Chapter 344

On the sea, a steam passenger ship sailed northward with wind and waves.

The ship was nearly 100 meters long, and it was divided into four floors from top to bottom. Every floor was filled with extraordinary people dressed as mercenaries. People were bored drinking and playing cards in the bar on the ship.

Even though the cabin of the passenger ship has a good sound insulation effect, the very few mercenaries with auditory elements can still vaguely hear the intense panting sound coming from the most luxurious suite on the top floor from time to time, which seems to be painful and happy , attracting infinite reverie but not really listening.

"Tsk tsk..."

A middle-aged mercenary with a beard smiled ambiguously, took a sip of strong wine, and said enviously: "Your Earl is really amazing. He hasn't had a day off on board for ten days, and the captain hasn't squeezed him dry yet! It’s me, I guess I won’t be able to walk in two days.”

"Bah..." A mercenary beside him laughed.

"Based on your appearance and strength, the leader can take a fancy to you? When we went to the brothel together, even the prostitutes disliked you and charged you a few more silver crowns to do your business."

Several mercenaries around burst into laughter.

"Can't you think about it?" The middle-aged mercenary was exposed, but he was not angry. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, glared at everyone fiercely, and said with a sneer: "You fellows, who dares to say that they haven't thought about the leader?"

The mercenaries' faces froze, a little uncomfortable.

"Cough!" A mercenary captain broke the silence, and said in a low voice: "Only the earl can afford the commander's beauty. You should stop talking behind your back in the future, and be careful that you will be heard by Lord Bigbell and you will be punished."

As he spoke, his eyes wandered to a dark corner of the bar.

The mercenaries looked over and found that Mr. Bigbell was sitting there drinking alone, his face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights.

The mercenaries on board were used to his appearance.

Since one day last month, the head of the regiment spent the night in the earl's bedroom. As soon as the news came out, Lord Bigbell was hit and never recovered.

Some mercenaries secretly laughed at Bill Bell's wishful thinking, and some mercenaries felt sympathy for him.

But no one felt that the leader made the wrong choice.

They have been in Glamorgan Territory for more than a year, living in the castle, living a comfortable life, and they are no strangers to the Earl.

Whether it is identity, status or strength, Lord Earl has an overwhelming advantage.

Not to mention, the Earl is younger, has unlimited potential, and is extremely handsome. Bigbell is just a middle-aged man who has started to bald. Any woman would make the same choice as the leader. Even if it is only for the earl to be a lover, it is a hundred times better than committing to Bigobel.

But Bigbell himself couldn't think about it, and he was depressed all day long, and no one dared to touch his bad luck.

The mercenaries shook their heads and sighed, then dispersed.

In the luxury suite, the voice gradually subsided following a burst of deep and high-pitched panting.

Ren sat up with a refreshed face, and gently hugged Emily in his arms, stroking her smooth back with his palms, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Since the first taste that day, Emily has become more and more enthusiastic.

Dare to try anything, dare to play anything.

Even though Renn had read countless movies in his previous life, he didn't know as many tricks as Emily. Sometimes he was taken aback, thinking that people in this world really know how to play it. Then have fun with it.

After eating marrow and knowing the taste, he began to be a little obsessed with this feeling.

"The Gentle Township is a tomb of heroes. No wonder so many men are addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves." Ren sighed secretly, and warned himself: "Ren, Ren, you have to be vigilant, don't be eroded by women. Get started tomorrow."

After a while, Emily's physical strength recovered.

Immediately, she was entangled like an octopus again, and the soft touch came from all over the body, making Ren's blood surge up, and he wanted to refuse but was gagged.

"Hmm... let's do it again." A thought flashed through Ren's mind, and he decided to enjoy it first.

Once, twice, three times... until the seventh time, it was already late at night, Ren finally came back to his senses, and refused with difficulty: "Emilys, stop, let's stop here today, you must understand Temperance, we still have a long time to come."

Emily raised her head, smiled foolishly twice, and said rather reluctantly: "Alright then."

Ren got up and opened the window to let the fresh sea breeze into the room.

It was just mid-April, and summer had not yet entered, and the temperature on the northern coast of the mainland was even lower. The chill carried by the wind made Ren shiver slightly, and his mind was clear.

As far as the eye can see, under the night in front of the ship, there is a faint black outline of the coastline.

There is the Sea Kingdom of Balshi.

The destination of Ryan's trip was Haitok, the capital of Balshi.

Last month, Wezeland Floating City and Emily reached a secret agreement, but they haven't really started to act yet. A war, especially a war that determines the dominion of a huge kingdom, cannot be fought immediately.

The assembly of the army, the storage and transportation of materials, and strategic planning all take time, at least three to four months or even longer.

Emily has fought for it her whole life, prepared for it for decades.

Haitoke will be the gathering point for this restoration plan. The superhumans of the mercenary group under her name have returned to Haitoke one after another, and many supplies have also been delivered to the warehouse in the city in batches. The most important centaur army will cross the Wansongling Mountains from the prairie in the north of the empire, board a ship from a hidden pier a hundred miles outside Haitok City, cross the Thousand Island Sea, and land in Kangatero.

The wizards of Wedzeland will not appear until the day the army sets out by ship.

Rennes' Ultramarines and Spearwing Knights will also participate in the battle at that time, and they will be the main force to conquer Congatro.

But before that, there is one more important thing to do.

A soft body came up from behind, then turned to the front, nestled in Ren's arms, looked through the window, looking at the coastline in front of him in a trance.

"What are you looking at?" Ren asked.

"Haytock."

Emilys responded softly, and was silent for a while before continuing: "I grew up in Hightork as long as I can remember, although Lord Astan told me about my identity and kept reminding me that I am Drogon A member of the Fort family, the Princess of Dragonglass Island, the legal heir to the throne of Congatero, but I have never been to Congatero."

"Congastro is so strange to me. In comparison, Hightoke is more like my hometown..."

"I'm a little scared."

The talk suddenly stopped.

"Are you afraid that the people of Congatro will refuse to recognize you?"

Ren saw her thoughts and saw her nodding slightly, so he patted her smooth shoulder and comforted: "Conquest does not require the consent of the people, but governance. You will never do worse than King Silia Bar?"

Emily's expression became very complicated, she hesitated at first, then shook her head firmly.

King Sheria, the culprit who almost brought down the Drogonburg family.

This is an out-and-out faint king and tyrant. Looking at the whole of Allenus, it is difficult to find a ruler worse than King Silia.

During the hundred years of his reign in Congatero, he committed countless heinous deeds.

Bloodthirsty and murderous, greedy for pleasure, moody, and extremely suspicious, will burn others at the stake if something goes wrong, likes to watch prisoners be burned alive, deprives nobles of their titles and territories at every turn, and treats civilians like livestock. Tossed into the fire in large quantities, just to satisfy that perverted addiction.

People suspected that King Shyria was mentally insane, or that he had taken refuge in an evil god, and secretly called him the "Mad King".

Congatro's other families finally couldn't bear it, and they were forced to rebel abruptly, forming a coalition army, and finally overthrew the Drogonburg Dynasty and killed the Mad King.

In just a few months, House Drogonburg was uprooted.

Nearly a hundred dragon descendants of the royal family were slaughtered, and only Emily escaped under the protection of the king's guard captain Astan.

Even after decades, the Drogonburg family's reputation in Congatro is still notorious, and it can even be said to be despised.

Among them, the current king spared no effort to smear propaganda and enhance the legitimacy of his ruling power. The main reason is that the crimes committed by King Silia cannot be forgiven.

It can be foreseen that after Emily restores the Drogonburg dynasty, how much resistance will be encountered in governing the kingdom.

If it was placed in the previous life, it would be almost impossible for her to successfully restore.

But in the world of Arrenus, public opinion is not so important, and the vast ocean of the people's war cannot submerge the extraordinary legion.

What's more, the nobles of Congatero didn't know the magic weapon to mobilize the masses.

In a world where Weili belongs to himself, he finally speaks with his fists.

Ren's eyes fell on Emily's neck.

This is the only accessory she wears on her body, which never leaves her body. It is a pale golden necklace with a pendant hanging between deep ravines, shaped like a curved horn the size of a finger.

This inconspicuous horn is actually a legendary item.

It's called "Dragon's Call".

The Drogonburg family was able to rule the Congatro continent for more than three thousand years, relying on this heirloom. It is a treasure bestowed by the dragon god Bahamut, and only the dragon descendants of the Drogonburg family can blow it, summoning nearby legendary dragons to come and sign the dragon oath with them, and serve at least three hundred years.

The Dragon's Pledge is somewhat similar to the Soul Contract, but it is different. It can stimulate the blessing of the Dragon God in the soul of the Dragonborn, so that the strength of the Dragonborn Apostle will skyrocket and be directly upgraded.

The summoning of the dragon can only be used once every thirty years, and the number of times can be accumulated.

It currently has three chances to use it.

The premise of signing the oath is to defeat the dragon in an upright manner. Emilys is an eleventh-level dragon descendant apostle, and the summoned dragons are at least legendary. She is not sure of success, and has been afraid to blow the horn for many years.

Fortunately, the dragon god Bahamut also set up a rule that allows the dragon descendant apostle to appoint a helper, but it can only be a clan member or a spouse.

The only qualified person around Emily is Ren.

Ren naturally would not refuse.

She had already found three suitable giant dragons as the target of the contract, two of them were around the Balshi sea kingdom, and the other was in the territory of the orc tribe further north.

Ren came here alone with her to subdue the three giant dragons and become a helper in conquering Congatro.