Blood Emperor Throne

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If you were to select some and sell them to the drow elves, even just a dozen or so sexy and alluring female centaurs and ten slightly weaker male centaurs would be enough to earn you a huge profit of nearly two thousand gold dirs per month.

After acquiring fewer centaurs, they can then expand and conquer other tribes. After all, the Ancaru Forest has no shortage of beastmen and orcs. Moreover, the Calamity Beasts are about to go to war with that large beast group, and the orcs captured after the war can be sold to the drow elves for a huge sum of money.

From any perspective, this is an extremely profitable business.

The slave trade is extremely profitable everywhere, and in the European continent of my previous life, it was an indispensable source of labor to stimulate development.

However, he is not the kind of scum who has no bottom line for profit, nor is he one of those immoral white pirates who slaughter, plunder, incite division, and commit genocide everywhere.

Moreover, the current calamity beast horde is already in a phase of rapid expansion. Even with the annexation of other horde and the surge in the number of horned beasts under its command to two thousand, along with the gathering of nearly three hundred orcs, the population is still insufficient.

Compared to the vast Ankaru Forest, this is a drop in the ocean. The developed territory is less than 10,000 acres of forest, and a large population is still needed to develop forestry, fur, medicinal herbs, and animal husbandry.

“You mean…” Kasrina seemed to realize something, a blush rising on her alluring face, and she bit her lip in a shy and reproachful tone, “bad man.”

After spending these days together, she knew exactly what Asmodeus was thinking.

Rather than swallowing the meager benefits that slipped through their fingers, it would be better to devour that alluring and seductive Drow matriarch directly.

But Asmodae wanted more than just that.

Using the method of slavery, the drow matriarch was enslaved and then embedded into the Isha family to serve as a pawn for infiltrating and controlling the drow elf race in the future.

However, another problem has now arisen.

Asmodian arranged the letter from the Drow matriarch, then placed on his desk the letter he had received yesterday from Archbishop Ellaeri, whose white silk robes were engraved with pale gold holy symbols, and the letter from Duchess Orisa, whose bright purple robes were engraved with platinum roses.

"So, which beauty should I deal with first?" Asmodeus tapped his fingertips lightly on the desk, casually glancing at the three letters beside him.

It must be said that these three letters, in terms of power, status, and identity, are not something that Castella can currently contend with.

Alarelli represents the church, while behind Orisa stands the Grand Duke of Bordeaux and her own Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and family power. The Issa family of Narigas is even more powerful than the Grand Duke of Bordeaux, second only to Alarelli.

Which one to deal with first, or rather, which one to devour first, that is the question.

“I suggest we put the other two aside for now and deal with this one first.” Katharina brushed aside the chestnut-brown wavy hair that fell across her forehead and picked up Duchess Orissa’s letter with her delicate fingers.

"In Lady Orisa's letter, she said she would come to Castella again in three days to discuss the details of the trade. Archbishop Elarelli is waiting for your reply. This reply can be delayed until you have finished dealing with Lady Orisa's matter, and then we can discuss it again."

"Lady Orisa's letter hinted that she seemed to be trying to make contact with the drow elves, but whether she would contact the Assassin's Guild or the Slave Merchants' Guild was up to her, but you don't need to worry about that."

"With Samantha's letter, you can use it as leverage to keep the Duchess in line and extract greater benefits from her. After all, merchants will only trade with you if you have leverage."

"If we can get in touch with the Duchess, then this Drow matriarch Samantha will have to think twice before trying to encroach on Castella. After all, this is not the territory of the Elector of Narigas, nor is it their territory. The Elector of Scalante and the Grand Duke of Bordeaux will not be happy to see the Drow elves encroach on Scalante."

"As for Elariri, we can deal with her last. If you can control the Duchess and the Drow Matriarch Samantha, you can avoid the trouble of being labeled a heretic by the church that Elariri represents."

Chapter 54 The Queen of Beauty

"Good suggestion, but before dealing with these three, we need to solve the current problem first."

Asmodé leaned on the table, having no objection to Katharina's suggestion, but instead of taking any of the letters, he pressed down all three letters under Katharina's gaze.

Before Duchess Orissa arrives, he needs to deal with two other problems at hand.

"The development and expansion of the Ancaru Forest, and the conflict between the two viscountry of Brendor and the barony of Gruul who occupy the Ruhr River on the northern border, are the things that need to be resolved right now."

Asmodée's slender, smooth index finger tapped rhythmically on the table, and as the map unfolded, two declarations of war slipped out from it.

"Viscount Brundall? And Baron Grull?"

Kasrina looked at the Brendor emblem with its blue and white shield adorned with dragon claws and the Gruul emblem with its gold and green lance and its banner raised high, her expression slightly cold.

The Viscount Brendor, located north of Castella and across the Rue River, is a much more fertile territory than Castella itself. It has less forest and is sandwiched between several Castellan counts, so it is also free from the threat of the Beastmen.

This territory is nominally a viscount's domain, but it is actually larger than Castellania, covering approximately 25,000 acres and with a population of over 12,000. The land near the Rue River is very fertile, with numerous arable fields, and the main crops are wheat and barley.

Importantly, Brendor occupies a small iron mine on the banks of the Roa River, where the iron ore mined is of very high quality. This iron mine can increase Viscount Brendor's income by nearly a thousand gold dirs each year. In addition, the fertile soil is very suitable for growing barley, and Brendor's territory is also famous for producing beer.

Baron Grüller, on the other hand, was a marriage territory of Viscount Brendor. The two lord families had a long-standing tradition of intermarriage and were essentially allies.

Therefore, even though it was only a single-rank domain, Gruul still occupied 10,000 acres of land and had a population of about 8,000.

What's unusual is that this territory of one acre has few trees and is mostly flat plains, so it's only natural that Gruul's territory has livestock farming, supplying the dairy trade of this entire border earldom.

The declarations of war by these two lords are not a good thing, and their pretexts for war are quite reasonable: citing the Earl of Dorne's previous letter of appeal, their desire to protect their commercial trade with the Earl of Dorne, and providing their claims to the Earl of Dorne and their neighboring Viscount Bolot.

In short, the lords of Brendor and Gruul were trying to take advantage of the fact that Castellania had not yet recovered from the war and were attempting to nibble away at the wealthy territory of the Earl of Dorne.

After all, in the eyes of these two lords, the military strength of the Knights of Dorne, coupled with the wealth of the Earldom of Dorne, was formidable.

It must have been because the demon hounds had caused them heavy losses that Castellania, which was always weak and powerless even when facing a beast tide, was able to take advantage of the situation and swallow them up. If it were their two territories, they could probably get a share of the pie in the Earl of Dorne.

No, to be precise, they were planning to tear a piece of fat off the Earldom of Dorne.

"What do you think of the invasion of these two territories?" Katherina glanced at the threat from these two territories casually, snorted coldly, and looked at Asmodie, whose attention was completely elsewhere.

On the surface, these two territories, in terms of land area, are 35,000 acres, which is larger than the Earldom of Dorne. They also occupy an iron mine, have abundant livestock, numerous arable lands, and a population of nearly 20,000, which is basically equivalent to a strengthened Earldom of Dorne.

In reality, however, in terms of military strength, these two territories remained bloated, weak, and inefficient fiefdoms. Like Castellane before them, it took a full month to mobilize the knights and troops to the border, including eighty knights.

They weren't full-body plate-armored knights, but rather knights wearing breastplates, chainmail shirts, and iron armor. Their private army numbered around eight hundred, including five hundred spearmen equipped with wooden shields and iron-tipped spears, one hundred crossbowmen, and the remaining two hundred, of whom one hundred and thirty were hired light cavalry of grey antelope hunters, and seventy noble knights as squires.

This military strength was essentially overwhelming compared to the former Castile.

However, against the Knights of Dorne, it would be a tough fight. The tightly coordinated Dorne knights could easily crush the loosely organized noble knights who did not need to launch a mass charge, not to mention Castellania, who had carried out military expansion and reforms after annexing the Earldom of Dorne.

“Castelia’s current military strength is sufficient to handle this. Just leave it to the Purple Nightingale Knights and the newly formed Phalanx Legion,” Asmodie replied casually, his attention focused on the marked area in the corner of the map, showing little interest in the invasion of these two territories.

After the Battle of the Rooibos, the effectiveness of the pike phalanx finally convinced Catherine, who had previously held no expectations for using pikes and longbows to counter the Knights' charge, and there was no longer any resistance to the reform and implementation of the pike phalanx.

After annexing the Earl of Dorne, the Pikemen Corps received a significant increase in manpower, expanding from two hundred to six hundred men. These six hundred men were all selected from the lowest ranks of commoners, farmers, and impoverished knights.

Breakfast consisted of white bread with eggs and salad; lunch was potato stew with hard bread, a glass of beer, and a small bowl of mashed potatoes; and dinner was fried fish and salt stew, providing a diet comparable to that of the Knights of Dorne.

This generous food supply was enough to support the increasingly rigorous and demanding military training of these soldiers. After a month, batches of soldiers who had undergone arduous training missions were fed until they became stronger and more determined.

As for weapons, this 600-man phalanx was divided into three categories. The first category, which consisted of slightly weaker phalanx soldiers who were not at a disadvantage in close combat, made up about one-third of the phalanx soldiers. They were only equipped with simple linen blouses and extra-long spears. They were responsible for placing the extra-long spears with steel tips on the shoulders of their comrades in the first two rows to form a spear wall.

The more robust phalanx soldiers were equipped with chainmail and iron armor, wore two-horned iron helmets, and carried extra-long spears as the central spear wall to resist the charge.

The front row of soldiers were selected from the strongest and most well-trained men, equipped with breastplate armor and two-cornered iron helmets. They were responsible for thrusting their extra-long spears at an angle to deal with charging warhorses, and were also equipped with armor-piercing short halberds and fine steel longswords and round shields for charging. The short halberds were used to finish off knights who were pierced by the extra-long spears and fell from their horses, while the sword and shield were used to deal with infantry charges.

A group of veterans, who make up about one-fifth of the entire front rank, are specially equipped with sickles and machetes, and are also given an extra chainmail. They are responsible for using the machetes to cut the horses' legs, while the sickles are used to hook the riders off their horses.

Only well-trained and mentally strong veterans can accomplish this task. Ordinary phalanx soldiers can steadily hold their extremely long spears in front of plate-armored knights who are lined up in a wall and launch a mass charge. This is already considered to be the work of well-trained elites in other armies.

Having undergone this iteration of weaponry and tactical innovation, the super-long spear phalanx soldiers, when facing the Knights of Dorne again, would not be as easily breached and defeated as they were on the banks of the Rova River, when the Knights of Dorne, braving the muddy water and weeds, the unfavorable terrain of low-lying assaults, and the suppression of longbowmen, broke through their entire line.

In addition to this phalanx of long spearmen, the number of longbowmen has also increased to about two hundred. However, nearly fifty of them are equipped with heavy pulley crossbows, which are specifically designed to deal with heavily armored knights like the Knights of Dorne who wear full plate armor.

“However, speaking of which,” Asmodeus said with a playful smile as he looked at the elegant and aloof black-stockinged beauty before him, “we should thank you for the modernization of the pike phalanx and longbow corps. You allocated a large amount of funds to enable them to be equipped in just over a month.”

This meaningful remark caused a captivating blush to rise on Katharina's cold and exquisitely beautiful face. She recalled the "deep deal" Asmodeus had made to secure more funding for her construction projects.

He could only feel a soft, feminine fragrance emanating from her luscious, full red lips, and he couldn't help but recall the scene from those days when this noble and aloof black-stockinged beauty appeared in the military camp with a bright red gag in her mouth. Her voluptuous and alluring flesh, enough to make any male's blood boil, was only covered by a bare, extremely cool, bright red, hip-length, thin-strapped silk dress.

Building a fully professional army, along with providing abundant food and equipment, comes at a price far greater than simply ordering an extra-long spear and longbow and providing rations, as was done before.

The salaries, food, lodging, camps, and supplies of nearly 800 professional soldiers cost a full 30 gold dirs every day, which adds up to nearly 1,000 per month!

Not to mention the subsequent purchase and forging of weapons such as chainmail, breastplates, sickles, machetes, and halberds, which cost nearly three thousand gold dir.

Even after looting the nobles of Dorne and Chris's treasury, Castella's coffers had reached an astonishing 30,000 gold dir, but this was still not the way to spend money!

Moreover, after a series of tax cuts, income has already been halved. Even if you have a mountain of gold, at this rate, you'll eventually run out of money.

Therefore, Catherine, who had previously agreed to pay only after being pinned down in front of the French windows by Asmodie and subjected to the shy gazes of a group of maids and knights, was ravaged until she cried out in ecstasy and her juices splattered everywhere, refused to pay this time no matter what.

However, this time Asmody did not try to pry open the beautiful red lips of this aloof noblewoman as he had done before.

Instead, he chose to have this noble and aloof lady, dressed only in a bright red lace-trimmed suspender dress with a lace hem that barely reached her hips, her long, sexy, and exquisitely beautiful figure covered only by sheer black stockings with thin stripes and a leather-like hem, and wearing elegant transparent crystal pointed-toe strappy high heels, accompany him to the high platform of the military camp to watch the soldiers' training.

Under the scorching sun, the soldiers at the bottom were training hard and sweating profusely. They assumed that a distinguished knight commander was accompanying this elegant and aloof lady in black stockings on an inspection tour.

Unbeknownst to them, the aloof and alluring noblewoman in black stockings standing on the high platform could be easily lifted by a gust of wind, revealing her smooth, white, honey-smooth vulva, glistening with erotic fluid and dripping with thick white semen, beneath her delectable, open-cropped black stockings.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Katherina's exquisite, luxurious, transparent crystal-studded pointed-toe stilettos were completely filled with warm, thick, white lotion, soaking her noble, alluring, and seductive black-stockinged feet.

Meanwhile, Catherine, this noble, elegant, aloof, and haughty black-stockinged beauty, stood in those white/turbid crystal high heels, inserting ten smooth, round crystal beads one by one into her delicate, soft, and sweet nipples, as she accompanied Asmodie to watch the phalanx soldiers train all day long.

Even in such a shameful and provocative revealing outfit, Kasrina, under Asmody's orders, suppressed her throbbing desire and shame, and, in front of the soldiers in training formation, displayed her high, moist, and pert black-stockinged buttocks, leaning against the railing.

In front of this group of rough soldiers who were training, she stretched out her alluring black stockings and shamelessly lifted her skirt, which barely reached her buttocks, exposing her delicate, moist clitoris stuffed with a string of crystal beads and her smooth, nectar-covered vulva to Asmodé's eyes, so that this man could inspect it.

The soldiers in the square formation below the platform dared not look up. Firstly, they knew very well that if they, as low-ranking soldiers, looked directly at the noblewoman, it would be considered a desecration and offense. If they displeased the noblewoman, they would be kicked out of the square formation and would not be able to find such a well-fed and well-paid army again.

Moreover, the most important requirement for phalanx soldiers is strict discipline. The person they respect most is the knight commander Asmod, who has provided them with generous treatment. Naturally, they would not covet the knight commander's possession. Even with Katharina's cool and sexy attire, no one dared to let their eyes wander.

Furthermore, Asmodeus, with the perception of the Lord of Pleasure, monitored the gaze of every soldier in the phalanx, preventing any blasphemy.

To the phalanx soldiers who were training enthusiastically, Katharina's posture of leaning against the railing and bending over was that she was training the Asmodian phalanx.

So no one noticed that while they were training with their heads down, Catherine on the high platform behind them was leaning against the railing with her alluring eyes, her plump, round, and sexy buttocks in black stockings, biting her luscious red lips, enduring Asmodie's onslaught.

Unbeknownst to anyone, as the entire phalanx of soldiers, supporting their extra-long spears, knelt on one knee, heads bowed, receiving the inspection and speech of this aloof and elegant noblewoman, her sensual and alluring flesh was glistening with a layer of lustrous sheen from the fragrant sweat that permeated the air.

Her already low-cut lace skirt was lifted up to her waist by Asmodie from behind, out of the sight of the soldiers in the square formation, revealing a large expanse of her smooth, plump, and moist black-stockinged buttocks, soaked in sticky vaginal fluid and fragrant sweat.

This aloof and elegant lady not only had to endure the intoxicating and twisted spring tide that drove people to ecstasy, maintaining the elegance and nobility of a cold and aloof noblewoman, but also had to suppress her delicate, seductive, and alluring cries, while greeting people normally.

As night fell and the phalanx soldiers retreated to their camp, Asmodie, from behind, pulled up her exquisitely black stockings and spread them wide open, shamefully exposing her smooth, soft, and moist vulva to the outside in an extremely intimate position, right there on the high platform of the military camp.

One after another, black lace blindfolds were placed over her eyes, and bright red gags were used to seal her rosy lips. Her cold, beautiful, aquamarine eyes rolled upwards repeatedly, and glistening saliva dripped from the hollowed-out gags. Wisps of fragrant, alluring aphrodisiac mist also overflowed from the gags' pores.

A pair of alluring black silk stockings adorned with white/turbid crystal high heels swayed up and down in the military camp late at night, creating a series of gorgeous arcs as Asmodé rode along.

In fact, after this ordeal, she was already prepared to relent and approve a series of expenditure allocations for the construction corps.

But Asmody showed no intention of removing her restraints. Instead, he ravaged her until her eyes rolled back, and he splashed her with a mixture of flower nectar and warm, glistening spring water, marking the high platform, which only she and Asmody could access, as their territory like a wild beast.

Then, with bright red hemp rope, she was bound like a crab with her long, alluring black stockings, posing in a shameful, open-faced position. Her jade hands were tied behind her back and hung up, her noble and aloof water-blue eyes were covered with a black lace blindfold, and she was placed on the high platform for the entire night with a bright red gag in her mouth.

The aloof and beautiful noblewoman in black stockings, whose mobility and vision were restricted, was bound and restrained in this extremely shameful manner on the high platform of the military camp for an entire night, until Asmodie finally freed her the next day.

After that, the allocation of funds for the phalanx and longbow legions went very smoothly, with virtually no further obstacles.

At the same time, large quantities of cheap and readily available standard equipment such as iron-tipped spears, chainmail, round shields, and crossbows were easily funded and transported in batches by the Purple Nightingale Knights to the depths of the Ancaru Forest.

However, after this military inspection, some extremely ambiguous rumors began to circulate among the maids in the castle.

The noble and aloof lady they served, Catherine, often wore extremely revealing, high-slit, sheer silk skirts that resembled those of a prostitute, late at night.

Those long, sexy, exquisitely beautiful legs were covered in various alluring and seductive black stockings, bright red lace-trimmed stockings, and black stockings with red rose trim.

Those noble and alluring silk-clad feet were adorned with a variety of exquisite and vibrant red spaghetti strap stilettos, elegant transparent pointed-toe stilettos, noble and vibrant black and red-soled spaghetti strap open-toe stiletto sandals, and vibrant red high-strap ankle-loop peep-toe open-toe stiletto sandals.

Together with the knight-lord Asmod, they would explore castles, gardens, towers, deserted alleyways, quiet streets after dark, and groves outside castles in the dead of night.

And this noblewoman, Katharina, who was always noble, elegant, aloof and proud, gradually became more charming and beautiful, with a variety of allure. Her voluptuous and graceful body became more and more voluptuous and sexy, like a gradually ripening and moistening fragrance, with a graceful and charming demeanor.

Chapter 55 The Countess Under the Desk (7k!)

"So what are you focusing on right now? That large herd of beasts in the Ankaru Forest?"

Katharina lifted her pair of moist, snow-white breasts, lazily turned to the side, and pressed her plump, black-stockinged buttocks, outlined by the thin, close-fitting bright red suspender dress, against the edge of the table.

Her exquisite and vibrant black stockings and elegant feet gracefully lifted her red-soled, open-toe suspender heels, the overlapping of long, sexy black stockings. Her smooth, jade-like fingertips gently traced the shape of her breasts, which accentuated the incredibly voluptuous curves of her suspender dress, and lightly lifted Asmodie's chin.

The noble and aloof lady in black stockings has now transformed into a haughty and aloof queen in black stockings, looking down at her knight commander with disdain and arrogance.

After Asmodie punished her in the military camp that day, she used this haughty and aloof charm in the study of this castle to lazily raise her bright red silk-clad, sky-high heels and punish the knight commander who had embarrassed her by stepping on her red silk-clad, sky-high heels.

"What? The valiant Knight Commander of Castella, are the noble ladies, maids, princess knights, and I in the castle no longer enough to satisfy your ever-growing desires?"

"I heard that the leader of that large herd of beasts is a seductive little ewe?"

"You man, do you want to try out those voluptuous and alluring female beast girls? Or do you want to try out your proud and beautiful female centaurs?"

Katharina's bright red lips, adorned with a haughty and alluring smile, gently approached Asmodée's lips, and as her lips parted slightly, a delicate and cloying aphrodisiac fragrance wafted out.

"Or perhaps, within this castle, you could press my mother and me down together and let us experience the intoxicating pleasure of mother-daughter intimacy?"

"Speaking of which, Aunt Cassandra and her daughter Sera, you bad man, you've already taken them both, haven't you? Why don't you just pin them down and bully them together?"

Kasrina's alluring, vibrant blue eyes looked down arrogantly at the man before her, a disdainful smile playing on her lips.

"What? Jealous?" Asmody casually slid his hand toward her moist, plump, black-stockinged buttocks. Under the arrogant gaze of the black-stockinged queen before him, his large hand seemed to be a reward, wantonly fondling her cement-like, plump, and alluring buttocks, a playful smile curving his lips.

“Perfect timing. After dealing with Brendor and Gruul, and settling things with Orisa, I’m ready to head to the forest and take you and the Purple Nightingale Knights for a trip there.”

In fact, having fun is secondary. The main reason is that Katherina and Countess Osalia need to establish a social system suitable for the calamity beasts, and Cassandra's Purple Nightingale Knights need to train the centaur's battle formation.

After annexing the Earldom of Dorne, the Earldom of Dorne's castle armory, the Knights of Dorne's armory, and the private warehouses of various nobles and lords were all emptied.

A large amount of weaponry originally intended for arming the private armies of nobles and the servants of the Knights of Dorne was being transported to the calamity beasts deep in the Ancaru Forest after a portion of the weaponry was selected for use in the pike phalanx. For the past month, a steady stream of weaponry has been being transported into the calamity beasts every day.

With the continuous supply of superior weapons and armor, the calamity beasts in the Ankar Forest expanded rapidly once again. Several beast groups that were previously difficult to subdue were now being swallowed up one by one by the overwhelming advantage of these weapons.