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"Success."

Before Aenarion finished speaking, Astariel suddenly raised her magic wand and directly dispersed the Green Bound Wolf and Green Bound Hell that she had summoned. The ground was torn apart by the surging psychic power. Six huge rocks and soil clods whistled in the air and then smashed towards Leopard Girl and Artemisia, forcing the two women to retreat again!

[Third Ring Psychic·Telekinetic Throw]: Consumes 5 mana points, controls a number of objects that do not exceed your caster level.

body and hurl it at your enemy.

"what are you doing?"

Aenarion was suddenly shocked. The contract with the pet was not invalid. Why would she attack her companions? !

"Don't stand on the side of the Palaiologos family anymore. Join the Ottoman Empire, Aenarion! You will all be killed by your brother later!"

Astariel anxiously raised her hands and held up the face that fascinated her. The moment their skin touched, she retracted her fingers as if she had been electrocuted and lowered her head shyly.

Aenarion recalled the conditions of the three familiar contracts and made comparisons.

When he took Artemisia in, there were only two of them in the room, and once they had confirmed their relationship, there was no need to fight.

When he captured Mariana, all her Bulgarian werewolves were defeated, and he himself became a defeated general. He and the elves were once comrades who fought side by side, so he did not continue to fight.

However, Astariel really had no reason to abandon the Sultan's order, so after the contract took effect, she would only try to be a friend, and others would still be enemies to her?

At this moment, the battle between Thomas and Mahmoud was coming to an end. The dragon and the giant used fangs, scimitars, claws, and magic wands to destroy each other's bodies with all their might. The two charged again and again, pounced, chopped, bit, and the devastating battle had destroyed the nearby forests and terrain with great force.

However, as time went on, Mahmoud's advantage gradually emerged. This combat priest could constantly use the magic bestowed by God to repair and heal his own injuries, while Thomas, the combat warlock, although also possessed a large number of amplifying magic, lacked healing methods. The balance of victory was gradually shifting towards Mahmoud.

"What the hell are you doing! I hate to admit it, but this guy has gotten stronger in the past few years! I can't hold out for much longer, kill that woman quickly and take my sister away!"

Thomas roared angrily, and his two blue-purple dragon claws clenched two giant double swords. His bloody mouth stretched out like lightning and bit the enemy's right wrist. A pair of scarlet dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun stretched out, like two turbulent waves, hitting both sides of Mahmoud's head with an overwhelming force!

"Boom!!!"

The violent impact caused Mahmoud's eyes to roll back and his lips to cough up blood, but no matter how serious the damage he suffered, as long as his mana was not exhausted, the staff in his right hand would continuously flash the holy light of heaven to heal all the damage he had suffered. He raised the shield with his left hand, and with a shield bash, he knocked the dragon to the ground!

Thomas's disadvantage was that he had no means of treatment. The damage he had incurred since the start of the battle continued to accumulate, slowly dragging down his majestic dragon body.

Inarion looked at the quiet girl in front of him and made a quick decision. He held her in his arms. The two soft breasts pressed against his hard chest into various exciting shapes. Astarielle widened her eyes in surprise. Before she could react, Inarion whispered in her ear like a devil.

"I promise you."

"Really?"

Astariel's eyes widened with joy, and before she could react, she was kissed on the lips. She stared at Aenarion so close to her, her face flushed with shame. She struggled symbolically for a few times, then gave up resisting. Her weak body turned red and hot, like a puddle of water, and soon she collapsed in Aenarion's arms, without a single part of her body being hard.

Aenarion carefully took her hands and placed them together, then looked Artemisia in the eye.

The Slaanesh Paladin understood immediately, and his right hand transformed into a three-headed Slaanesh whip, whistling and tearing through the air, like three pink poisonous snakes, which wrapped around Astarielle's throat, her stacked wrists, and her ankles, binding her tightly together!

"I advise you to be quiet and don't move. It takes you three seconds to cast a spiritual power, but it takes me less than half a second to pierce your heart."

Artemisia was defeated by this girl time and again, and her beloved saw the whole process. Although her cold and beautiful face did not show any expression, she was already angry and even had the real intention to kill. Astariel was strangled so much that her eyes rolled back and she couldn't say a word. What was going on? Neither the book nor the teacher taught this!

"Now! Run!"

Aenarion jumped directly onto the nearest Janissary horse and placed the seriously injured and unconscious Irene on the horse's back. Artemisia summoned Nightmare and placed the captured Estariel on her chest. As long as her mouth and hands were controlled, all her magic could be destroyed.

At this moment, the Leopard Woman also ran to Indrognir and destroyed the rock that trapped her, allowing the dragon cub to flap its wings and fly high. The group grabbed the captives and rushed towards the east again.

"Estariel?!"

Mahmoud watched his sister being defeated and captured alive, he was stunned. His sister had full theoretical knowledge, but she stayed in the study all day and had little actual combat experience. This time she came out to train her practical ability. With him protecting her, she must be very safe. But who knew that such a mistake would happen and she would be captured alive by three low-level professionals with low health?

He wanted to go back to rescue, but was pounced upon by the gigantic dragon that was tens of meters long and knocked to the ground. Several of the burning olive trees around him were broken.

Watching his sister run away, Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. His injuries were too severe and he could only hold on for a few dozen minutes at most. Not to mention his sister, he might even die at Mahmoud's hands.

But now, this guy's attention is all on his sister. I just need to delay for a while, and if it doesn't work, I can just fly away. This guy will definitely not chase me!

After fighting for dozens of minutes, the wounded Thomas flapped his wings and flew high into the sky. He no longer engaged in close combat with Mahmoud, who was intact but with torn clothes and armor. However, he still hovered over his head, bombarding him with burning purple lightning, hindering his movements and killing all the remaining horses nearby, forcing him to chase on foot.

Mahmoud was so angry at the dragon that kept pestering him that he raised his staff and used Earth Bind to pull Thomas down from the sky. A khaki energy ray whizzed out from the gem on the tip of the staff.

Thomas was not to be outdone. He opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a khaki energy ray. Two identical spells and identical rays collided precisely in the air and exploded into a ball of gorgeous khaki fireworks, canceling out and destroying each other.

Thomas fought on the ground for a full minute, holding Mahmoud back for twelve minutes, burned all the horses to death, and harassed in the air for eighteen minutes before he flew away exhausted and escaped from the battle. The thirty minutes he gained were enough for the horses to gallop twenty or thirty kilometers!

At this moment, Aenarion and his companions had already rushed out of the mountains of the Peloponnese Peninsula. The towering mountains and rivers were left behind by the six people. Two blue seas and the narrow strip of land between them stretched out in front of everyone. Hundreds of seagulls were circling between the sea and the sky, soaring and dancing gracefully in the air.

And the prosperous port on the isthmus is the famous city-state connecting Sparta and Athens: Corinth.

Chapter 56: The Bound Princess

"Aenarion, we are about to enter the city. What shall we do with this prisoner? He will be questioned by the guards."

Artemisia asked anxiously as she looked at the city of Corinth, which lies between the Mediterranean Sea and the Aegean Sea.

"Can she disguise herself as a slave? Anyway, the slave trade is rampant here. She is an important bargaining chip in our negotiation with Mahmoud. Who knows how many times he will hunt her down before she returns to Constantinople."

Aenarion looked at the magnificent port city before him and asked.

"I am not a slave! Let me go! I am from the Angelos family. As long as you send me back to Izmir, my family is willing to pay me my weight in silver."

Astariel's face turned red with anger. At this moment, she and Artemisia were riding on the Nightmare together. She was held in the arms of the Slaanesh Paladin, with a sharp dagger always against her back, not giving her any chance to cast spells.

"Have you become stupid from reading books?"

Artemisia looked coldly at the person in front of her.

"Do you think you are fighting against the knights from Western Europe? And you are asking for a ransom? Aenarion, the things used to tie up the slaves are in the dimensional bag on my left. Help me take them out and lock them up for her."

The group stopped their horses, and Aenarion opened the pocket of the Slaanesh Paladin and found a bunch of strange things inside, from the most normal chains, collars, and ball gags to strange butt plugs, pears of pain, and a branding iron that was exactly the same shape as the mark of Slaanesh. He called himself an expert after seeing them.

He first took off Astarielle's felt coat and chain mail shirt, leaving her with only a silk robe as thin as a cicada's wing. Her delicate white body was faintly visible through the thin white silk. Then he selected a few more normal bondage props from his bag: first a bright red ball gag, which he tried to stuff into her lips to deprive her of the ability to speak. Astarielle would rather die than open her mouth, and Aenarion was not in a hurry. He pinched her small nose first. After a while, the cherry lips opened automatically because of suffocation, and she breathed in big gulps of fresh air.

With quick hands and eyes, Aenarion stuffed the red ball gag into her lips. Her small lilac tongue was pressed firmly against her lower lip by the bright red ball gag, making her unable to move. Two black leather belts went around her fair and quiet face and were firmly fixed behind her head, preventing her from chanting spells.

Iron shackles also bound her fair ankles. The iron chain in the middle was very short, so she could only move her feet slightly. Her arms were also tied behind her back and tightly bound with red ropes. Her wrists and every finger were tied up, making it impossible for her to make magic seals. The possibility of casting spells was completely blocked from both the incantation and the action.

Several bright red ropes were tied up behind her back, tightly binding her frail torso. Two red ropes crossed through two majestic mountains that did not fit her frail body. Through the thin white silk, they were tightly tied into pieces of white flesh, making her plump snow-capped peaks more prominent and attractive.

Now she looked like a slave girl.

"You have betrayed the Empire and become the Sultan's slave. This attire suits you very well."

Because Drognir had turned back into human form and hidden his identity, she had no good feelings towards this Turkified Roman royal family and made sarcastic remarks, which made Astariel so angry that she trembled all over. Her hands and feet were cold in the hot summer and she even shed tears.

Although the Janissaries were called slaves, their status was actually very high. Non-ogres could become a Janissary and then be promoted to the governor of a region in the empire.

, even the high lords, and legion commanders.

An Angelos, who was born into a noble family, was a high-ranking member of the Janissaries, and his treatment was even better than that of the knights and minor nobles in Western Europe. How could he have received such humiliation? Aenarion did not stop, and used a collar and dog chain exactly like the one used on the Leopard Girl to tie her fair neck. The strong sense of humiliation almost made her faint.

The group hurried into the city of Corinth. A beautiful elf slave girl and a leopard tied with chains did not attract any attention, as the locals seemed to have been accustomed to it.

Several people quickly went to the port of Corinth, leading the stolen Janissary horses, and walked into the closest and most prosperous inn to the port.

"How many guests would like to stay in the hotel? Each person will pay one silver coin per day. You can choose a single or double room. The money includes three free meals and free horse care. If you are willing to pay more, you can also get the dancers' door-to-door service."

An elf waiter in blue clothes came over to greet them.

"We'll rent it for a day for six of us. Give us three double rooms. We have some things to do. We need to go to the market. Please take care of the horses."

Aenarion took out six silver coins and put them in the other's hand, then quickly left with the people. The waiter hurriedly put away the silver coins, happily led the Janissaries' war horses into the stable, carefully fed them grass, and then used a brush to wash off the dust on their bodies.

Aenarion's plan of escape was extremely clear. He didn't go to the market at all. He held the collars of the Leopard Woman and Astariel and walked towards the port in front of the waiter. However, he didn't enter the port at all. Instead, he made a feint and ran directly to the nearest stable. Artemisia's Nightmare could carry one person, Indrognir and the Leopard Woman ran as fast as any means of transportation, so there were two people left. They had to buy a horse to run to Athens and take a ship there.

"Give me the fastest and best horse!"

Aenarion said impatiently. The stable owner saw that the other party was wearing magical equipment, holding a majestic leopard and a beautiful and weak female slave on a chain in his hand, looking like a young master, so he directly ordered his men to pull out a handsome Pegasus with wings on its ribs.

This handsome and majestic white horse is extremely beautiful. It is 1.6 meters tall at the shoulders and its entire body is snow-white without a single strand of hair. Its pure white wings spread out, covering everyone in the shadow of its wings.

"This is the best horse in our store. He is a Pegasus! Although he is still a two-year-old foal, his size is no less than that of an ordinary horse. When he is fully grown, his shoulder height can reach two meters. He is almost trained now. As long as you stay with him for a while, take good care of him and get familiar with him, this Pegasus will become your best mount for traveling around the world. He can also fly. The price is not expensive, only three thousand Grosso silver coins."

"Well, it doesn't have to be so expensive... Just give me the best ordinary horse. I want one that I can ride right away."

Aenarion felt the two thousand silver coins in his pocket and felt embarrassed. This thing was cool, but too expensive.

"Well, what about the horse?"

The stable owner thought for a moment, then pulled out a purebred Arabian horse. Its dark skin was covered with a layer of maroon hair, its hooves were as pale as ice and snow, there was a white mark between its brows, its limbs were slender, its body was well-proportioned, its body was strong and handsome, and it contained explosive power. On its handsome and docile face, there was a pair of big watery eyes that looked at Inarion tenderly.

"This is our best common warhorse, imported from the Githzerai in Arabia. Arabian horses are one of the best performing and most beautiful warhorses in all of Europe. They have great endurance and burst speed, and are very smart and docile. Their intelligence is equivalent to that of a three or four-year-old human child. There are no more than ten Arabian horses in all of Corinth. This bay girl will cost you 400 silver coins, and the saddle and harness will also be given as a gift."

"Okay, that's it."

Aenarion paid the money without hesitation, and let Astariel sit sideways on the saddle. He then climbed on the horse and held her in his arms.

Well, this is how a man and a woman should ride a horse. It's too weird to ride on the same horse with Artemisia. Either I sit behind her with my arms around her waist, or I sit in front of her with her arms around me, like a little girl.

The group got their mounts and quickly left the north gate of Corinth, arriving at a deserted place. Indrognir transformed into a dragon again and quickly headed towards Athens!

Just after the few people left Corinth for a while, Mahmoud passed through the portal, walked and teleported all the way, and arrived in Corinth in a dusty state.

Chapter 57: Dual Career

As soon as Mahmoud Angelos entered Corinth, he first bought a black cloak to cover his armor and clothes that were torn by dragon fire and minions, and then went straight to the port to look for the traces of several people.

Afterwards, he saw his own Janissary warhorse in the stable of the inn that was closest to the port, the most prosperous and the most conspicuous. The elf servant in blue saw that there was another guest and hurried to greet him.

"Do you want a room? It's one silver coin per person per day. Three meals a day are provided free of charge, and the horses are well taken care of. If you are willing to pay more, there are also dancers who come to your door for service."

"Who put these horses here?"

Mahmoud did not answer but asked instead, picking up a bag of heavy silver coins and placing it in the waiter's hands. The heavy weight made his hands feel uncomfortable.

One sank.

The elf opened the purse with joy, staring at the Grosso silver coins inside, and his heart skipped a beat! The hotel has a rule that any information about customers cannot be disclosed, but, but, he gave too much.

"It was placed here by four guests. They also brought a slave, a leopard, which is quite conspicuous."

"which room?"

"Ah, they didn't stay. After booking a room and paying for it, they said they were going to the market. They haven't come back yet, but the strange thing is that they are heading in the direction of the port of Corinth."

Mahmoud frowned. This was a bait. These people deliberately placed the war horses here, and then went to the port, wanting to escape directly by boat. It was too shallow. This plan could be seen through at a glance.

Mahmoud turned around and left without saying a word. He rushed to the port and asked if anyone had seen the strange combination of four people, a slave and a leopard. This combination was very conspicuous and it was impossible for no one to have an impression of it. However, everyone he asked said that they had not seen it.

Of course he couldn't get any information out of him, because Aenarion hadn't even entered the port, but had gone straight to the market to buy horses. The port sailors had never seen him.

Mahmud was confused at this moment. Could it be that Aenarion was on the second floor? He deliberately placed the horses in the most prosperous and conspicuous inn so that he could see the Janissaries' war horses at a glance? Then he deliberately ran to the harbor to divert his attention. In fact, everyone was hiding in the city of Corinth.

He was smart. If he had not thought of the third level, he would have really found a boat to leave Corinth and embark on the water route to Constantinople. At that time, these people would hide in the city of Corinth and could go wherever they wanted.

Mahmud quickly contacted the 13th Legion stationed in Izmir and Manisa, requesting reinforcements, and sent a serious official letter to the local Eastern Roman Empire governor in Corinth.

Dear Governor of Corinth, overlord of your emperor, master of your empire: A small group of Janissaries from the Ottoman Empire disappeared near Corinth while returning home to visit their relatives. Please allow my soldiers to enter the city to search for their missing brothers and sisters - The Thirteenth Legion of the Janissaries: The Ultramarines, Captain of the 199th Company, Mahmoud Angelos.

But Aenarion was actually on the fourth level. When Mahmoud was suspicious in Corinth, they had already arrived in Athens, the largest city in southern Greece. This ancient Greek cultural and economic center had become a colony of the Florentines, and the flag flying in the sky was not a purple double-headed eagle flag, but a red iris with a white background.

Here, several people easily boarded a small paddle boat bound for Constantinople. Incentivized by money, the captain gathered all the members together after sorting the cargo for an hour, set sail, and assigned them two rooms. Indrognir and Irene lived together, and the other four lived next door.

Aenarion lay on the swaying bed and breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally made it through. The next question was how to deal with Astarielle.

Aenarion felt a headache when he saw the weak and tied-up little girl. He had never encountered such a situation in the previous two times he captured magical pets. Could it be that Artemisia and Mariana were not very loyal to the Slaanesh Admiral? That fleet was ruled by the terror of the Slaanesh God Demon, so they could just leave.

This girl is a Janissary. She has been brainwashed since she was a child and has undergone 19 assessments and training. That is why she is loyal to the Sultan. As a level 6 dual elite professional, she is proficient in all spells of mages, warlocks, druids, paladins, priests, and psychics below the third ring. Her only weakness is that she is too weak and lacks practical experience.

In the team, this is the strongest magic boss, who can output, assist and control, but he just doesn't listen.

It seems that I can't catch a magical pet that is much stronger than myself in the future. Although there is a chance of successful capture, once the target is different and I can't defeat and suppress the opponent, I will be in an embarrassing situation where I can't control the magical pet.

Forget it, I'll slowly think of a way to make her behave.

Aenarion glanced at his career column and began to ponder, what should he choose as his second career?

Aenarion (High Elf)

Level 3 (3rd-level Psion)

Level 0 (No Occupation)

Health 9, Mana 16

Rifle hit rate -7, physical damage 10~80

Protection 3 (Apprentice Robe +1, Agility +2)

Strength 14, Agility 14, Constitution 10

Intelligence 16, Wisdom 8, Charisma 20

[Casting Level +1]

[Fire magic level +1]