that concerns their survival, will not easily obey the orders of our two captains. In serious cases, they may even mutiny."

Mariana nodded in agreement and looked at Aenarion with a strange look. "Besides, why do you want to leave? With your ability, it won't be a problem for you to become a vice captain in the Slayer Warband. If the fleet expands and new warships are added, it is not impossible for you to become a captain. At that time, you can eat and drink with the admiral, and we can have a good time together. We can also have a party every day. What's wrong with that?"

What's wrong with that? It's a big deal! I don't want to hang my head on my belt, burn, kill and plunder with a bunch of evil god believers, and be chased by the Venetian navy from time to time.

Aenarion fell into deep thought. Indeed,

This request was a bit excessive. It was tantamount to letting a ship of pirates lose their livelihood. Unless he could charm all the pirates on the ship, they would not agree to such a request. It would not be a good idea to continue staying with these cultists.

However, he had controlled two captains and commanded so many brave sailors, so he was reluctant to abandon the power he had worked so hard to obtain.

By the way, don't I have an Eastern Roman princess in my hands? I think I was her attendant. Maybe Zhao'an is also a way out?

Thinking of this, Aenarion stood up and looked for Indrognir, explaining his purpose.

"To be honest, these pagans who believe in the evil god Slaanesh have been polluted. Even if I dare to take it, my brother won't dare to take it."

The little girl, Indrognir, had now turned back into human form, and was trying to appear dignified, trying to remain calm in front of Aenarion's breathtakingly handsome face.

"But you haven't been corrupted yet. How about this, Aenarion? As the princess of the Eastern Roman Empire, I invite you to come back to me again. When we arrive in Smyrna, you must do everything you can to protect me to the nearest Venetian or Eastern Roman city. At that time, I will give you a 40-meter-class Galleon! It has the same configuration as the Venetian navy ship that is chasing you, and it is much larger than this small pirate ship!

You can do whatever you want with this boat, follow me or go home."

Aenarion thought about it and felt that this was a way out. He could take Artemisia away and have a companion whom he could trust unconditionally.

Mariana stayed in Caesar's Pride, continued to control the Emperor's Pride as a spy, and returned to the demons - this gang was one of the most notorious pirates in the Aegean Sea. By then, she would be able to tell them the information and location of the Slayers, which would be very useful whether they were looking for someone to wipe them out, avoid them, or use these pirates to cause trouble.

After thinking it over, Aenarion bid farewell to Indrognir, found his two familiars, and told them his final decision.

"Why do you let me stay here as a spy? I want to go with you too."

Mariana was a little disappointed, but she still accepted Aenarion's idea.

"Forget it. Since it's your order, I'll execute it. However, it's a bit dangerous for the four of you to cross the Aegean Sea, which is full of pirates and Italians. How about this? Come to my room and I'll give you the slave contract and chains that I used to capture the leopard girl. Nidalee will go with you. I'll feel more at ease with her protecting you."

Mariana pulled Aenarion back to her room. When she saw Aenarion coming in, she slammed the door shut, took off her purple cloak embroidered with gold thread, and draped it over Aenarion lovingly. Her amber eyes were full of reluctance.

Without the cloak, her beautiful body was exposed to the air. Her snow-white, sexy body was flawless, without a single scar or blemish under the treatment of magic drugs, her slender and fit figure was without a single trace of fat, and her slender and flexible waist formed a very sharp contrast with her round and plump buttocks.

Compared to Artemisia's tall and beautiful figure, Mariana looked more like a mature young woman. Before Aenarion could react, she crawled on the ground like a wild beast, raised her peach-like buttocks, and walked on the ground with her knees and hands. While circling around Aenarion, she used her bright red lips and nimble tongue to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.

Two soft, bell-shaped snow-capped peaks drooped down with her seductive movements, swaying and colliding in the air, creating flesh-colored ripples that made Aenarion furious.

It was really strange. I was obviously a lesbian and had no sexual interest in men, but why did this man exude a fatal attraction in every move? Just looking at him made me feel muddy and horny.

Mariana was too lazy to think about such trivial matters. He was leaving soon, and it would be a waste if she didn't enjoy the last moments. She knelt in front of Aenarion, serving his magnificent marble pillars with her mouth and tongue. She looked up at the warlock who had signed the contract with her with seductive eyes, and rubbed his body with her small red tongue, letting out a burst of hot white liquid from her beautiful red lips, dripping on two soft snow-capped peaks.

Mariana smiled and swallowed all the white liquid. Then she held her breasts with both hands and licked the turbid liquid on her soft skin in small sips. Then she turned her body and lay on the ground like a female leopard, shaking her already wet buttocks, rubbing against Inarion's thighs, inviting her master to come in.

Aenarion pounced forward, lying on her smooth jade-like back, satisfying the lesbian's emptiness and bringing her the pleasure that women could not give each other when they pleasured each other. His perfect body, like a marble sculpture, hit her plump buttocks, creating flesh-colored ripples that made people fantasize. The purple cloak on her shoulders, which exuded a faint fragrance, rippled with thousands of layers of waves under Aenarion's violent movements.

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Chapter 25: The High Lord

After making love, Mariana squinted her eyes comfortably, stretched her white arms forward, raised her muddy buttocks dripping with cream, and in human form, stretched out her body in a way that only cats would do, like a cat that had stolen a lot of fish, and then she lay directly on the floor and rolled over.

Inarion looked at her with some curiosity, he had raised cats before and this is what a female cat does after mating. It is said that rolling like this can greatly increase the probability of conception, but she is in human form now, will this work?

After rolling on the ground for a few times, Mariana got up again. She took out the key from her waist bag, opened the safe in the captain's room, took out a booklet, and quickly wrote down three elven slaves, Artemisia, Nidalee, and Aenarion, on the death list. The notes said that they were killed by the Venetians, which meant that these people were already illegal residents on the pirate ship and had completely left the Slayer Gang.

"I'm giving you my purple robe. It's a magical item, a cloak of charm. It can increase the wearer's charm by +2. It's just right for a warlock like you."

Aenarion was a little surprised to find that his charm increased from 18 to 20 after putting on the cloak. Charm is the main attribute of a warlock's spellcasting, the higher the better. It not only enhances the strength of the spell, but also increases extra mana. His own mana also increased from 10 to 11 due to the increase in charm.

Mariana rummaged through her own small treasury and took out a palm-sized waist bag, a sheepskin roll, and a collar and chain.

"This is a dimensional bag. Don't underestimate it because it's small. The inside is bigger than the outside. It has a space of 10 cubic meters and can hold objects weighing more than kilograms. It should be helpful for your journey. There are Grosso inside. Use them sparingly on the road. There is also a conch shell for communication. If you speak to that conch shell, the conch shell on my side will hear you."

Mariana looked into Aenarion's eyes and said reluctantly.

"Then this parchment scroll is the contract I signed to subdue the leopard girl Nidalee. As long as you carry this with you, you can command her like me. If you want to go to a normal human city, I suggest you let her stay in leopard form and tie this around her neck. This girl was raised by wild beasts, not humans. I caught her in the forest of Greece. Although I taught her some Greek, this girl still retains many wild beast habits. It's okay. It's best to let her stay in leopard form to avoid being exposed."

"Okay, although some of your previous actions made me very unhappy, I will reluctantly forgive you because you gave me something. Also, don't act like we are parting forever. I will probably be active near the Aegean Sea in the future, so I can still see you anytime I want."

Aenarion placed the Leopard Woman's binding contract into the dimensional bag, and walked out of the cabin wearing a purple cloak that smelled of Mariana's perfume.

At this moment, Smyrna was very close. From the deck, one could already see the rolling mountains and the jagged coastline of Asia Minor.

A very old and huge city stands on the beach. The green palm groves and the red and gray brick and stone walls complement each other. Countless white churches and temples, surrounded by rows of houses, appear particularly holy and dazzling. Tall minarets reach straight into the sky.

In the cool sea breeze, the blue surface of the Aegean Sea ripples slightly, and waves beat against the long seawall. Fishes such as the phoenix tail and silver arrow frequently jump out of the water. Flocks of seagulls fly among the blue waves. The scenery where the water and the sky meet is beautiful.

Artemisia packed her things and prepared to set off. The two elves had nothing to take, but they had the contract to protect them. Aenarion called over the leopard girl. The girl blinked and looked at her new master in confusion. She crawled on the deck on her knees and hands. Her flexible waist made her soft buttocks swing back and forth, creating seductive arcs in the air.

"Be good, come on, put this on and turn into a leopard."

Aenarion took out the collar, passed his arm through her long black hair that was as soft as a waterfall, and tied the cold steel chain around her snow-white, slender neck. After seeing the contract, the leopard girl did not resist at all from beginning to end. Instead, she obediently stretched out her tongue and licked the back of Aenarion's hand and face, letting him lead her. Then, she transformed into a golden leopard again.

At the same time, Mariana took out some Turkic felt coats, animal skin waistcoats, headscarves and hats to dress up the four people, making them look less eye-catching, especially covering up Aenarion's exaggerated face that was so beautiful that it would prevent any trouble.

Although the pirates were puzzled by their boss's choice, according to Artemisia, Mariana and the remaining werewolves were now her subordinates and would no longer be hostile to the elves. Instead, they would obey their orders. And she was now preparing to do something very secret and would come back later, so she did not say anything.

Forget it. It doesn’t harm me anyway, so who cares.

Seeing the Smyrna port getting closer and closer, Aenarion felt a little excited.

According to Artemisia, the Ottoman Empire was composed of Turkic ogres, Mongolian orcs, Persian mind flayers, Arab Ghiz, Kurdish Goliaths, Armenian

The gray dwarves of Asia, the elves of Greece and Asia Minor, and Yugoslavia, are multi-ethnic countries composed of beastmen such as Serbia and Bulgaria. I have never seen cities and communities composed of so many fantastic species. It is really exciting to witness these fantastic monsters with my own eyes.

As time went by, Aenarion could already see the port of Smyrna, but what puzzled him was that when he looked over, he could only see elves dressed in Turkic style. They were tall and slender, some of them wearing vests or tops woven from animal fur, and some of them wearing silk clothes with exquisite and complex patterns, but they all wore turbans on their heads, or wore strange cylindrical hats with tassels.

"Eh? Artemisia, didn't you say that there were a lot of ogres, mind flayers, and so on in the Ottoman Empire? And Smyrna is the largest port city in the empire, so why can I only see elves?"

Aenarion was a little disappointed. Where were the legendary ogres? Where were the mind flayers?

"It's not that easy to meet them. The elves were the masters of Greece thousands of years ago. They colonized the entire Asia Minor along with Alexander the Great and the Roman Augustus. The entire Greece and Asia Minor are the core areas of the elves."

Indrognir clenched his fists.

“The empire lost Asia Minor only a few hundred years ago, and the main ethnic group here is still the elves, which should number more than 10 million. Even the ogres, the core ethnic group of the Ottomans, number no more than 1 million. The number of other monsters is even smaller. There are slightly more Mongolian orcs, and the mind flayers from Persia, the Githzerai and Githyanki who came out of the Arabian Desert but split because of the doctrinal issues of Sunni and Shia, and the gray dwarves from Armenia are very small in number. They can only be encountered frequently in Persia, Arabia, and Armenia.

So, 90% or even 80% of the Ottoman population are still elves conquered by these Turkic barbarians. However, these elves who fell into Asia Minor were completely Turkified and even believed in Islam! They believed in other evil gods! They wielded their butcher knives against the orthodox Greek high elves. We generally call these Turkified scums dark elves. They are as evil as the Ottomans and are not worth saving. "

"I see."

Aenarion nodded. Before he traveled through time, someone had done a genetic comparison on the Turkish people. It was true that their bloodline was 80% or 90% similar to that of the Greeks. The Turkic bloodline had long since faded out in the face of the large population base of the elves.

"Not worth saving? You can't save it!"

Seeing how righteously the little princess Indrognir spoke, Artemisia could no longer sit still and began to sneer.

"How many people in the Empire have been driven to revolt by the incompetence of the Palaiologos? If the Empire could save us from the Ottomans, why would we change the faith we have followed all our lives? Live under the slavery of the Ottoman ogres? Or risk our lives as pirates like I did? When I prayed to the Emperor and God, no one responded. The only one who responded to me was the heretical god you mentioned."

"You pagan..."

Indrognir's face turned red after being scolded. He wanted to refute, but didn't know how to say it.

"Okay, stop arguing. We still have some time before the shore. Tell me the story of the Ottomans. It seems like you two know each other well."

Aenarion was somewhat curious. He knew very little about the Ottoman Empire and wanted to know what this multi-ethnic empire from another world looked like.

“I’m familiar with this. My teacher told me when I was a kid that the ruler of the Ottoman Empire was the Sultan. Under the Sultan were twelve high-ranking lords. These thirteen people together formed the Diwan, the supreme council of the Ottoman Empire.

Indrognir said proudly, showing off the knowledge he had learned.

The four Sword-bearing Vichirs are high military lords, one of whom is the Imperial Warmaster. They lead the twenty Janissary legions, the levies and navies of various worlds.

The four Seal-bearers, the Vichielles, were lords of high cultural families and formed the internal affairs department, which was responsible for the appointment and dismissal of officials, as well as all matters of varying magnitude in finance, diplomacy, industry, commerce, etc.

The two canon judges are in charge of the Ministry of Law and the Inquisition respectively. The former is responsible for upholding religion and law, while the latter is responsible for eliminating heresy with everything including fire and hammer.

The last two are the Chancellor of the Imperial Seals and the Chief of Spyrooms. They are the Sultan’s close friends and loved ones. One is responsible for drafting edicts, and the other is responsible for managing the empire’s vast intelligence network and sending out assassins from the Court of Assassins to incite, sabotage, and assassinate.

The Sultan himself is the thirteenth person in the Diwan Council and is the supreme leader of both the secular and religious spheres.”

Aenarion was a little confused. This system sounded familiar. No wonder the Emperor was from Asia Minor.

Chapter 26: Izmir

As the three were chatting, the Pride of Caesar also docked at the port. Some elves dressed in Turkic costumes warmly welcomed the ship and said a series of very strange words.

Aenarion was stunned for a moment, not understanding, and Artemisia began to speak the same strange words, communicating with the sailors on the dock.

"They spoke in Turkish. These sailors welcomed us to Izmir."

Looking at Aenarion's puzzled face, Indrognir acted as an interpreter with a gloomy face.

"Izmir? Isn't this Smyrna?"

Aenarion

asked curiously.

"Those arrogant Ottomans changed the names of all places. Smyrna became Izmir, Nicaea became Iznel, Adrianople became Edirne, and Constantinople was going to be changed to Constantiniere. It was so annoying."

Indrognir's face fell even more.

"Okay, Your Majesty, please speak more quietly. Although these dark elves have switched to speaking Turkish, they also know some Elvish."

Irene advised worriedly.