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At this moment, the coastal hinterland of the Roman Empire would no longer be threatened by other navies. The navy of the Roman Empire bypassed the Greek peninsula and came to Corfu Island, seeking supplies in Epirus, quickly building a naval base, and constructing a new line of defense.

The Venetian Navy could no longer send troops directly from the Aegean Sea. If they wanted to start a war, they could only start from Venice, and would be directly pinned down on Corfu by the Roman Navy.

After completing military preparations, Aenarion also sent envoys to negotiate with the Duke of Venice, trying to use the power of a great victory to force the other party to withdraw from the war so that he could free up his hands to slowly erode and annex the Janissary states.

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Chapter 375: The Saint's Sad Wish

To celebrate the victory, Aenarion held a grand banquet in Heraklion and began to reward the sailors. The sailors were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling as they held a large amount of Venetian coins.

With so many ships being built, the sailors with the highest contributions were directly promoted to new captains and mates. However, their sailors have not been fully staffed yet, so they have to take it slow.

As for the silver-haired Joan of Arc, she was a little unhappy. She sat aside sulking. She originally thought that the credit for killing the admiral of the Love Sea Fleet belonged to her, but the lich inexplicably resurrected and played a trick on her. In the end, it was Aenarion who killed the man, and she was almost killed. In the end, the only credit she got was those few soldiers she killed. This amount of money might be a lot for ordinary people, but for her, it was not enough to fill her teeth.

What's even more annoying is that he doesn't recognize any of the soldiers celebrating around him. The only Joan of Arc he's familiar with is currently busy governing the country with a bunch of Aenarion's staff, discussing state affairs, and having a great time chatting. He can't understand a word they're saying, and can't get a word in. It's so annoying.

Aenarion looked at the silver-haired Joan of Arc, who was huddled in the corner, feeling depressed, and could probably guess what she was thinking. So, amid the cheers of the crowd, he strode up to Joan of Arc, grabbed her right hand, and gently pulled her up.

"Let's toast to Lady Joan of Arc with this first glass of wine! She killed the Venetian admiral! Although that guy was resurrected later and sank to the bottom of the sea by me, it was because Joan of Arc killed him once, causing him to lose all his weapons and equipment, as well as protective magic, which made it easy for me to succeed.

Therefore, the honor of beheading the Venetian admiral should be shared by Joan of Arc and me. Let's cheer for her!"

"Joan! Joan! Joan!"

The sailors raised their glasses enthusiastically and gave their most sincere blessings to their comrades. The governor's full set of magic equipment and property were also taken by two soldiers and handed over to the two men. Aenarion, who had taken the top equipment of the Eastern Roman Empire, looked down on the equipment of Venice and gave all to the other party.

The silver-haired Joan of Arc was a little overwhelmed by the cheers and celebrations of the crowd, but she quickly adapted and happily accepted everyone's praise. The 11th Battalion of the Emperor's Children of the Third Legion had just been formed, and the centurion had not yet been decided, but it was directly awarded to Joan of Arc. A large number of soldiers of the Third Legion cheered and danced, welcoming such a brave paladin to become their centurion at the banquet. All kinds of praise and cheers, as well as the glory and money in her hands, made Joan of Arc smile from ear to ear, and she couldn't stop laughing foolishly in the praise of the crowd.

Aenarion was a very good man.

After dividing the money, everyone happily started the banquet. Joan of Arc, whose experience, knowledge and culture were taken away by her other half, was soon infected by the cheerful atmosphere of the soldiers. She mingled with the soldiers, ate big chunks of meat, drank big bowls of wine, and even competed with the soldiers to see who could finish a barrel of wine first. A Viking sailor who was over three meters tall and Joan of Arc, who was less than one meter eighty, put their feet on the table, picked up the one-meter-high barrel and drank from it!

Around them, a large number of soldiers who were watching the fun were also cheering and cheering. The cheerful atmosphere was soaring to the sky as they watched the two men compete in drinking speed!

"She looks a lot like you, except for her hair color. Are you two...relatives?"

Unlike the bold and straightforward sailors and soldiers, the staff officers of the General Staff sat together elegantly to drink and eat. They looked at the mischievous silver-haired Joan of Arc, and then looked at the very elegant blonde Joan of Arc who was sitting next to them, and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

"No, I don't know her."

The blonde Joan of Arc took a look at the drunken half-body, her face turned black, and she covered her forehead helplessly.

After winning the drinking contest, the silver-haired Joan of Arc got a little drunk and started looking for fun at the banquet, wanting to join in all activities. In order to encourage soldiers to exercise and increase the fun of life, Aenarion introduced many sports activities, and small activities such as arm wrestling could also be played at the banquet. Joan of Arc found it extremely novel and wanted to play everything and try everything. With her skills, ordinary centurions and thousand-man captains were no match for her and were soon beaten to a pulp.

The drunk Joan of Arc had a great time. The cheerful dinner lasted from sunset until midnight before it was barely over. The soldiers who had had a great time returned to the tents in groups of three or five. Joan of Arc was very drunk at the moment. The whole world was spinning in front of her. The army's base had changed after entering Heraklion. She had no idea how to get back to the new camp. She had played too crazy just now and had long been out of touch with her soldiers and could not find them. At this moment, she simply fell asleep on the banquet table.

"Hey, why are you lying here? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

As usual, Aenarion waited until all the soldiers returned to the camp before preparing to rest. Then, he spotted Joan of Arc, who was left alone at the carnival scene, and hurriedly walked up to her to ask.

"I...I like lying here."

The silver-haired Jeanne d'Arc was unwilling to admit the fact that she was so drunk that she couldn't even see the road, and was even more unwilling to admit that she lost her soldiers on her first night as a centurion, so she said it in an extremely stubborn manner.

"Then put on some clothes, but it's quite cold at night, don't catch a cold."

Aenarion took off his purple robe and put it on Joan's shoulders. This time he was having a celebration banquet with a lot of soldiers, so he didn't wear the purple and gold dragon robe, but the purple robe that generals and nobles were qualified to wear. It was also suitable for a centurion to wear it. After all, apart from the legion commanders, the highest-ranking officer was the centurion.

Joan of Arc sniffed and sniffed the blood on her robe without saying a word. She felt her waist a little stiff and it was uncomfortable to sleep on her stomach, so she simply lay on the ground wrapped in her robe and looked at the bright starry sky.

“The atmosphere in your barracks is not

That's right, I can see that those soldiers truly love you, just like when I was in France, those soldiers also truly supported me."

"Yeah, do you like it here?"

Aenarion was also a little tired, and he lay on the ground next to Jeanne, also gazing at the vast galaxy.

"Yeah, I like it very much, but it's a little hot here in Greece. It's autumn and it's still like summer. In Orleans, you should wear thick clothes at this time."

"What's it like back home? I've never been to France."

Aenarion's curious words seemed to open Joan's chatterbox. Even though all her culture was given to the other half, she tried to use the few remaining poor words to vividly describe her hometown. Aenarion acted as a good listener, listening to her words quietly.

"So, do you miss home?"

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, and her excited expression gradually faded.

"Home? I don't have a home anymore. I don't even know if my parents are still alive. In my first year in the army, I led the French army to two victories. In revenge, the British army raided my hometown and burned the entire village to ruins. The bodies in the flames were burned to ashes and could not be identified. Since then, I have never seen my parents and friends again, and I don't know whether they are dead or alive. I have been deceiving myself in my heart, hoping that my parents and childhood playmates are not among those ashes and corpses. Although, all this is just a delusion to deceive myself."

Jeanne said self-deprecatingly.

"If you think about it carefully, the King of France and the King of England are relatives. It has nothing to do with me whether the throne of France falls on either of them. I am just an ordinary girl from a farmer's family. I live an ordinary life with a piece of farmland and a pasture at home and more than a hundred sheep. My parents taught me how to be the leader of the flock, how to command those tall and mighty Pyrenean sheepdogs to help me manage the flock, how to castrate the testicles of rams to make them more docile and obedient, how to squeeze the milk of ewes, and how to deliver lambs.

Life was plain but warm. My father’s sheepdog gave birth to a very cute puppy, with pure white fur. It ran on the grassland like a flying cloud. I usually slept with it in my arms and took care of it myself. Life was plain but warm.

But as a child, I always dreamed of becoming a hero. At that time, the French government reported that the British had invaded our hometown and called on us to take up arms, fight bravely, and protect our king and land. I also fantasized about becoming a French hero, defending my country, and on that day, I was chosen by God to become His angel. Then, I stepped onto the battlefield and left my hometown where I would never return.

The rest of the story is what you know. I succeeded! I became the saint of France, admired by everyone! The hero of France!"

With her brain paralyzed by alcohol, Joan of Arc began to speak from her heart.

"But after I became successful and famous, and after I separated from my other half, my mind became clearer and clearer. What I wanted was never these damn glories! Not even the promise of my soul going to heaven after death! What I wanted was just a happy and complete family, a family that I had abandoned with my own hands! I originally had everything, but I gave up the most important thing to me with my own hands.

If I hadn't joined the army, wouldn't my hometown have become a ruin? Wouldn't my parents, my sheep, and my dog ​​have become charred corpses in the flames? I no longer have a home, and the other half of me is still thinking about military glory and going to heaven every day. I'm so tired. I just want to live a good life. Maybe, I can use the money I earn today to buy a pasture and some sheep? "

Joan of Arc's emotions gradually got out of control. She stood up from the ground drunkenly, roaring at the starry sky, with tears streaming down her eyes.

Aenarion sighed and took the drunk and crying Joan of Arc into his arms, hugging her delicate and trembling body and gently patting her back until she fell asleep from drunkenness and exhaustion.

When Joan woke up the next day, she found herself lying in the tent of the centurion of the 11th Battalion, with a soft blanket beneath her and Aenarion's blood-stained purple robe on her body. Aenarion was also exhausted and fell asleep with a blanket pulled up on the other side of the tent. This made the new recruits of the 11th Battalion very excited, thinking that this was a great trust shown by the Emperor.

Chapter 376: The Saint Girl Given for Free

The speed of sea ships is much faster than that of land ships. When Aenarion held a banquet to celebrate the victory, the envoys of the Roman Empire also arrived in Venice and presented a peace treaty, requiring the Governor of Venice to restrain his caravans and guilds and not attack the Eastern Roman Empire. He also compensated the Eastern Roman Empire for the ships, shells, food and soldiers' death pensions lost in this war. The amount was not much, only about 10 million dinars of silver coins.

If agreed, the Mediterranean islands can still be opened to Venetian caravans and provide supplies, allowing Venice to continue to do business as a middleman in the Mediterranean. However, as a transit port, Venice will collect commercial taxes at the end of the Silk Road.

If you disagree, then your Venetian merchant ships should not come to the Aegean Sea in the future. I will attack every ship I see. Don't even think about conducting any commercial activities in the Asia Minor Peninsula. And after our Aegean Sea fleet is repaired, it may go to your Venice mainland and hunt with the Grand Duke of Venice in the Adriatic Sea.

Blind Dandolob

He was furious. Wasn't it just an Aegean Fleet? He also had a Mediterranean Fleet that competed with the Tunisian pirates and an Adriatic Fleet that protected the Venetian mainland. The Aegean Fleet was indeed his elite, but it only accounted for 50% of his total fleet. At worst, everyone would fight to the death.

However, he wanted to fight, but his chambers of commerce were unwilling to do so. How did Venice rise? Didn't it rise by trading with the Ottomans, selling goods from Aurora to Asia Minor, and reselling them to the whole of Europe, making a lot of money as a middleman?

Now Aenarion controls the Aegean Islands, and he said that if the war continues, he will cut off our shipping routes and our financial resources! I don't care what happens to the Republic of Venice, but the most important thing is that my Chamber of Commerce can't make money!

These chambers of commerce were the foundation for Dandolo's rise and the source of his power as the Grand Duke of Venice. Faced with the overwhelming commercial intentions, he had no choice but to compromise and accept it. For the sake of normal trade in Venice, he withdrew from the war.

Aenarion coveted the enviable trade profits in the hands of Venetian merchants, but he did not have the strength to grab this piece of fat meat at the moment. He had to at least reorganize the surrendered Venetian trading companies into his own, increase the number of trade caravans, and build his own warehouses, offline lines, and trade markets in the seaports of Western European countries, and establish good relations with the nobles there. There were so many things to get, and business was not that easy to do.

Moreover, if he robbed them now, the Venetian business houses whose financial resources had been cut off would unite closely under the Grand Duke of Venice for the sake of their own interests and would really fight him to the death. Dandolo would have to fight even if he didn't want to.

However, if this is put on the negotiation table, and after showing that they have the strength to annihilate the Aegean Fleet, and then ask for peace, and if you continue to fight me, I will cut off your financial resources, then those chambers of commerce will weigh the naval strength of the Eastern Roman Empire, and then, in order to avoid having their financial resources cut off, they will turn around and fight the Duke of Venice to the death, and Dandolo cannot fight even if he wants to.

On June 1455, 6, with the fall of the Venetian Aegean Fleet, Venice and the Eastern Roman Empire negotiated again, and the army completely withdrew from the Aegean.

The Venetian merchant ships that came to trade in the future were also restricted by the Romans in terms of the size of the ships and the number of cannons. The gaselles that carried twenty or thirty cannons and the caravels that carried eighty cannons were no longer allowed to enter the Aegean Sea. The most that could come were the galleys that carried no more than ten cannons and were no more than forty meters in length.

At this point, although Venice maintained this trade route, it had essentially lost the ability to threaten the maritime borders of the Roman Empire.

After the fall of the Knights Hospitaller and Venice's withdrawal from the war, the Macedonian King Leman Russ, who provoked the war, was completely dumbfounded. He immediately withdrew his legion and retreated to the capital Skopje with his wolf cubs.

Aenarion ignored him for the time being. June was the harvest season in Greece. After the grain was harvested in the next two months, he would send troops to deal with the she-wolf in August. He returned to Constantinople with his fleet and the Third Legion to deal with the autumn harvest tax, adjust the fleet, and secretly ordered people to do something.

The two Joans of Arc lived a relatively comfortable life in the camp. The blonde Joan of Arc mingled well with the staff and the noble officers of the Third Legion, and won the respect of the staff with her outstanding strategic vision, while the silver-haired Joan of Arc got along better with the soldiers, and won their admiration with her outstanding martial arts.

Just one week after Joan of Arc arrived in Constantinople, Aenarion mysteriously invited him to meet in the outer city of Constantinople.

Constantinople was expanded many times. The outermost Theodosian Walls and the area within the original old city walls formed a huge new urban area, which was almost flattened during the siege of Constantinople in 1453 and has not been completely repaired until now. The land has absorbed the blood of a large number of fallen soldiers and sacrificed citizens, and new grass is growing and thriving.

There are mostly aristocratic farms covering large areas such as vineyards and orchards here. It is a rare open land in Constantinople. There are dotted tiled houses located on the open grassland.

Silver-haired Joan of Arc was a little confused, not knowing why Aenarion asked her to come here. She wandered around the vineyards of various nobles for a long time and finally arrived at the agreed coordinates. She saw a Western European Gothic building, which was completely different from Greek architecture, standing on the green grass. The fence made of palm trees enclosed a large area of ​​lush grassland.

The sea breeze blew down the waist of the grass, revealing plump lambs, like a white sea of ​​clouds, dotted among the green grass. Two pure white Pyrenean sheepdogs saw outsiders approaching and immediately stood vigilantly beside the flock, barking at Joan of Arc. At their feet, a group of puppies that were only a few months old were hiding under their parents, peeking their heads out, looking at Joan of Arc with curiosity, and tilting their heads cutely.

Joan of Arc widened her eyes in surprise, looking at everything in a trance, the green pastures, the white sheep, and the group of French sheepdogs. For a moment, she felt like she had returned to her long-lost hometown.

"Do you like it? I heard that the mansions in the French countryside probably look like this, so I asked the craftsmen to build it for you, and asked the White Tower Mage to help speed up the construction. It's not hard to get a flock of sheep. Fortunately, Constantinople is the largest port in the eastern Mediterranean. I asked the merchants to find out, and someone really sold French Pyrenees dogs here, so I bought the litter of puppies and their parents."

Aenarion quietly appeared from behind Joan of Arc and greeted her. Two big dogs and a group of puppies immediately came over obediently. They squatted on the ground and wagged their tails at him. Joan of Arc covered her mouth because she was too excited. She squatted on the ground tremblingly, stroking these large dogs from her hometown, and gently held a puppy in her arms. The little puppy looked at Joan of Arc curiously, stretched out its tongue and gently licked Joan of Arc's fingers, making the saint giggle.

"If you like, you can live here in the future. Last time when you were drunk, you said you missed your hometown very much, so I asked someone to build this manor for you and arranged for the servants. It's a waste of your talent for you to be a centurion here, you can't suffer any more injustice in your life."

Aenarion looked at the silver-haired Jeanne, whose body was trembling with excitement, and gave her a gentle smile.

"Thank you, but it's not enough."

Silver-haired Joan of Arc slowly stood up holding the cute little puppy, looking at Aenarion with gratitude, tears of happiness flashing in her eyes. This was the Roman Emperor, his power was unquestionable, and that beautiful face was completely in line with her aesthetic taste. Moreover, he was so considerate and caring about her. Could it be that he liked me?

"What else is missing?"

Aenarion felt a little strange, thinking that he should have prepared everything. The next second, Joan of Arc gently put the puppy on the ground, and like a silver lightning, she threw herself directly into Aenarion's arms, hugged his tall body tightly, stood on tiptoes, kissed his lips passionately, and said infatuatedly.

"This is just a house. What I want is a complete family."

After getting over his initial surprise, Aenarion gently embraced the trembling saint and responded to his feelings with an even more passionate kiss.

At this moment, the blonde Joan of Arc, who was visiting Greek architecture in the Imperial Palace area of ​​Constantinople, suddenly felt her body temperature rise sharply. Two hot blushes appeared on her cheeks, and her whole body softened as if made of water. She felt weak all over, but the tops of her breasts became harder and harder, and she also felt shameful in her lower body.

She felt something was wrong. At this moment, she happened to hear some mages discussing that the Emperor had built a French-style ranch in the Constantinople diocese...

Damn it! Joan of Arc's experience, culture, and knowledge were all given to herself. The other half of her body can be said to be a child with as little experience as a piece of paper. Aenarion built a French ranch... Shit, that couldn't be prepared for her other half? Did she just give it away for free when she was excited? !

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Chapter 377: The Ninth Magic Pet

Silver-haired Joan of Arc naturally didn't care about the worries of her other half. After her divinity was separated, she was just an ordinary girl with powerful martial arts and little experience in the world. At this moment, she was carried into the house by Inarion as a princess. Although the facilities in the house were not quite the same as her hometown, it was indeed in the French rural style and there were still many similarities. Inarion's thoughtful gift made her extremely moved and she took the initiative to ask for a kiss.

Joan of Arc wrapped her arms around Aenarion's neck and they held each other tightly, their eyes met, the fire of desire in their pupils gradually heated up, their breathing gradually quickened, their four red lips lightly touched, and they began to kiss gently and slowly, as if conveying deep emotions and love.

As the kiss progressed, their breathing became more rapid, their bodies became hotter, their bodies pressed tightly together, as if they were fused into one, Aenarion felt two huge soft masses pressing against his chest, and in this gentle place, two grapes gradually hardened. Joan also felt a hot stone pillar, gradually stretching out and rubbing against the base of her thighs.

After a while, both of them had difficulty breathing, and they gasped for breath, parting their lips, drawing a few obscene lines of water in the air. Their eyes met, and the fire of desire in their eyes burned more and more vigorously.

"Wait, Jeanne, I remember that God's clergy and divine profession practitioners must be pure virgins. Once you lose your virginity, you will lose your divine profession. If you continue, your holy warrior profession will be gone."

Aenarion barely managed to control his desire and asked with some doubt.

"Are you sure you want it?"

“I don’t even seek His kingdom of heaven, so why should I seek His power? If I hadn’t believed in His words when I was a child, perhaps nothing would have changed. All I want is a complete family.

Or do you love my power, not me?"

Silver-haired Joan of Arc looked at Aenarion with some grievance. Aenarion also confirmed her determination at this moment. She actually wanted to give up the fighting ability comparable to that of the commander of the Janissary Legion.

"I am rich enough to support a little girl like you, can't I?"

Aenarion did not answer but expressed his love with practical actions. He skillfully took off Joan of Arc's white dress from the top, revealing her long and round legs, her grassy valley, and her slender and graceful waist.

What attracted people the most was, of course, her pair of plump and proud breasts. Not only were they too big to be controlled with one hand, but they were also so tall and prominent that they caught on the hem of her skirt. They were forced to follow the white skirt that had detached from above Joan of Arc's head, slowly rising up, and then rebounding downward the moment the hem of her skirt lost its grip, swaying in the air in a series of mouth-drying curves. The two huge lumps of breast flesh created waves of flesh-colored ripples in the constant collision.

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Joan of Arc's face flushed, and she covered her private parts shyly, but after thinking it over, she stripped Aenarion's clothes as if in a fit of anger. Well, this was fairer. Aenarion opened his arms, and her delicate hands still clumsily took off his purple robe and pants, and then he was hit in the face by a hot marble column that suddenly popped out, making his face even redder.

What concerned Aenarion even more was the tattoo on her back that was revealed when she bent over to undress him.

"what is this?"

Aenarion curiously grabbed Jeanne's shoulders, turned her around, and held up her silver hair that was as soft as a waterfall with his right hand.

Her entire smooth and delicate back was occupied by a picture full of religious meaning: it was a scene of a man wearing golden armor and holding a flaming sword, fighting a bloody battle, and what he stabbed with the sword was a ferocious dragon with five heads: red, blue, green, black and white.

The black-haired man in golden armor occupied the center of Joan of Arc's back, and the slaughtered dragons formed a large circle around him. There were also nineteen golden wings behind the god, and Joan of Arc's divine wings were the result of extending outward from the wings of the god.

"What, are you surprised?"

Joan of Arc turned around and smiled sweetly.

"Have you heard the story of God's walk? In the 200th year of the Julian calendar, the Promised Land of milk and honey was attacked by a giant dragon. A devout believer who was supposed to die that night was saved by a black-haired man who stayed overnight. He killed the five-colored dragon queen Tiamat with a flaming sword, ending the era of dragons! That was the first god to die during the crisis of the third century, the fall of the gods, and the rise of Christ.

This is the proof that I have gained strength.

"So that's it."

Aenarion seemed to be thinking about something. He had a little lover who was a nun. However, in order to maintain her divine power, she had never been willing to lose her virginity. He always had sex with her on land. He was really curious about what it would be like.

Inarion held Joan of Arc's slender waist with both hands and maintained this posture. The marble pillar passed through the two plump and soft buttocks, stepped into the muddy valley, and gently squeezed into the dew-covered petals, making negative distance contact. The hot stone pillar rubbed against thousands of pink wrinkles. The unprecedented feeling made the silver-haired Joan of Arc involuntarily utter a soul-stirring moan, and the blonde Joan of Arc in the palace area also felt a very strange and weird feeling coming from her lower body, making her body tremble and her legs weak.

She found an excuse to leave the tour group, and hid in a secluded place as if escaping, her cheeks flushed as she moaned in ecstasy.

As the marble column penetrated deeper, a thin layer of blood film was torn apart easily. The two Joans of Arc, a thousand meters apart, groaned in pain at the same time, but the feeling was instantly overwhelmed by happiness. Every nerve in the brain was occupied by boundless joy.