The night is getting deeper. The moonlight is sparse, the stars have disappeared, the earth has fallen into shadow, and the mountains and forests have returned to darkness.
The military camp of the Guards Corps was fierce and fierce, quiet and solemn. Elite warriors held torches and patrolled outside the camp. They guarded the king in the big tent, and also guarded against the nobles staying in the small town.
Shulot was dressed in military uniform and sat cross-legged in the big tent. He held a volume in his hand and sat on a soft jaguar rug under him. A brazier was lit in the big tent and the ceiling was open, letting in the night breeze from time to time.
It's still warm in the south in November, so you can sleep peacefully without a cotton blanket.
After reading for a while, the king felt inexplicably agitated. He threw away the book in his hand, revealing that the cover of the book was the alliance's new tax decree, which had just been promulgated. The decree further strengthened the authority of King Avit.
, clarified the tribute requirements of the nobles, and started from this year's annual tribute. In other words, it is to centralize power and increase the taxes of nobles at all levels, naturally including the Kingdom of the Lake.
Shulot took a deep breath and let it out. Then, he looked at the warrior commander.
"Bertard, how are the nobles in the south doing?"
"Your Highness, some of the nobles left overnight, and some stayed in small towns. Most of them must have resigned themselves to their fate, but only a few seem to still want to struggle."
"Well, send envoys to ask the three legions going south to speed up! The west legion controls Apatchingan. The east legion is stationed in Kuramo City, and the middle legion is isolated from the two places. It depends on the situation to move east or west. As long as the king
The army quickly moved south to control key areas, and even if the seals were reduced harshly, the nobles everywhere would have no choice but to obey!"
"As you command, Your Highness."
The warrior commander nodded and saluted, then summoned his personal guards and arranged for envoys.
Shulot picked up the book and read it for a while. His heart was still agitated. He suddenly spoke.
"Bertard, the Gulamo family..."
"Your Highness?"
"nothing."
The king said half a sentence and then said nothing more. Bertard lowered his head slightly, understanding in his heart, and did not ask any more questions. The tent continued to remain quiet until the shield guard Ters entered the tent to report back.
"Your Highness!"
"Um."
"A great noble from the south sent an envoy."
"not see."
"It's the girl who danced at night, just outside the tent."
Hearing this, Shulot raised his head and saw a slim and slender shadow through the curtain of the tent, standing quietly by the fire at the door of the tent.
The king glanced at the warrior captain. Bertard lowered his head without any expression. He hesitated for a while and then spoke out of nowhere.
"Let her come in... and listen to what the Gulamo family has to say."
"As you command, Your Highness."
Tels took the order and left the tent. Soon, the tent door opened again. A beautiful girl, with bare feet, stepped into the tent. A breeze blew from the ceiling, the brazier swayed gently, and there were more people in the tent.
The faint scent of elk seems to be more alluring and charming.
"Your Majesty, I send you my regards."
Medina knelt down and saluted, her posture as graceful as a cat. Her voice trembled slightly and sounded like a cry, as if a cat's claws were scratching people's hearts.
"Um."
The king had no expression on his face, staring at the beauty on the ground.
"What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, the patriarch asked me to come over."
Medina raised her head, revealing a pretty face that was filled with tears.
"I beg you to reduce the punishment on the family."
Shulot raised his eyebrows slightly and remained silent.
"Your Majesty, the Zicao family has guarded the south for generations. Kuramo City and Lake Atoyak are our home."
Medina had mist in her eyes. She took two steps on her knees and approached the fire pot in the tent. The firelight completely illuminated her body, revealing her manageable plumpness and unbearable waist.
"Your Majesty, the clan leader is willing to hand over 70% of the land and Dingkou, and only wants to retain the manor fiefdom on the north bank of the lake. The Zicao family is willing to be your most loyal servant, to drive you, and to offer...our body and soul."
Having said this, the girl slowly took off her black robe, exposing her perfect body. She stretched out a jade finger, put it in her red lips, gently swayed her waist, and slowly stood up from the ground with only the strength of her calves.
Her body is so soft, like a curled up cat, suddenly stretched out, showing slenderness and laziness.
Shulot took a breath, and heat surged up in his lower abdomen. But at this moment, he still maintained his rationality and said in a deep voice to the girl in front of him.
"The Lithospermum family must leave the south of the kingdom. On the north shore of Lake Atoyak, the kingdom must be placed directly under its jurisdiction!"
Hearing this, Medina lowered her eyes. The king in front of her wanted to occupy her beautiful hometown and drive her family to the northern wilderness. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were full of love.
"Your Majesty, please let me dance a song for you, Huastek's Cat Dance~"
Medina glanced at the king coquettishly, her eyes swaying, as if she was about to drip water. Then, she spread her hair, barefooted, swaying her body, and danced in front of the king.
Shulot's breathing gradually became heavier, and he couldn't say any words of rejection. His eyes followed the girl's body, passing through the undulating plumpness, the tightened waist, and the ups and downs again. He looked at the jade-like eyes.
The legs are dancing, the silver bells on the ankles are ringing softly, and the pink and delicate feet are walking in cat steps... The heart of the king is burning in the rising flames, experiencing an unprecedented test.
Medina changed her dance postures, showing off the beauty of the girl. She was like a ball of soft, boneless water, dancing in front of the king, attracting the violent and wanton fire. Her steps were beating like drums, accompanied by physical strength.
The over-exhausted panting fell into the king's heart. Then, the fierce dance suddenly relaxed and paused softly. She was like a playing cat that was tired, lying on the ground silently, her two delicate feet swaying lightly, bringing
Crisp ringtone.
The bell rang softly, and the cat fell asleep and woke up. She groaned softly, lay on the ground, and stretched out charmingly. Then, the cat nimbly crawled two steps, came to the king, and hugged her coquettishly.
He held the king's legs and raised his head, revealing a beautiful face.
Medina's eyes were charming, she stuck out her tongue, and licked her delicate lips. Then, she looked at the king with pure lust, like an innocent cat, and meowed softly.
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Shulot instantly felt a chill all over, and heat flowed from his lower abdomen to the top of his head, making his eyes red instantly. The king suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's arm with force, and picked her up from the ground, just like an eagle grabbing a cat.
.The scent of orchid comes to your nostrils, as if it carries some kind of aphrodisiac spice, arousing the wildest desires in people's hearts.
The king looked at the soft girl with red eyes, as if she were a beast about to devour someone. Then, with the last of his rationality and precautions, he resolutely stretched out his arm and threw the girl forward.
"Back off!!"
"ah!"
Medina stumbled two steps and fell sideways on the carpet. She covered her arms in pain, with tears in her eyes. She looked helplessly at the king, who turned into a pitiful little deer again.
"His Majesty..."
"Phew! Tell Gulamo!"
Shulot took a few deep breaths and shouted in a deep voice.
"Hand over your fiefdom obediently and seal it on the north bank of the Leman River! Stop playing such little tricks!"
Hearing this, Bertard glanced at His Highness and smiled quietly. The big tent fell into silence. Only the girl's low cry could be heard.
Shulot took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down. Then, he looked at Medina who had fallen to the ground and sighed softly. The king stood up, took two steps forward, lifted the girl up from the ground, and gave her another
Put on a protective black robe.
"Medina, tell your father."
The king's actions are gentle and his words are calm.
"There is also fertile land on the north bank of the Leman River. It is sparsely populated and has a vast area. It is said to be more than 20,000 acres of fiefdom, but it actually has unlimited possibilities. The kingdom needs manpower to guard the north and balance the forces of the Otomi tribes.
Power. Like his ancestors, he can open up frontiers, recruit desert people, and re-establish a rich territory!"
Then, Shulot took a step back and looked at the girl calmly.
"In addition, as long as Gulamo surrenders his territory as soon as possible and sets an example, the kingdom can let him take away hundreds more... Do you remember, Medina?"
Medina lowered her eyes and said nothing. After a while, she tightened her black robe and nodded silently.
"Yeah, remember."
"Okay, then go down!"
Shulot turned around, took two steps, and then remembered something.
"Bertard."
"Your Highness, I am here."
The samurai commander responded respectfully, returning from a state of quiet sculpture.
"Send a few warriors to escort Medina back."
A smile appeared on the king's face.
"Give her another pot of hot honey tea. She has sweated a lot after dancing for so long. Drink some hot tea to refresh herself."
Bertard nodded. He scooped out hibiscus tea with honey from the clay pot on the brazier, and then poured it into a clay pot. The clay pot had a simple shape and had the emblem of the royal family. It was newly fired purple sand pottery.
.
"Miss Medina, let's go."
The warrior commander walked in quietly and handed the warm clay pot to the girl's arms.
Medina nodded silently and hugged the clay pot tightly. She walked a few steps and arrived in front of the big tent, then suddenly turned back and smiled brightly.
"Your Majesty, the clan leader has his own plans. But I just simply respect you~"
When Shulot heard the sound, he saw the girl showing a charming smile. She put her fingers to her mouth, kissed her delicately, and waved to the king.
"My king! I just want to dedicate myself to you!"
The king stood there blankly, watching the girl's back disappear outside the tent. He felt lost in his heart. At this moment, the king's cold heart finally began to melt, and he lost his guard in front of a beautiful girl.