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

The ship is nearly a hundred meters long and is divided into four layers from top to bottom. Each layer is filled with extraordinary people dressed in mercenaries. People are bored drinking and playing cards in the wine hall on the ship.

Even though the passenger ship's cabin has good sound insulation, a very small number of mercenaries with auditory elements still vaguely hear the most luxurious suite on the top floor, and the sound of intense gasping comes from time to time, which seems painful and happy, attracting endless imagination but not real.

"Tsk tsk..."

A middle-aged mercenary with a slap of beard smiled ambiguously, took a sip of strong wine, and said enviously: "The Count is so amazing. He has not had a day off on the boat for ten days, and the regiment commander has not squeezed him out yet! If it were me, I would probably not be able to walk in two days."

"Ph..." A mercenary next to him laughed.

"With your strength, can the team leader look down on you? When we were shopping in the brothels together, even the prostitutes despise you. They will charge you a few more silver kroners before doing your business."

Several mercenaries around were laughing loudly.

"It's not okay to think about it?" The middle-aged mercenary was exposed, but he was not angry. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, stared at everyone fiercely, and sneered: "Who dares you guys say that you have never had any bad thoughts about the regiment commander?"

The mercenaries all looked stagnant and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Cough!" A mercenary captain broke the silence and said in a low voice: "Only the Count can bear the blessing of the regiment commander. Don't talk nonsense behind your back in the future. Be careful of being heard by Lord Bigbel and being punished."

As he said that, his eyes floated towards a dark corner of the wine hall.

The mercenaries looked over and found that Lord Bigbel was sitting there drinking alone, his face was gloomy and his eyes were covered with blood, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights.

The mercenaries on the ship got used to his appearance.

Since one day last month, the commander spent the night in the Earl's bedroom, as soon as the news came out, Lord Bigbel was hit and never recovered.

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

But no one thinks the leader made the wrong choice.

They have lived in the castle for more than a year in Glamorgan, lived a comfortable life, and were familiar with the Earl.

Whether in identity, status or strength, the Earl has an overwhelming advantage.

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

But Bigbel himself couldn't think of it, and he was depressed all day long, and no one dared to touch his bad temper.

The mercenaries shook their heads and sighed and then dispersed.

In the luxurious suite, with a deep and high panting, the sound gradually subsided.

Renn sat up with a refreshed look on his face, gently hugged Emily in his arms, and stroked her smooth back with a satisfied smile on his face.

After tasting the taste that day, Emilys became more and more enthusiastic.

Dare to try anything and play anything.

Even though Renn read countless movies in his previous life, he didn't know as many tricks as Emilys. Sometimes he was shocked and thought that people in this world really know how to play, and they deserve to be the art of room researched by elves prostitutes, and then they enjoyed it.

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

"The Land of Gentleness is a hero's tomb. No wonder so many men are addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves." Rennes sighed inwardly and warned himself: "Renne, Renne, you must be vigilant. Never be eroded by women and cheer up from tomorrow."

After a moment, Emily's physical strength recovered.

She immediately tangled tightly like an octopus, and the warm and soft touch came from all over her body, causing Renne's blood to surge. He wanted to refuse but was blocked.

"Um... let's do it again." A thought flashed through Renn's mind and decided to enjoy it first.

Once, twice, three times... Until the seventh time, it was already the middle of the night. Rennes finally came back to his senses and refused with difficulty: "Emilys, stop, let's go here today. You must know how to control it. We will have a long life in the future."

Emilys raised her head, smiled foolishly, and said reluctantly: "Okay."

Renn got up and opened the windows and let the fresh sea breeze blow into the room.

It was just mid-April and summer was not yet in. The temperature on the northern coast of the mainland was even lower. The chill in the wind made Rennes shudder and his mind was enlightened.

Looking into the distance, under the night in front of the ship, there was a vague black outline of the coastline.

There is the Balshire Sea Kingdom.

Rennes's trip was the capital of Balshire, Heitoke.

Last month, the Waveland City of Waizerland reached a secret agreement with Emilys, but it has not really begun to take action. A war, especially a war that determines the rule of a huge kingdom, cannot be fought immediately if you want to.

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

Emilys has been working hard for this all her life and has been preparing for it for decades.

Heitoke will become the gathering point for this resumption plan. The extraordinary people of her mercenary group have returned to Heitoke one after another, and many supplies are also transported to the warehouses in the city. The most important centaur army will cross the Wansong Ridge Mountains from the prairie north of the empire, board a ship from a hidden pier a hundred miles outside Heitoke, cross the Thousand Islands Sea, and land in Congatro.

It was not until the day the army set out on a boat that the wizards of Wizardland would appear.

Rennes' Extreme Warriors and Gun Wing Knights will also participate in the war at that time and will be the main force to conquer Congatro.

But before that, there is another very important thing to do.

A soft body was pressed from behind, then turned to her body, nestled in Renne's arms, her eyes passed through the window, and looked at the coastline ahead to be in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" Renn asked.

"Hedoke."

Emilys responded softly, and was silent for a few more days before continuing: "Growing up in Heitoke since I can remember. Although Your Excellency Astan has told me about his identity since childhood, and has been reminding me that I am a member of the Drogonburg family, Princess of Dragon Crystal Island, and the legal heir to the throne of Congatro, but I have never been to Congatro."

"Congatro is so strange to me. In comparison, Heitoke is more like my hometown..."

"I'm a little scared."

The confiding suddenly stopped.

"Are you afraid that the people of Congatero refuse to recognize your identity?"

Renn saw her thoughts and saw her nodding slightly, so he patted her smooth shoulders and comforted her: "Conquest does not require the consent of the people, but governance is needed. You will never do worse than King Siria, right?"

Emilys's expression became very complicated. He hesitated first, and then shook his head firmly.

King Siria, the culprit who almost destroyed the Drogonburg family.

This is an absolute fool and a tyrant. Looking at the entire Alan Ershi, it is difficult to find a worse ruler than King Siria.

During the century when he ruled Congatero, he had committed countless outrageous evil deeds.

He is bloodthirsty and likes to kill, greedy for pleasure, moody, and extremely suspicious. He will be stolen by others if he is not satisfied. He likes to watch prisoners burn to death, deprive the titles and territory of nobles at every turn, and treats civilians like livestock, throwing them into the fire in large numbers to satisfy his perverted habits.

People suspected that King Siria had an abnormal spirit or had defected to the evil god, and secretly called him the "crazy king".

The other families of Congatro finally couldn't stand it, and were forced to rebel, formed a coalition, and finally overthrew the Drogonburg Dynasty and killed the Crazy King.

In just a few months, the Drogonburg family was uprooted.

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

Even after decades, the Drogonburg family's reputation in Congatero is still poor, and it can even be said to be despicable.

Among them, the current king spared no effort to smear propaganda and enhance the legitimacy of his own rule. The main reason is that the crimes committed by King Siria are unforgivable.

It can be foreseeable how much resistance the rule of the kingdom will be subject to after Emilys restored the Drogonburg dynasty.

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

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

What's more, Congatro's nobles did not know the magic weapon to mobilize the masses.

In the world where Weili belongs to itself, he ends up speaking with his fists.

Renne's eyes fell on Emilys' neck.

This was the only ornament she wore, and she never left her body. A light golden necklace, pendant hanging between deep gullies, and a curved horn that looked like a finger.

This inconspicuous horn is actually a legendary item.

It is called "Summoning the Dragon".

The Drogonburg family was able to rule the Congatro continent for more than 3,000 years, and relied on this Dragon Summoning. It is a treasure given by the dragon god Bahamut. Only the dragon descendants of the Drogonburg family can sound it and summon the nearby legendary dragons to come and sign the Dragon Vow with it, and serve at least three hundred years.

The Dragon Oath is somewhat similar to the Soul Contract, but it is different. It can inspire the Dragon God blessing in the Dragonborn soul, causing the strength of the Dragonborn Apostle to soar and directly upgrade.

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

It currently has three chances to use.

The prerequisite for signing an oath is to defeat the dragon with dignity. Emilys is a eleventh-level dragon descendant apostle, and the dragons summoned are at least legendary. She was not sure of success and did not dare to sound the trumpet for many years.

Fortunately, the dragon god Bahamut also set up a rule that allows the dragon apostles to designate a helper, but only a tribe or spouse.

The only condition that meets the situation around Emilys is Rennes.

Naturally Ren would not refuse.

She had already found three suitable dragons as contract targets, two of which were around the Balshi Sea Kingdom and one within the territory of the orc tribe further north.

Rennes came with her alone to subdue the three dragons and become the help of conquering Congatro.
Chapter completed!