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Aenarion was stunned. She had never expected that this Slaanesh Paladin would actually give her a Slaanesh Mark ability back to her through the Familiar Contract! And it was automatically improved according to different professions. She could scold and command humanoid creatures six times more, and she could sign a contract with a Familiar six times more.

Honestly, this ability is pretty mediocre, since the warlock's pet can only be small animals like mice and cats, and there's not much difference between one and six.

[Idea's Beauty] has a strong blood bearing capacity, but it just means that a weak animal pet can be replaced with a stronger human partner.

But when these two abilities are combined, the effect is terrifying! You can have six powerful pets, powerful companions! You have to choose carefully, after all, the pet is directly connected to the warlock's soul. If the contract is torn up, or the pet dies, your soul will also be greatly affected.

In order to avoid damage, you cannot sign or replace magical pets randomly.

Aenarion felt a little happy, and by the way, he opened the previous spell bar, picked out five zero-ring tricks, and put them into his own list of known spells. These tricks were very weak, but they could be released without consuming magic points.

[Detection]: Consumes 0 mana points and detects the target's occupation and attribute points.

[Flame]: Consumes 0 mana points, launches a small flame, causing 1~3 points of fire damage to the target.

[Stun]: Consumes 0 mana points and stuns a target below level 5 for six seconds.

[Hand of the Mage]: Consumes 0 mana points and allows an object weighing up to 2.3 kg to float and move freely.

[Increase Resistance]: Consume 0 mana points, and the recipient's saving throw bonus is increased by 1.

Chapter 5: The Beauty of a Thought

After finishing his job, Aenarion thought for a while and asked the five most critical questions.

"Artemisia, what day is today? Where is this place? Who are you? What is the identity of the ship I am on and the Venetians on it?"

"Today is March 1450, 3 in the Julian calendar. This is the Aegean Sea between Greece and Asia Minor. We are a warband under our Lord Lady of Thirst - the Slayers. We are responsible for abducting some white slaves in Europe and selling them to several kingdoms in Africa or the Ottomans. We usually target merchants in northern Italy. Because of their business, they travel all over the Mediterranean. They are easy to capture and make a lot of money."

"And your ship was just robbed by us. If I hadn't fallen in love with you at first sight and rescued you, you would be crammed in the dark and damp lower cabin with all the captives and slaves. There wouldn't even be room to lie down. How could you possibly sit on my soft bed?"

Artemisia chanted a few demonic characters, and her left hand was instantly wrapped in an ethereal pink flame, stroking the red mark on her neck. She consumed 24 of her holy healing points and restored her health from 1 to 25.

Aenarion nodded. It seemed that her cognition and memory had been modified a lot under the influence of the charm.

"As for the group of Venetians? They are a group of merchants who do business in various ports along the Mediterranean coast. We have been eyeing you in the port market of Constantinople. After several reconnaissances, we confirmed that you are a fat sheep, so we immediately robbed you after you went out to sea. However, there was actually a skilled person hidden among you, who actually died together with our admiral, the six-armed god-like demon of Slaanesh.

Unfortunately, our admiral is a demon who can be reborn in the skin of a mortal, but that unlucky fellow is really dead once he dies."

1450? Greece? Elves? Isn't Lady Thirst the elven name for Slaanesh? What fantasy Europe?

Aenarion's head itched so badly that he felt like his brain was growing out of his head.

"So, why did you become a pirate?"

Aenarion's question seemed to have touched Artemisia's sore spot, and her cold and beautiful face fell directly.

"I have no choice. I am a high elf in the Greek administrative region of the Roman Empire. My empire once embraced all races, was prosperous and powerful, but now, almost all of its land territories have fallen into the hands of the Ottoman Empire, and the islands scattered across the Mediterranean have been fought over by the greedy northern Italian republics such as Venice, Genoa, and Florence, and the Knights Templar established during the Crusades. Now there is only an isolated city of Constantinople and an enclave: the Peloponnese Peninsula of the Spartans, which is still in the hands of the emperor."

"When the Ottoman Empire's army, which consisted of Turkish ogres, Mongolian orcs, Persian mind flayers, Arab Ghis, Kurdish Goliaths, Armenian gray dwarves, and Asia Minor rebel elves, invaded my hometown, the empire I was loyal to did not save me, and the God I believed in did not redeem me. My hometown was burned to the ground by those hideous monsters and corrupt traitors! My relatives and friends were all captured as slaves, and were brutally slaughtered and ravaged by them!"

Artemisia's voice was choked, and tears flashed in her cold emerald pupils.

"During those darkest days, it was the Admiral who saved me. It was she who gave me the function of the Slaanesh Paladin, allowing me to gain the power to control my own destiny. Since then, I have abandoned my own beliefs and converted to the Lady of Thirst. I have been on the Admiral's ship, serving her loyally."

Aenarion felt the great pain in the other's heart, so he gently hugged the pirate in front of him, and gently patted her smooth back through her long black hair that was as soft as silk, soothing her somewhat agitated emotions. After Artemisia finished speaking, she felt better and her voice softened.

"Oh, by the way, Aenarion, have you got any money?"

Artemisia asked suddenly as she suddenly remembered something.

How could Aenarion know whether he had any money? The property in the cabin might have been confiscated by the pirates. It all depended on whether he had any money on him.

He stood up from the bed, picked up the clothes and pants that had been stripped off by the whip, shook them upside down, and looked in his pockets.

Was there something inside? When he shook it, he really shook out an antique brown leather bag. After the thing fell on the bed, there was a crisp metallic sound from inside.

Aenarion weighed the leather bag and found it was quite heavy. He opened the bag and poured it onto the bed. Many silver coins flowed out like a silver stream. There were few gold mines in Europe, but there were many silver mines. For a long time, the silver standard system was adopted. Silver coins were the main form of consumption, and only very large businesses used gold coins.

He picked up a silver coin and examined it. The printing on the front of the coin was quite delicate. Surrounded by a circle of Latin letters, it showed two people holding up a scepter together. On the back, it showed a person sitting on a throne.

"This is a Grosso silver coin minted by the Venetians. The front is printed with the Doge of Venice and St. Mark at the time of minting, and Jesus Christ sitting on the throne on the back. Fortunately, it is the currency of the Venetians. Their money can be used along the Mediterranean coast, unlike other kingdoms, where the currency they mint can hardly leave their own country."

Artemisia counted the coins and found that there were a total of one hundred and twenty.

"You asked me if I had any money. Is it something urgent?"

Aenarion played with the silver coins in his hand.

"Ah, it's like this. According to the rules of the Slayers, you are the property of the entire warband. Once we get close to land, you will be sold like other slaves and spoils of war. The money will be divided among everyone according to merit and position. I am just using the privileges of the vice captain to temporarily borrow and enjoy you as a slave. Once the ship docks, the admiral will sell all the spoils of war for money. In that case, I will not be able to protect you."

Artemisia bit her red lips and said with some embarrassment.

"So what you mean is that you can only provide shelter before the fleet arrives, and as soon as the fleet arrives, I will be immediately sold to the slave market?!"

Aenarion's eyes widened in surprise, and then he thought of something.

"No, as a vice captain, you can bypass this rule and buy me out directly. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me if I had any money."

"That's right. Including the admiral, the captains and vice-captains of our six ships can indeed purchase the spoils first at the market price."

Artemisia's cold and beautiful face flushed with shame. She lowered her head and hid her cold and beautiful face behind her black hair that was as smooth as a waterfall. However, Aenarion could feel her shame and uneasiness through the pet contract.

"However, your face is so beautiful that it is probably the most valuable one in this batch of goods. It can be sold for several thousand Grosso at least. You only have 120 silver coins... I used up all my money last time. Even if I add the proceeds from this robbery, it is not enough to buy you."

Aenarion raised his eyebrows in confusion. This silver coin weighed no more than ten grams. If there were thousands of silver coins, more than ten kilograms of silver in exchange for a slave? This price was too outrageous. What did he look like? Why was it so expensive?

He looked around and found a bronze mirror on the female pirate's dressing table. Aenarion quickly grabbed it and looked at his face carefully. Then he took a breath of cold air. His face and body were hidden in an invisible layer of psychic mirror mist. This layer of mist was like a mirror, reflecting the observer's most beautiful dreams and the most filthy desires. The extremely handsome face under the black hair and the incomparably perfect figure were simply a masterpiece of art. Even he himself was a little intoxicated when looking at it.

The blood-bearing ability of [Beauty of Imagination] not only gives him a special magical pet, but also gives him an extremely exaggerated appearance.

Good news, I didn’t die because I’m good-looking.

Bad news, because of my good looks, I am going to be sold as a slave.

The worse news was that because I was so good-looking and my price was too high, even the deputy captain didn't have enough money to buy me!

Aenarion scratched his long black hair in pain. Where could he get money in this vast ocean?

"Forget it. At worst I can go and borrow money from the captain."

Artemisia raised her head and smiled, but Aenarion could sense her inner hesitation and struggle, anger and disgust.

"Tell me any difficulties you have and we'll solve them together. I can sense your emotions and your icy face can't fool me."

Aenarion held her cold face in his hands and stared at her emerald snake eyes intently.

Artemisia stared into Aenarion's purple eyes for a moment before finally relenting.

"Well, this Arab sailing ship named Pride of the Sultan was seized by the admiral from the Ottoman Empire. The thirty or forty high elf slaves rescued from it, including me, had nowhere else to go and were grateful for her grace in granting us freedom, so we voluntarily believed in the Lady of Thirst and became her pirates. The ship was also renamed Pride of Caesar. We all came from the same place and looked after each other."

Artemisia's tone suddenly added a hint of disgust.

"But the captain of this new ship is not from the high elves. The admiral actually dispatched a group of Bulgarians from other ships to serve as the captain and personal guards of Caesar's Pride. Let those damn barbarians manage us noble Greek elves. Pah! The eyes of those Slavic barbarians should be gouged out alive, like Basil.

The Story of Seal II. ”

"It's understandable. On a ship, the vice-captain's faction and the captain's faction are sworn enemies and are very unfriendly. It's impossible for the two of you to unite to resist or betray the admiral's rule."

Aenarion saw at a glance what the six-armed demon was planning.

"Forget it, forget it. It's just a plea from that barbarian. Don't worry, I will definitely keep you safe. Compared to you, a little humiliation is nothing."

Artemisia gently stroked Aenarion's chest with her hands, gently pushed him down on the bed, turned over for the second time and rode on his waist, a touching smile on her cold face.

“This time, I’m going to be on top.”

Aenarion found joy in the midst of suffering, and held her slender waist with both hands, helping her to sway her hips and breasts on him, and only when the two were making love, would her cold face bloom with a charming and intoxicating smile that made people fall in love with her.

Artemisia fought fiercely on the sea and on the bed, and was strangled to death once. After another climax, she became exhausted and fell asleep next to Aenarion. Her two white arms tightly embraced his hot and slender body, unwilling to let go.

Aenarion's magic power was exhausted, and after two rounds of fierce fighting, his whole brain was numb. He hugged her cold and sexy body with his hands, closed his eyes in a daze, and vaguely heard Artemisia's mumbling in her sleep in the darkness.

"If you really don't have the money to buy it, come more often in the next few days and make sure you conceive successfully and give birth to a boy. Maybe he can even inherit his super beautiful warlock bloodline..."

"A Slaanesh madman who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

Aenarion murmured to himself, and then he fell asleep.

Chapter 6: Female Leopards in Bulgaria

The next day, the two of them got up around noon and began to pack and dress. One by one, they put clothes and armor back on her graceful body. The fleet had already set sail again. After plundering all the treasures from the Venetian merchant ship, the pirates sank it directly, letting the more than 40-meter-long sea monster sink to the bottom of the sea.

"When I go out to meet the captain, you wait here. Don't open the door if anyone knocks. The entire ship is full of Slaanesh followers who can't control their desires. Without my protection, it will be very dangerous for you to face them. Here, the most common pirate is also a first-level warrior, and they come in groups of three or five. It's best not to cause conflicts."

Artemisia's right hand turned into a long whip like a venomous snake, with a row of sharp bone spurs growing on it. She used it as a comb to comb her ankle-length black hair while warning Aenarion.

"Okay, I get it. How much do you sell your weapons for? I don't need this little money anyway. I'm going to use these 120 Grosso to buy some self-defense weapons, just in case."

Aenarion put on his own silk clothing, well, standard North Italian merchant style, and it looked like it was well made.

"I'll bring you a pirate's internal loot price list later. You can choose it yourself, and then I'll use my identity to buy it."

After combing her long hair, Artemisia walked out of the room gracefully and carefully locked the door with three locks to protect her lover. Aenarion lay on the porthole, looking at the surging sea, thinking about his next plan.

After a while, there was a rustling sound of a door opening, and Aenarion was surprised to find that Artemisia had returned to the room with two humans.

One of the women was wearing a purple cloak inlaid with gold threads. Her long brown hair was curly like the waves of the sea. Her mature and sexy face had a pair of amber eyes that revealed all kinds of charm. Her two plump red lips were like a deadly aphrodisiac, attracting the attention of others.

Although that mature and voluptuous body was completely wrapped in the purple cloak, the two majestic mountains on the chest and the plump buttocks like peaches formed four full arcs above the loose cloak. Two delicate calves stretched out from the edge of the cloak decorated with golden tassels, and she stood barefoot on the deck. Her ten round jade toes were painted with the same shade of crimson rouge as her lipstick.

On her back, she was carrying a huge two-handed sword that was shining with cold light. She looked mature, sexy and majestic, two completely different temperaments, perfectly integrated in her.

The second human female was almost naked, with well-proportioned and toned limbs. She silently lay behind the majestic female warrior, crawling on the wooden deck with her knees and palms, like a pet such as a cat or a dog. Her round and plump buttocks were raised high, trembling slightly with her crawling steps, and looked very elastic. Her slender neck was put on a metal collar, and she was led and enslaved by the female knight.

Her toned body was only covered with two leopard-skin dresses to cover her private areas, and a piece of purple gauze to distinguish between friend and foe. Large areas of attractive wheat-colored skin and half of her round and plump chest were exposed. Combined with a necklace made of wild beast fangs and pale claw-shaped battle patterns on her thighs, she looked extremely wild.

Black

Under the beautiful long hair, on the exotic face, are a pair of amber eyes, burning with the bestial flame of choosing prey. On the smooth jade back, is a rune spear more than two meters long, engraved with strange marks.

"He is the slave you bought even at the cost of borrowing money from me?"

The cloaked female captain glanced at Aenarion casually and said to Artemisia with disdain, "I didn't expect that this icy-faced man who had been fighting with me for such a long time would actually come to me and borrow money for a toy. He is so depraved."

But as she glanced, the psychic mist covering Aenarion's body was like a mirror, immediately reflecting the darkest desires in her heart and the flesh and blood that best suited her sexual preferences and fantasies.

What the hell is this? It's so pretty?

This casual glance made her heart beat faster, her breathing quickened, and her beautiful legs became weak and trembling. The captain, who had seen countless people, was astonished by her peerless beauty. After a casual glance, he could not take his eyes away. This kind of appearance was simply the most powerful aphrodisiac for the Slaanesh believers who pursued pleasure and were not bound by any moral constraints.

The girl dressed like a primitive also widened her eyes in surprise. Her two beautiful amber eyes stared at Aenarion's face greedily with aggressive eyes, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

"That's right, dear Captain, the Bulgarian leopard - Mariana Luciano."

Artemisia coldly said a string of honorifics.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this little elf is so attractive. No wonder he can fascinate my sister so much. Even if I have to surrender to my will and borrow money, I will buy you. However, a slave of this quality is not cheap. I estimate that he can sell it for at least 2,000 Grosso. If he meets a fat sheep, he can sell it for even more. This is a huge sum of money."

The female captain assessed Aenarion's worth.

"That's why I want to borrow some money from you, Captain. I am willing to pay 20% interest, and in future battles, I will persuade all the elves on the ship to obey your orders."

Artemisia had a cold face and reluctantly asked the Bulgarian in front of her.

“Very attractive terms.”

The female knight stroked her long wavy hair that was as fluffy as the waves on the ocean and nodded with satisfaction.

"But, sister, how can you eat such a beautiful slave alone? We have been fighting for so long. To be honest, rather than seeing your icy face showing an expression of submission to me, I would rather see your anger, unwillingness, and humiliation because I took away your beloved thing - I bought this slave."

"You're a lesbian, why are you buying my male lover instead of playing with your beastly female slave?!"

Upon hearing that the captain was not only unwilling to lend money but also wanted to take Aenarion away from her, Artemisia rushed into the room like a furious cat, stood in front of Aenarion, blocked the two's aggressive sight, and the flesh in her right hand changed again. This time, it turned into a huge sword that was 1.6 meters long and covered with scarlet blood vessels. She placed it across the throat of the female captain.

"He's mine! Mine!"

"When the fleet docks and the admiral starts selling the spoils, he will no longer be yours."

The Bulgarian didn't care about the huge sword at her throat. She pushed her long brown hair behind her ears and enjoyed Artemisia's anger and unwillingness.

"Yes, no matter how handsome he is, he is still a man, and I don't need him. But, I can carve my name on his pretty face, put a collar around his neck, keep him on the deck, and allow anyone on the ship to have sex with him - except you. You can only watch your lover making love with everyone on the ship, trembling with anger and helpless. Ah~ that scene is very wonderful just thinking about it."

The Bulgarian woman smiled smugly, but Aenarion was dumbfounded.

What the hell, why do all women want to buy me? Have you ever considered my feelings?

Seeing that the negotiations had broken down, Aenarion immediately used the zero-ring trick [Detection] that consumed no magic power to find out her information, thinking that if this woman was not strong enough, he would cooperate with Artemisia to kill people and rob, or simply take her as a magical pet.

Soon, accompanied by an invisible mental shock, several lines of densely packed small characters appeared above his pupils.