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Aenarion closed his eyes.

"I originally planned to be a pirate on the Aegean Sea for the rest of my life, but my mother suddenly gave me such a great gift. I was able to use your dowry to raise my first army and build my first business. I was able to realize my dreams and seek revenge, and even use the capital in my hands to try to pry open a corner of the Janissary Legion. Our business is thriving."

"Then you must thank me and our mother. The dowry you used to buy the army, ships, and cannons was all mine."

Astariel took out a golden leaf as thin as a cicada's wing and placed it between the pages of the book. Then she carefully put the book down and gently stroked Aenarion's chest with her slender hands.

"Yes, yes, my mother is in Athens. I will thank her when I get back. But you are by my side."

Aenarion suddenly stood up, turned over and pressed Astariel under him, their chests pressed tightly together, their noses gently touching, and they could feel each other's increasingly rapid breathing. A pair of strong hands grasped her slender wrists, making it impossible for the girl to struggle.

"I can thank you properly now."

"Why don't we go to the pool? It's too hot. It's cool there."

After becoming a wife for the first time, Astariel's frail face was still shy, but it was more seductive. This top student's terrifying learning ability, after being used in pornographic films, her various skills in seducing humans and in bed also improved by leaps and bounds. In some ways, she was even better than her mother. For example, she could sit on a stack of papers and shake her slender waist and beautiful buttocks. After getting up, a neat stack of papers could be spread on the chair, forming a perfect circle.

"Your will."

Aenarion stood up and carried Astariel to the exclusive baths of the Duke of Thebes next to the Governor's Palace. It looked like a relic from the ancient Roman era. The entire room was built of white marble, with inlaid stones on the floor. The four walls were covered with ancient murals, and all the doors were designed with very retro round arches. On both sides of the passage stood statues of unknown people. The huge baths were divided into dozens of bathing pools, which could accommodate dozens of people bathing at the same time.

At Aenarion's command, the servants had already filled the swimming pool-sized bath with cold water and left early, leaving only the Duke and his wife to play there. The two took off their clothes and jumped into the water, which was less than a meter deep, like fish, playing with each other.

Astariel swam a few times, then sat down on the shore. She looked at Aenarion with a charming look on her face. She picked up half a gourd with her right hand, filled it with a basin of water, and slowly poured it over her head.

Drops of crystal water flowed across her charming smile, plump breasts, slender waist, and long legs, and finally fell into the bathtub along her ten jade-like toes, dripping.

The wet golden hair was messy and stuck to her fair skin.

"You're quite energetic today. I wonder how many correct characters your thighs have to write before they can no longer support you and beg for mercy? Let me guess, five?"

Aenarion was seduced by her and his erection was erected. Just when he was about to take action, the situation suddenly changed. Two golden lightning bolts whizzed down from the beams and controlled Astarielle, one on the left and one on the right. They were actually two golden leopards.

Artemisia casually controlled the bathing attendants and walked in from the main entrance with graceful steps. Every few steps she took, she would take off a few pieces of clothes. When she arrived next to the bathing pool, her hot and sexy body was left with only a full-body black silk jumpsuit. Every piece of beautiful flesh on her body was covered by this thin and revealing black silk, outlining her perfect curves.

Only her cool face, slender hands, and a pair of delicate feet were exposed - oh, since the last time she had sex with Aenarion, the crotch of every black silk jumpsuit she wore had been torn, exposing her pink petals.

"You and your mother have occupied him for too long. It's time for us to take over."

Artemisia stretched out a finger, forcing Astarielle to raise her chin and look into her eyes, then she jumped into the swimming pool in front of her. The wet petals eagerly wrapped around her and swallowed the jade pillar. The two of them stood in the water to complete their union. She wrapped her arms around Aenarion's neck, and her two beautiful legs in black silk wrapped around her lover's waist like a venomous snake. Her beautiful body rose and fell, and the unique friction of the black silk made him unable to stop.

Astariel learned all the knowledge of pornography from her mother, a drow elf. She was not unable to accept group sex. She had her first night with her mother and husband. But these Slaanesh followers wanted to have sex with the minotaur in front of her, which made Astariel very unhappy.

Astariel waited patiently for a while, and seeing that Artemisia wanted to come again after her first climax, she immediately cast a telekinetic spell. Hundreds of kilograms of fresh water emitted a faint silver light, and floated to the surface under her will, turning into six water snakes. Two of them smashed the two leopards into drowned rats, and the last four all smashed Artemisia.

"I have heard about how you helped him escape from the Slaanesh pirates. I am very grateful for the help you all gave my husband when he was at his weakest."

Astariel hugged Aenarion and quickly learned the trick that Artemisia had just used. She hung on his tall body like a snake and completed the fusion in the water.

"But he is my husband. If he wants to participate in sex, he must admit that I am the dominant one!"

Artemisia was a little distressed. This would definitely not be a real fight. Everything that happened before was just a joke. However, Astariel knew so many spells. She had at least a dozen joke spells that could easily defeat her in this environment.

"ok I admit it."

Several Slaanesh followers did not care about such things and soon started having sex in the pool. The splashing water, accompanied by long and round beautiful legs, trembling and shaking breasts, and wet and beautiful bodies, formed a series of extremely erotic pictures.

Aenarion was touching Astariel at a distance, playing with Mariana's sexy and charming body with his hands, and kissing Artemisia's red lips, satisfying all the girls separately. The Leopard Girl was swimming there a little bored, but was called over by Mariana. She was hesitantly held in the arms of the mistress, her muscular legs painted with wild animal patterns, opened in an M shape, welcoming Aenarion's entry.

The moment this lesbian was penetrated by the towering jade pillar and reached the climax, her eyes turned into the shape of hearts. Aenarion made her enjoy the peak pleasure that she could not enjoy when playing with Mariana, making her fall hopelessly in love with this feeling. She reached the climax in one collision after another, and let out a lustful and beastly roar.

Chapter 151: Pleasant Depravity

While Aenarion was playing with the girls in the bathroom, Sister Miriel, who couldn't stand the heat, was bathing next door. As the only healing priest in Aenarion's army, she happened to have the right to enter the Governor's bathroom.

At this moment, Miriel finally took off her extremely conservative nun robe, revealing her youthful and beautiful body and her huge breasts that were as amazing as her healing abilities, and soaked in the pool to cool off.

Listening to the obscene sounds coming from across the wall, she couldn't help but blushing, and curled up in a corner of the bath, silently reciting the Bible to clear her mind of distracting thoughts. However, the seductive cries of those Slaanesh and Tzeentch followers, the slapping sounds of fiercely colliding flesh, and the obscene splashing sounds of water intertwined together, turning into a lustful sound that constantly disturbed her attention.

Slowly, Mirielle's recitation of the Bible words became confused, her fair face became more rosy, and the two bright red cherries on her chest became engorged and erect because of excitement.

Catholics are celibate, not including ordinary believers, but God's clergy must be pure virgins, otherwise, not to mention the position of priest, priest, holy warrior and other professional levels of divine arts, will be directly removed by God.

deprivation.

Although some bishops and priests have found loopholes in the purity of Christian priesthood, such as self-comfort or playing with little boys of the same sex does not count as losing virginity, and they have been able to satisfy their sexual desires while avoiding punishment, there are still a large number of true ascetics who will never touch upon sexual relations between men and women in their entire lives.

And Miriel is one of them.

However, after being inexplicably imprinted with that damn Slaanesh blessing, her body seemed to become more sensitive, empty, and mentally, a strange desire gradually increased. At first, she could still suppress it by chanting, but listening to the obscene sex live, the stimulation was too great for the conservative Mirielle, and this layer of shackles almost collapsed instantly.

She tried to escape, but Aenarion was having sex in the main bathhouse, which was as big as a swimming pool. All the small bathrooms were connected to that place. If she wanted to leave, she would have to face the orgy scene. This was too shocking and too shameful for a conservative nun.

There was no other way, Miriel tried to cover her ears, but at this moment it was Mariana's home turf, the obscene and high-pitched screams of the Slaanesh believers were extremely penetrating, no matter whether she blocked her ears with her fingers or immersed herself in the water, she could still hear her wanton cries!

Under the influence of this atmosphere, Mirielle's heartbeat and breathing became more rapid, her blood flow rate also began to increase, her mind was in chaos, and she could no longer recite the Bible and pray for peace of mind.

And in this extreme irritation, her slender fingers accidentally brushed across her delicate pistil.

In an instant, Mirielle felt as if she was struck by a beam of lightning on the brain. An unprecedented wonderful feeling spread throughout her body, making her feel numb all over. She lost all her strength and could not help but gasp. She collapsed in the swimming pool, splashing waves.

Although the Catholic priesthood is abstinent, professions such as priests and paladins all rely on perception attributes to cast divine spells. Only people with very high perception attributes can enter the priesthood system.

The higher the perception, the higher the intuition of hearing, vision, and sixth sense will be, and the higher the sensitivity of the body will also be.

Mirielle collapsed in the swimming pool, looking at her right hand in disbelief. She hesitated for a moment, and carefully used her right hand to touch the little mouth below again. The wonderful feeling was like a bunch of weak electric currents, stimulating her brain crazily, making this old-fashioned nun subconsciously comfort herself, and gradually learned without any instruction how to knead, caress and other methods to make herself happier. She even felt a greater emptiness in the waves of bliss, so she used both hands.

Encouraged by the sounds of Aenarion's sex, the nun's hands moved faster and faster, the unprecedented feeling became stronger and stronger, her smooth jade legs stretched straight in the water, her ten crystal jade toes curled up tightly together, kicking the water unconsciously, under the stimulation of wave after wave of nerve currents, her whole brain went blank, subconsciously she imagined Aenarion's beautiful face, and took him as material for casting spells.

After an unknown amount of time, she almost fainted in ecstasy and orgasmed for the first time in her life. The milky white vaginal fluid flowed down her white thighs and into the entire bathtub.

Miriel was panting heavily. She no longer resisted the sounds outside, and used them as the background music to comfort herself for the second and third time, pursuing happiness. Even though she bit her lips tightly, she could not help but make some embarrassing sounds. However, these moans were instantly drowned out by Aenarion's obscene sounds.

After Aenarion and the other girls left the bath, Miriel had collapsed from the multiple orgasms and could no longer stand steadily. Her beautiful legs, covered in water and vaginal fluid, were trembling. It took her a long time to stand up, put on her sexy and graceful body one piece after another of the old-fashioned nun's clothes, and hurriedly left the bathroom with a red face, holding onto the wall.

After resting for a few days in Thebes and making sure that the Dark Angels had indeed retreated, Aenarion began to attack.

In the territory of Thebes, the rebellious knights and barons of several other castles knew that Aenarion would not let them go, and they also knew that he had blown up the Castle of Marathon with cannons. So they quickly packed up their belongings and fled with the Dark Angels, taking everything they could take with them. They did not dare to resist at all, for fear that they would be the next to be killed by the cannons.

At this point, Aenarion apparently recovered all of Athens, but his ruling system was completely paralyzed. He only controlled two cities and seven castles by force. More than half of the farmland and manors were impossible to rule and tax effectively. All he could do was to develop his own strength during this period of free time to deal with the second wave of attacks from the Ottoman Empire that might come at any time.

First, he used his power as the Duke of Athens to declare that the former Count of Thebes had shamelessly defected, transferred his title to himself, and gave himself the one city and three castles owned by the Count of Thebes as his fiefdom.

Afterwards, he recruited another 700 unarmored spearmen from Thebes and Athens, of whom 600 were sent to guard the two castles of Martinum and Delphi, with 300 men in each castle, to block the Ottoman Empire's southward advance through the throat fortress. The remaining 100 men went to Colonia to maintain stability, while his main force of 1,000 men stayed in Thebes, and would provide reinforcements in whichever direction the enemy attacked.

Athens recruited another 200 men, with 100 men each from Athens and Marathon to maintain stability.

Secondly, there is the problem of gunpowder. Everything else is easy to deal with, but due to the lack of saltpeter in Western Europe, the price of gunpowder has always been high, and now it is difficult for me to buy enough from the Ottomans.

Gunpowder. He thought about it and came up with a way to make gunpowder based on the conditions he had.

Aenarion hired a total of 400 laborers in the two cities of Athens and Thebes under his jurisdiction. Their task was very simple, which was to collect urine from house to house in the city. All the urine was collected inside the city walls, on a large piece of open land. More than 16,000 people in the two cities did not object. After all, their own urinals had to be emptied out eventually. It was good that the Duke hired people to help him empty his urine.

After obtaining the urine of the entire city, these laborers also needed to dig holes in the ground, pour in water and lime, which Greece never lacked, to maintain the soil temperature and promote bacterial growth, and then pour the urine directly into the holes. After a period of time, the soil mixed with urine would turn into nitrate soil, which would be mixed with extremely easy-to-make wood ash in a ratio of three to one, and the nitrate water rich in potassium nitrate would be filtered out. After evaporating the nitrate water, you could get potassium nitrate of extremely high purity to make gunpowder.

The disadvantage is that this process takes a very long time, probably several months. But as long as the first batch of saltpeter is successful, judging from the labor of these workers pouring urine every day, as long as I can survive these few months, I will be able to get a large amount of gunpowder every day. A gunpowder workshop can be built near these saltpeter fields.

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Chapter 152: The Bloodstained Church

After solving the problem of insufficient gunpowder, Aenarion planned to build two schools in Athens and Thebes respectively. One school would teach culture and politics, select elites, build an administrative team for himself, and establish a rule covering the entire Principality of Athens; the other school would teach military warfare, send company commanders in for training, and create a large number of outstanding officers and centurions for himself.

Then the blacksmith shop also needs to be expanded. Those damn nobles and knights from Thebes defected, taking the blacksmiths who made armor for them with them. I have to find a way to recruit more blacksmiths to make weapons and armor in my territory. I have plenty of iron ore. The Ulthuan alone has more than ten tons. Now I have time to transform it into weapons and armor. It's just that there are too few blacksmiths.

Finally, the two frontline fortresses of Martinon and Delphi also need to be strengthened. If possible, Aenarion wants to mobilize craftsmen to transform them directly into bastions. He roughly remembers the structure of this thing. The essence is to change the fortress from a convex polygon to a concave polygon, like a polygonal star. Such an improvement makes it possible that no matter where the castle is attacked, the attacker's back and flanks will be exposed to two or three bastion surfaces, and the defender can use cross fire for multiple strikes.

This structure also greatly improved the castle's resistance to artillery, and he was no longer afraid of the Janissaries' artillery.

Aenarion calculated that although he had a lot of things he wanted to do, his control over the Principality of Athens was too weak. There were 8,000 people in Athens, 8,000 people in Thebes, and the four castle towns with troops stationed had a total of only 2,000 people. The monthly tax revenue was 32,000 silver coins.

In order to control the Principality of Athens, he had a thousand elite soldiers, nine cannon fodder spearmen, and Aurelia's elite rangers. The military expenditure alone was thirty-one thousand. The four hundred urine pickers each had a monthly salary of nine silver coins, which was the average income level of Athenian citizens. The total was thirty-six hundred silver coins. In addition, the administrative team that his mother-in-law had set up for him also cost three thousand silver coins...

In addition to gunpowder, the most important thing he should solve is money! Even if he has a hundred ways to improve the situation here, as long as he has no money, all the methods are useless.

Fortunately, he knew a lot of ways to make money, but he had never had the strength and territory to use them. Now Astariel provided him with a platform to use them. Inarion thought about the degree of profit of each method, and the probability and cost of being able to implement it normally in this damn place, wrote them all on paper, made an analogy and sorted them.

Then he discovered that the most violent business in this damn place was robbing churches.

The people of Athens paid two-tenths of their income to the lord, and two-tenths to the local Catholic Church. Local citizens also went to the church to donate from time to time. I collected so much tax in order to build an army to protect the security of the entire territory, and at the same time vigorously develop the entire territory and pay wages to thousands of people.

You have only ten people in your church, why do you get so much money? What have you done for Athens? When I went to Thebes to fight the Dark Angel, I didn't even fart, why do you get so much money now? ? ?

Aenarion suddenly felt unbalanced. If he could conquer the church, his tax revenue would double!

Aenarion first took a deep look at the situation of the church here. In 1450, the Catholic Church was already on the decline and on the verge of collapse. First, the King of France used the Pope to control Europe, and then a bunch of Protestants exploded in Bohemia. Now the Pope could not even manage Western Europe, so how could he have time to manage the Orthodox Church and the Crusader States in the Muslim sphere of influence.

The bishops here are basically elected by the locals after fierce competition, and they pay a symbolic tithe to the Pope every month to make the Pope recognize their authority.

What's even better is that in this world, because of the existence of extraordinary powers, women can learn magic and become professionals and fight just as well as men, so their status is not as low as it was in history. In theory, a cardinal can be a woman, but she is also not

Being able to marry and have children while remaining a virgin, Aenarion immediately thought of Sister Miriel.

He is an apostle and has a bunch of Chaos Cultists under his command. He can pretend to be a Christian, but it is very difficult for him to be formally recognized by the church. Only Miriel is a nun certified by the Cardinal of Rhodes Island and is originally a Catholic.

If I can support Sister Miriel to become the local bishop, and then take all the tax money into my own hands, this chess game will be successful!

Aenarion did what he said and moved his two caravels from the port of Athens that day to carry out missions in other waters.

About a few days later, a group of extremely elite Slaanesh pirates raided the harbor at night. They rushed all the way to the Catholic Church in Athens and burned, killed and looted. The local bishop was a third-level priest, who was already very powerful, but he was no match for this group of Slaanesh pirates. It was said that the pirate leader was a hybrid of a thief and a monk. It was unknown what race he was, but he had a tail. She sneaked up first, then used the monk's inch power at close range, combined with the thief's backstab, and killed the local bishop in one blow!

Then, it was time for looting. The pirates dug deep into the ground and took everything they could from the church. It was late at night, and more than an hour later, Aenarion hurriedly arrived with the local garrison. After a "fierce battle", they repelled the pirates who attacked Athens, expelled them from Athens, and protected the safety of the city.

As for the destruction of the Catholic church and the murder of all the clergy inside, the local people really don't care. Most of the high elves are Orthodox Christians. How could a Catholic church suffer such a disaster? Good riddance! Sometimes heresy is more hateful than paganism.

To make an inappropriate analogy, the most that Muslims are pagans is that they don't eat rice dumplings, while Catholics are heretics and are discussing with you whether rice dumplings are better when they are sweet or salty.

Because of this, the general view among Orthodox Christians is that they would rather see the Sultan's white turban than the Pope's triple crown.

After this sudden catastrophe, the Catholic Church in Athens was basically destroyed and most of the clergy died.

At this time, Aenarion paid a visit to the only person in the city who had a divine position: Miriel.

The little nun opened the door in confusion, and when she saw Inarion, her breathing became rapid and her heartbeat quickened. In the past few days, when she was comforting herself, the protagonist in her mind was all Inarion. She blushed with shame, and her white and soft legs kept rubbing against each other under the dark and old-fashioned nun's robe.

"What, what is it, Lord Aenarion?"

Miriel lowered her head, not daring to let the other person see her blushing face.

"Miriel, the Catholic Church was looted by Slaanesh pirates yesterday, and all the personnel were killed. However, there are hundreds of Catholics in Athens. I also need a bishop to contact the Knights of Rhodes."

Aenarion placed his hands on her boneless shoulders and spoke very solemnly.

"The organization has already decided that you will serve as the local Christian bishop."

Chapter 153: Thriving

"Ah? The appointment and removal of the local bishop must be approved and permitted by the superiors. Do you feel like you are being appointed by the emperor by doing this... No, the local church has been wiped out?"

The little nun raised her head in surprise. She was so shocked by the news that all her thoughts disappeared. The local church was bloodbathed? Who did it? How dare they do that!

"The Crusader states are not so strict. I can just give an instruction to the Roman Church. However, after you become a bishop, I hope you will agree to one condition of mine. That is to give me all the twelve taxes of the church."

Aenarion tried to persuade the young sister.

"what?"

The little nun was even more surprised.

"This is the tax that the people pay to God. Why should it be given to you?"

"Then let me ask you, why do people pay taxes to God? Do they pray to God and the church to protect them?"

Aenarion said patiently.

Miriel thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

"Then do you think the local church can protect the people? When the Dark Angels invaded, they didn't send even a single priest to fight. Last night they were attacked by pirates and were completely wiped out. It was me who led the army in the middle of the night and defeated the pirates, thus protecting the safety of Athens."

Aenarion guided the other's thoughts.

“There are very few Catholics in the Principality of Athens, less than one-tenth of the total number, and the church is very weak. If the local church was as martial as Rhodes Island, had the fighting power of the Knights Hospitaller, and was even willing to fight the pagans for the people, then I would definitely not say this.

However, the fact is that the local church is weak and incomparable. They are neither willing nor able to protect the local people. So, do you think they take this tax for God to protect the local people, or for their own comfort and enjoyment? When you become a bishop, this money will be given to you. How will you use it to protect the believers in Athens?

As for me, after receiving this money, I can recruit more troops, repair the castle's defenses, and build schools, so that I can protect the local people.

Miriel was stunned for a moment, and found that she really couldn't argue with the man in front of her. After becoming the Duke, Aenarion no longer concealed himself. He was now wearing plain clothes and no helmet. His beautiful face made Miriel's heart beat faster and her breathing quickened. Her mind gradually stopped arguing about the issue of the church's tax source, and instead gradually recalled this...

For days I thought about his face, comforting myself with the fact.

For a moment, Miriel's body began to tremble again. The petals between her legs under the thick black robe were gradually covered with crystal morning dew. She lowered her blushing face again, not daring to look at Inarion's face. She nodded softly, accepting Inarion's proposal.

Aenarion left with satisfaction. One day later, the same thing happened in Thebes: the Slaanesh pirates who looted the church in Athens once again bloodbathed the church in Thebes.

A day later, the two caravels returned to the Athenian harbor. Mariana and other Slaanesh pirates, as well as the Abundant Corpses, filled the ships with treasures looted from the two cathedrals. Aenarion carefully calculated the looted treasures, and found that they were worth 300,000 grosso silver coins.