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It is impossible to become a divine profession, no matter if it is a priest, paladin, or druid. The main casting attribute of this kind of divine profession is perception. One's own perception is negative, and one is completely unable to sense the gods and comprehend divine arts. Naturally, it is impossible for one to become a priest or a druid.

Pure physical professions, such as thieves and warriors, are too common and ordinary. It is a bit unwilling to learn this. It is a waste of talent to use the extremely rare bloodline of the old royal family to learn the warrior profession that anyone can learn.

Then the only ones left are the magic schools of the School of Wisdom and Charm. For example, the mage, I now only know five first-ring spells and two second-ring spells, which is too unbalanced. With the mage's ability to learn a large amount of magic, it would be helpful to make up for the weaknesses.

But the problem is that

His original warlock profession made him as weak as Astarielle, and he had to rely on the three spells [Inert Armor], [Vitality], and [Sharing Damage] to resist. Perhaps, he should learn from Mahmoud. His first profession was a warlock with a weak physique, and as his second profession, he immediately chose a priest who practiced both magic and martial arts. In addition to having a strong physique, he also expanded his spell list and obtained a large number of amplification, treatment, and damage spells.

However, forget about Eileen's Duskblade, also known as the Swordsman of Hoeth. That profession is too melee-oriented, and the spells he knows are even fewer than those of a warlock.

Although he was still unsure what to choose as his second career, Aenarion had already decided on a general direction similar to Duskblade. Constantinople, the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, was a thousand-year-old city. The vast empire that once used the Mediterranean as its own lake had placed all their wealth accumulated over thousands of years inside this world-desired city. As long as he arrived in Constantinople, he would be sure to find what he wanted.

Chapter 58: The Threshold of Slaanesh

Aenarion no longer worried about his second career. There was no rush now anyway. He would deal with it after he arrived in Constantinople.

Artemisia undressed and took off the imperial armor that protected her body, revealing her sexy body wrapped in black stockings. Her plump and upright breasts, slender waist, plump and tender buttocks, and slender and round legs were all tightly wrapped in the translucent black stockings. The tender and beautiful flesh that was faintly visible was outlined by the tight black stockings with charming curves, giving a sense of restraint and hazy beauty.

The whole black stockings bodysuit only reveals her cool face, slender hands, and a pair of white and tender feet. Her skin, as white and tender as jade, forms an extremely strong visual conflict with the transparent black stockings wrapped around her body. Her black hair, as soft as a waterfall, breaks free from the constraints of the helmet and spreads to her snow-white ankles, leaving seductive tracks in the sea breeze.

"By the way, what material are your clothes made of?"

Aenarion curiously touched Artemisia's slender legs wrapped in black stockings. The feeling was even softer and smoother than the black stockings in his previous life.

"The drow elves living in Egypt domesticate a strange giant spider that can spit out spider silk of various colors. It is tough, elastic, and feels great. It is also thin and breathable, making it suitable for tights or armor linings. It is as expensive as silk. I spent a lot of money on it. It looks good, doesn't it?"

Artemisia stood on tiptoes and spun around in place, showing off her proud figure to her beloved, her long black hair also spinning and dancing.

Under the long-term oppression and hunting of Mahmoud and Astariel, Aenarion's body was already filled with an instinctive desire to reproduce in death. At this moment, he was completely attracted by Artemisia. He hugged her sexy body, threw her on the bed, and quickly took off his clothes and veil.

After seeing his beautiful face, Artemisia's cold expression showed a hint of touching intoxication, but she still complained.

"Let's try a different game, Aenarion. I'm a little tired of suffocation last time. I felt nothing in the last few strokes. You know, I believe in the Lady of Hunger. My pleasure threshold increases six times faster than that of an ordinary person. I can't feel pleasure from suffocation now."

"Okay, let me think about it."

Inarion thought about the gameplay he had seen in the movies, then picked her up by the waist and gently placed her on the table in the room. Her smooth shoulders were resting on the edge of the table, and her cold head drooped down because it had lost support, causing her cherry lips to become a straight line with her esophagus, and her long black hair also drooped to the wooden floor.

Aenarion stood in front of her, holding up the marble column and moving forward, pushing open her red lips and pearly teeth, stroking her warm red tongue, and penetrating deep into her esophagus, leaving a hideous outline on her slender neck wrapped in black silk. Two pebbles also kept hitting her cold face.

A strange feeling came to Artemisia's mind. She liked this new way of playing very much. Her small red tongue, in coordination with Aenarion's rhythmic waist, wrapped around the surface of the marble column, rubbing it gently, and the little mouth below became more and more moist and attractive.

Aenarion held her breasts, which were still upright even when she lay down, and kneaded them into various seductive shapes in his palms through a layer of black silk as thin as a cicada's wing. His ten fingers were deeply embedded in the two snow-capped peaks, and the soft breast flesh quietly overflowed from the gaps between his ten fingers, completely wrapping his ten fingers in warmth and softness.

After the white liquid spurted out, Artemisia choked and coughed repeatedly. The sticky white liquid flowed down her cherry lips, mouth and nose, and covered her cold and arrogant face, making this usually very strong Slaanesh Paladin look pitiful and even more attractive.

Aenarion walked behind her, pulled out a dagger with his right hand, and stroked her two slender, round legs through the soft and smooth black silk with both hands, lifting them on his shoulders. He swung the dagger with his right hand and lightly cut a crack in the black silk between her legs, then tore it with both hands to reveal two pink and tender lips covered with dew. The marble column drove straight in, and in the rhythm of life again and again, Artemisia screamed in pleasure. The cold and ruthless face was broken once again, turning into endless joy of unbridled behavior.

The two fought on the dining table until they were exhausted, and then they both stopped fighting.

The container was filled with white turbid liquid.

Suddenly, a strange feeling of jealousy came to Aenarion's heart, which should be the feedback generated by the emotional sharing of a magical pet.

He looked at the satisfied Artemisia in confusion, and then looked at Estarie who was tied up and thrown in the corner of the room - she had watched the entire table performance with her eyes wide open, and was now furious, whimpering through her mouth stuffed with a ball gag.

Aenarion felt a little puzzled. Why was this girl jealous? So he temporarily untied her gag.

"You Slaanesh... You Slaanesh villain, even if you managed to escape my brother's pursuit and escape back to Constantinople, what would that do? Do you want Aenarion to live in the protection of the triple walls forever? The victory of the Ottomans is inevitable, and the choice of the Angelos family is the only way out!"

Astariel was furious, her eyes welling with tears. How dare this Slaanesh follower have sex with the person she loved most in front of her? However, the well-read royal family held back for a long time, and the most unpleasant word she cursed was actually a bad guy, which made the Slaanesh Paladin laugh.

"Aenarion, capture the little princess and come back to Izmir with me. It's not too late. Do you want to hide in Constantinople with these Orthodox Christians and Slaanesh believers for the rest of your life? Or do you want to be free between the two continents and two seas controlled by the Ottomans? What's more, the City of World Desire is not safe. Since the Crusaders conquered Constantinople two hundred years ago, we Ottomans can also make the Queen of Ten Thousand Cities open her legs and welcome the Sultan into the city."

"I did not force Aenarion to do anything, girl."

Artemisia looked at the jealous Estariel and deliberately hugged Aenarion's slender body from behind.

"Unlike you, I support him unconditionally no matter what he does. I am even willing to give up my pirate life and go with him to help him overcome all difficulties. Little girl, can you do that? You keep saying that you are doing this for the good of Aenarion, but you still want to go home. Are you willing to give up your identity as a Janissary for her? Give up your Anglos family?"

"I……"

Astariel was choked and speechless. Artemisia's cold and beautiful face showed a triumphant smile, and with her slender jade fingers, she plucked a piece of white liquid from her cheek and stuffed it into Astariel's lips, making her face turn red with shame. Then she put the ball gag on again and tied it up.

Aenarion was extremely tired at this moment and was too lazy to think about other things. He fell asleep while holding Artemisia. The Leopard Woman also yawned and closed her eyes while holding the tied-up Estarielle. As long as this guy made any movement, she would bite through her throat in the first place.

PS: Please give me a monthly ticket in the new month~

Chapter 59: Constantinople

Aenarion sat on the swaying boat and watched two magnificent sunrises and sunsets over the Aegean Sea. Finally, at the third sunset, he crossed the Sea of ​​Marmara and was able to catch a glimpse of the true face of the Queen of Ten Thousand Cities.

The sunset, as beautiful as blood, gradually fell into the embrace of the Greek mountains. The mountains and the sea were slowly swallowed by the boundless darkness.

However, this magnificent city located in the center of the empire, built on seven hills, this throat fortress connecting the two continents of Europe and Asia, the Mediterranean and the Black Sea, and the new residence of God, was not shrouded in the dark night.

Balls of never-extinguished arcane flames burned on every section of Constantinople's wall, every street, and even every house, illuminating the entire bustling city like daylight. Red flags embroidered with a golden cross and four betas, and purple eagle banners embroidered with a golden double-headed eagle fluttered in the sea breeze. Dozens of fully armed legionnaires patrolled back and forth on the city walls. Hundred-foot-long warships, accompanied by the sailors' cheerful songs, sailed into the empire's largest and most prosperous seaport under the guidance of the arcane flames.

From afar, the densely packed stars are even more numerous and brighter than the stars in the night sky.

The Queen of Ten Thousand Cities is surrounded by the sea on the north, east, and south. Only the west borders Europe. Therefore, modern Augustus drew a full 10,000 dwarf craftsmen from Iberia to build the largest fortifications in the empire to the west of the city to defend the glory of God.

It is said that with the ingenious design of dwarf craftsmen and elven wizards, and the day and night labor of hundreds of thousands of slaves, a five-meter-thick double wall made of marble, limestone, and even steel completely separated Constantinople from Europe. This 5,630-meter-long immortal wall has a total of 192 soaring wizard towers built inside and outside the wall, guarded by 192 great wizards, and various magic traps and mechanisms are hidden in every darkest detail.

It is these three walls that gave Constantinople a new name, the city that will never fall.

In the history of its own time and space, Constantinople had become extremely dilapidated by 1450, and had even become dozens of villages and farmlands hiding behind magnificent high walls.

But in this world, it seems that because of the existence of magic, Constantinople is still extremely magnificent and spectacular. Only through the extremely scarce soldiers on the city walls can one get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the empire's weakness.

The whole city is like a dying old man, but he is still wearing gorgeous clothes.

Wearing a beautiful and exquisite imperial robe, he sat slumped on the golden throne, overlooking the dilapidated palace that had long been in ruins, giving orders to the empty and silent court, his hands tightly grasping the authority that symbolized his rule, maintaining his last bit of dignity.

Today, nine-tenths of the territory of the Eastern Roman Empire has become Ottoman land. The former ministers of the Queen of Ten Thousand Cities have all changed into Turkish clothing. The current emperor is using the last chess piece in his hand to fight against the entire empire of the past. Just by looking at this superficial city, Aenarion can understand the despair and powerlessness of Constantine XI.

"finally arrived at home."

Indrognir's legs went limp and he fell excitedly into Irene's arms. This little girl, who had been living a life of luxury, had endured all the hardships and travel for the past half month, and had even faced the threat of death several times. The moment she returned home, she finally let go of all her strength and disguise, like a child gently held in her mother's arms, able to act coquettishly and cry as much as she wanted.

The group bid farewell to the fishing boat and set foot on the land of Constantinople. Under the protection of the triple city walls, Indrognir had no more worries and directly transformed into a purple-scaled dragon cub, proudly announcing his identity.

"It's Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

"Great! Her Royal Highness the Princess is still alive! She's back!"

"Quickly inform His Majesty the Emperor!"

The sailors in the Golden Horn cheered with joy. Upon hearing the news, a team of Eastern Roman Empire sea guards, wearing imperial armor, carrying bows and arrows, and holding spears and shields, rushed to the scene. They knelt down in haste to welcome the princess' return, and immediately surrounded Indrognir and her guards to the most luxurious Holy Palace complex in Constantinople.

Aenarion looked at the streets on both sides with curiosity. Constantinople was the most luxurious city he had ever seen. Greek golden maple trees were planted on both sides of the road. The maple leaves were bright gold in color with orange-red edges. They danced quietly in the sea breeze, like a golden and red sea, stirring up waves in the air.

The tall and magnificent square-column dome-style buildings stretch to the end of the field of vision. While paying attention to the unity of the colors of these buildings, they are also full of gorgeous and beautiful changes in the details. The towering domes in five colors of black, white, gray, red and gold are even more majestic and taller than the golden-red tree canopy, reaching straight into the sky.

But the only problem is that although there is a never-extinguished purple flame placed at the door of these mansions, there is no one living here. Most of the towering buildings are empty and motionless. The prosperity of this city is only superficial, and the population in the city has begun to leave in large numbers.

After passing through the heavily guarded Hippodrome Gate, Mankana Gate, and Seaside Gate, the group finally entered the luxurious Holy Palace complex. Turning left and right, they arrived at the Dafna Palace, which was exclusively for the royal family to live in.

The marble-built hall was covered with gorgeous brocade and silk on both sides. Each of the one hundred Phoenix Guards wore two layers of chain mail, with an additional layer of imperial heavy armor on the outside. They held a three-meter-long long-handled halberd in their hands. The weapons and armor of these imperial guards were forged from the hardest metal in the world: refined gold. Under the illumination of the fire, they sparkled with a sacred and dazzling golden light.

They stood majestically and solemnly on both sides of the hall, like lifeless golden sculptures or golden pagodas. On each pointed helmet, there was a lifelike statue of a phoenix carved. Every helmet was a work of art that was exquisitely crafted.

And the person protected in the middle by these one hundred Phoenix Guards was none other than Constantine XI himself.

There was no crown or scepter, no silk or jewels. The Roman emperor that Aenarion saw was just an exhausted male elf. He wore an imperial armor covered with scratches and blood, a purple cloak embroidered with a golden double-headed eagle, and held a blood-stained blade in his hand, as if he was fighting a war that would never end.

"Brother! I'm back!"

Indrognir rushed forward joyfully and threw himself into the arms of Constantine XI. The emperor of the empire finally breathed a sigh of relief and caressed his youngest sister lovingly.

"Why are you wearing armor? And you're still so bloody? Did you go out and fight again?"

"We can't help it. We don't have many soldiers to command. If we encounter a slightly more difficult enemy, we can only fight on our own."

Constantine XI gave a helpless smile, then turned his attention to Aenarion and his companions.

"Thomas wrote to me and told me that these heroes were the ones who rescued you from the devil's cave and escorted you back to Constantinople?"

"Yes, I promised to give them a 40-meter-long galley and corresponding sailors as compensation."

Indragnir said coquettishly.

Chapter 60: Ulthuan

Constantine frowned. A 40-meter-class galley? This thing is one of the largest and strongest ships in the entire European continent. It can be the flagship of a fleet. There are only three in the increasingly weak imperial navy. Isn't it a bit too extravagant to just give one away?

However, his sister had already made the promise, and the Palaiologos family would repay their debts and would never go back on their word.

"Aenarion, Artemisia, Nidalee, on behalf of House Palaiologos and the entire Empire, thank you for your heroic deeds."

Constantine thanked him sincerely.

"I wonder where you three made your living before?

If you don't want to join the Eastern Roman Empire Navy, I am willing to fulfill my sister's promise and let you become a captain of the Imperial Navy, command a galley, and fight for the Empire. I am willing to pay you six Grosso silver coins a day."

Seeing that his brother wanted to recruit a group of people to join the empire, Indrognir's beautiful purple eyes revealed excitement. Doesn't that mean Aenarion will live in Constantinople and become his general? Then the two of them can meet at any time?

But Aenarion refused.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we are used to being undisciplined and don't like to stay in one place for too long."

What a joke! It is already March 1450. In three years, the entire Constantinople will be destroyed. Unless I have the power to change history, I don’t want to be buried with this dying empire.

The easiest way to survive after traveling back to this era would be to cling to the Ottoman Empire. However, due to some strange circumstances, he had offended the Ottomans quite badly and killed several Janissaries without knowing it, which not only angered the Thirteenth Legion, but he also captured the sister of the future Ottoman Empire's war marshal. So he didn't dare to take this path now.

But even if I didn't join the Ottoman Empire, the Mediterranean and Europe are so big that I can't go anywhere else. Why do I have to hang myself here?

Constantine XI sighed, knowing the current state of decline of the empire, it was normal that he could not keep anyone, so he did not force it. Indrognir was also a little disappointed, his excitement to go home was diluted by the sadness and reluctance of being separated from Aenarion.

"The Empire's Galleon and its sailors are all on mission, so I can't give it to you right away. How about this? There's also a 40-meter-long Caravel anchored in the harbor. It's a new warship I bought from the Spaniards a few days ago. How about I give it to you?

This new type of sailing ship has three decks, three masts, and a carrying capacity and sailing capacity that exceeds that of ordinary paddle boats. And because of the power of sails, there is no need to equip large oars on both sides of the hull. The 40-meter-long side and the space on the upper and lower four decks, totaling 160 meters, can be equipped with long-range projection firepower.

I have seen Spanish ships equipped with twenty long-barreled cannons and more than thirty muskets on one side of the ship. Their long-range firepower is far greater than that of the Venetian galleys. The firepower of a broadside salvo is extremely spectacular. However, those Galleons, because they must be equipped with a row of large oars on both sides, can only install three to five heavy cannons on the bow and stern. "

As soon as Constantine finished speaking, Artemisia immediately became unwilling.

"I have encountered caravels many times at sea. They are large ships with deep draft and designed for ocean voyages. They are not good at sailing in the narrow Mediterranean Sea, especially in the Aegean Sea, which has thousands of islands. It is too easy to run aground. Only experienced captains can control them.

You...were you deceived by the Spanish dwarf shipbuilders and bought a new caravel to strengthen the navy, but then found out that it was not suitable for sailing in the Aegean Sea and you couldn't return it, so you wanted to give it to us?"

Constantine XI's face stiffened slightly, as if someone had touched a sore spot, but he couldn't get angry.

"As compensation, you can make a request, and I will do it to the best of my ability."

Aenarion pulled Artemisia's armor, signaling her to stop talking. The emperor in front of him was very sincere. He didn't get angry when you said that, and he even proposed remedial measures. It seemed that he really couldn't come up with a large galley suitable for sailing in the Mediterranean.

But it doesn't matter. The caravel is not bad, but it is a little difficult to sail in shallow waters. In this era, it is the best choice for ocean voyages. Moreover, the firepower of the three-deck side and three-layer cannons is really fierce.

Galleons are only suitable for the Mediterranean Sea. They are simply not capable of long-distance sailing. In comparison, it would not be a bad idea to get a 40-meter-class caravel.

"Then, I wonder if Your Majesty has any profession like Duskblade that requires intelligence or charm casting, but can also take care of combat at the same time? I heard that the books and knowledge collected in Constantinople are the best in the European continent. I would like to get the answer I want from you."

"Of course you can. The White Tower of Horus in Constantinople contains all the books and knowledge in the world. It's just a profession of practicing both magic and martial arts. It's nothing. I'll give you a month. Within a month, you can freely enter and leave the White Tower of Horus and read and copy any knowledge in it."

Constantine XI agreed without hesitation and sent someone to take them to see the ship.

Aenarion waved goodbye to Indrognir and Eileen. The little princess hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and suddenly rushed forward, hugging Aenarion reluctantly. In front of her brother and a hundred Phoenix Guards, she kissed Aenarion's cheek, then her little face was burning, and she ran away without saying anything.

"That little girl Indrognir seems to like you too. Why don't you show some affection?"

Artemisia said quietly.

"I can still meet her in the future if I want to. Why make me so sad? Besides, what can I do if she falls in love with me? Would this Roman emperor marry his sister to an unknown person?"

Aenarion was quite open-minded.

Ji is willing to sacrifice himself for the marriage alliance. Judging from Astariel's performance, even if he takes Indrognir as his pet, she will probably still have her family and the empire in her mind, and may not necessarily go with him. Let's talk about it later.

Several people followed a Phoenix Guard to the harbor in the Holy Palace District and saw the big ship that the emperor promised: this caravel was forty meters long and its appearance was almost the same as the various sailing warships in the Age of Discovery.

There are two decks below the open deck, with the bottom cabin divided into the first and second negative decks. There are ten portholes on each side of the two decks. Up to twenty guns can be exposed on one side at the same time, allowing for a fierce broadside attack on the enemy.

However, the ship's weapons consisted of only ten brass cannons forged by Spanish dwarves, which could not even fill one side of the ship, and there were no shells or gunpowder at all. Aenarion was so amused that he did not know whether Constantine XI was too poor or too stingy.

On the open deck, three huge masts stand tall. The masts on the bow and the hull are hung with huge cross sails, the mast on the stern is hung with a triangular sail, and there is also a unique inclined mast on the bow, also with a triangular sail. The bow and stern are also covered with two-story towers. Including the ceiling, the ship has a total of five floors, and the cabin space capacity is exaggeratedly large.

After entering the ship's tower, Aenarion discovered that the ship was extremely short of weapons and ammunition, but the interior decoration was quite meticulous. The furniture in the largest and most luxurious cabins had obviously been carefully decorated. A super-large bed covered with velvet was fixed in the front of the room, and a mahogany carved desk was against the porthole, with excellent brightness and lighting. There were weapon racks, wardrobes and other things. On the wall directly above the bed, there was a special Orthodox cross with one vertical and three horizontal lines, which looked like the Chinese character "丰".

There are even several exquisite and gorgeous oil paintings hanging on the walls, carefully protected by glass. There are Adam and Eve under the apple tree; the Trinity of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit; a warrior slaughtering five dragons; and David holding a sling and shooting a giant.

This room is much more luxurious and beautiful than Artemisia's deputy captain's room.

"The three of us can't drive this behemoth away."