Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 21 Someone wants to steal the house!
Deep mountains and old forests.

A dilapidated mountain stronghold, a bit like a tribe of Gallic barbarians in the early BC.

After Aetius suppressed the rebellion of the Bagaudaeans, many of the rebels fled to the vicinity of Belgian Gaul, seeking refuge in the mountains and forests. Originally a group of bankrupt slaves, they banded together to survive. With nowhere else to go, they sought refuge with the Franks, the Visigothic Kingdom, the Germanic barbarians, and other forces, ultimately greatly increasing the strength of these barbarians and replenishing their labor force.

Even in the barren mountains and forests, these exiles forcibly opened up some land in the valleys to grow some food and vegetables.

Someone had already rushed back to inform others.

Duncan led his horse forward and could see many women and children coming to help carry supplies. These people all had pale faces, and they were all very happy to see the food brought back.

"There are still many women, children, the elderly and the weak. The roots of these exiles are not bad."

If the copycats are all young and middle-aged people, then their roots may have been corrupted.

Then we must strike hard!
Suppress severely.

Strictly speaking, they were all refugees who had fled here three years ago. The rebels were only a small part of the population, and the majority were homeless refugees. The imperial army had always been ruthless, and would not show any mercy when slaughtering its own people in the towns.

The population of this village is only six or seven hundred. If there were more, we wouldn't be able to support all these people.

The exiles were a highly dispersed group, consisting primarily of landless bankrupts who were unwilling to accept slavery and serfdom in recent decades. Each time they revolted, they would bring along some peasants, serfs, and herders. When they failed, they would all flee to the mountains and hide, only to reappear after a period of time when their strength had recovered.

So they are scattered and numerous.

There are always people going bankrupt in the empire, and the untouchables at the bottom of society are being squeezed dry one by one. If there is still a spirit of resistance, some people will flee and join them.

"Lord Duncan."

Kveto led the horses, had the others take care of them, and led the group to the largest wooden house.

There is actually no real leader here.

Because they were three groups of refugees who had come together and finally settled in this area. (Aetius massacred the large-scale rebels, and only small groups of rebels were able to escape.)
From God's perspective.

There are no red hostile marks in the entire mountain stronghold, most of them are blue marks. Some of the exiled rebels have changed from green marks to blue marks, but some of them are still green marks.

They should have surrendered.

If Duncan had not taken action in this battle, the exile rebels would probably have been completely defeated.

"is acceptable."

Within Duncan's field of vision, many people were labeled as 'Exiled Mountaineers'.

It's getting dark.

Someone brought food over, and the Raven Queen, Triss, sniffed it and indicated that there was no problem.

There was a druid and two witches in the team. It would probably take a master to poison them. Moreover, from Duncan's God's perspective, he couldn't see any marks of the enemy units at all.

eat.

The exiles slaughtered a sheep and asked the cook to roast it and send it over. The mountain people even knelt down to hold it up and bring it to Duncan.

First, offer the fattest hind leg of the lamb to Duncan, and then offer the front leg of the lamb to the Raven Queen - Triss.

The slave girl who was rescued from the team stood up and served, brought water and wine, and cut the mutton. The Raven Queen - Triss had a small appetite. Before the witch - Anya stood up, she had already come to Duncan's side and naturally helped him cut the mutton and put it in a clay plate.

Anya had just stood up and could only sit down reluctantly, watching Duncan sitting in the first seat and wolfing down his food.

She glanced at the Raven Queen, Triss, with a dim gaze.

Severus drank and ate meat in big gulps. He looked at the Raven Queen - Triss, then at the Witch - Anya, lowered his head and continued to wolf down his food. He was a wounded man, so he concentrated on eating and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

It was normal at first.

It was not until Duncan had finished eating a whole sheep and several poultry that the witch Anya couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise. The mountain people serving outside the hall exclaimed in surprise. Many of them ran over to take a peek, and some even spoke something in the barbarian language, which probably meant warriors, heroes, and ancient names for specific characters in some legends.

At first, the mountain people didn't believe that Duncan could defeat the enemy alone.

But when they saw Duncan eat the food of more than ten people in one breath, the mountain people believed it, because the warriors in the barbarian legends were also so greedy, such as Beowulf.

Kveto now subconsciously bowed his head respectfully when he saw Duncan.

"Finally, I had a full meal."

Duncan's health bar has now doubled compared to the beginning, which is twice the health bar of an ordinary person, close to the barbarian berserker he encountered at the beginning.

Full of wine and food.

Of course, take a good rest.

Duncan also needs to consider what to do next, because troubled times are about to come.

The night is getting darker.

Duncan was thinking about what to do next in the room. Because of his vigilance, he was resting in a God's perspective, while his human body was dozing on the bed.

The group lived in the largest wooden house in the village, and the mountain people used the best sheepskins to make beds and quilts.

in the projection screen.

The Raven Queen, Triss, appeared silently outside the door. Duncan immediately asked the human body to stand up, open the door and welcome her in.

The witch sat by the window and whispered, "Are you going to recruit these exiles?"

Duncan nodded slightly and said, "Yeah."

He sat across from Triss, the Raven Queen, and said in a deep voice, "Britain is facing a Saxon attack. It will be difficult for us to gain a foothold there on our own."

No matter how strong Duncan is now, he still has to retreat tactically when facing a Saxon barbarian force of hundreds of people.

A person's power is limited after all.

Especially in war.

He continued: "The Celtics may not be able to accommodate us, and I don't want to live under someone else's roof."

"There were several Celtic kingdoms in the British Isles, as well as numerous tribes."

"We are a group of outsiders."

“Without your own team, how can you gain a foothold there?”

"Besides..."

Duncan said this, staring at the Raven Queen, Triss, and said in a deep voice, "Wizard Merlin, is he really willing to help us?"

"He seems to be serving a king of the British Isles?"

"You think it's just us?"

"What can you do on the British Isles? Besides, wizards were massacred there before!"

Merlin is a baptized magician.

Before this, there had also been a massacre of wizards on the British Isles because the church's beliefs had spread there.

The man who did it was King Arthur's father.

Most of the wizards who were slaughtered were traditional Celtic priests. In other words, in the struggle of faith, King Arthur's father chose to side with the church. It is unclear whether this was a power struggle, a way to suppress the ancient priest system, because among the Celts, only the priests could challenge the king.

Raven Queen Triss remained silent.

After a moment's silence, she stared at Duncan before her and said slowly, "I will help you make these exiles submit!"

Triss is not only a powerful witch, but also the high priestess of an ancient polytheistic religion.

She also wanted to avoid the Church's influence and make some plans in the British Isles. If she couldn't find the legendary secluded country, then the British Isles would be the best place for witches to stay. The Nordic barbarians had their own beliefs, the empire was in constant war, and now the Church was pressing forward, they were running out of places to go.

Just as Duncan was discussing the next plan with Triss.

In the next room.

The witch Anya quietly opened the door and came to Duncan's room.

She was wearing a silky nightgown, revealing a large expanse of skin that was luminous white. This traditional Roman court casual attire revealed a small portion of her full breasts, looking extremely seductive. This expensive fabric was transported via the Silk Road, and ordinary people had never seen it. Only the truly powerful and influential in the empire could afford it.

The empire referred to the Han Dynasty in the east as "Seres" (Silk Kingdom), a term of high praise, even somewhat exaggerated. Some Roman philosophers and poets extolled this term. (Ancient Greece also praised Seres, believing that the people were tall, nearly 20 feet tall, larger than average, with red hair and blue eyes, resonant voices, and lifespans exceeding 200 years.)
inside the room.

The Raven Queen - Triss suddenly frowned, turned her head to look outside the door, with a strange expression, as if smiling but not smiling.

She knew someone was coming.

She quietly walked to the door, then glanced at Duncan with a smile that seemed to have some inexplicable meaning.

There was a slight knock on the door.

Duncan stood up and looked at the Raven Queen, but Triss asked him to open the door and stood in the shadows herself.

What does it mean?
Is Anya trying to seduce me by coming here in this cool and revealing outfit?
What does the Raven Queen Triss want to do now?
Why are you standing behind the door?
Duncan was puzzled, but he still obeyed and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, the witch, Anya, came in uninvited, stirring up a gust of intoxicating fragrance. Her expression was charming and seductive, and her breath was as sweet as orchid. She said, "I didn't disturb your rest, did I?" The Raven Queen, Triss, had a hint of mockery on her face and said with a half-smile, "Of course not."

Witch-Ania's face changed!
At this moment, the Raven Queen, Triss, raised her fingertips and seemed to silently recite a spell. Anya instantly stood still with her whole body stiff.

The figure of Raven Queen Triss walked out from the shadow of the doorway and slowly came to Anya. She lifted her chin frivolously with her fingers and looked down at her charming and beautiful face that was obviously carefully made up. Something that looked like a rope tied up Anya like a snake.

Anya looked terrified and said pitifully, "Lady Triss."

She also didn't expect Triss to be in Duncan's room.

It was very late at night and she thought that no one was in Duncan's room, but she didn't expect that Duncan and Triss had a long conversation until midnight.

It's the dead of night, and he's sneaking around, so of course he wants to eat secretly.

The Raven Queen, Triss, looked icy cold as she withdrew her hand. "Call me High Priestess!"

High Priest.

This title made the witch Anya shudder all over, because in the history of the empire, during the polytheistic period, only the emperor of the empire held this position.

Anya was really a little scared at this time, and said in a trembling voice: "High Priest."

The Raven Queen - Triss said nothing. She walked around Anya in front of her, looking her up and down. It was not like she was looking at a person, but more like she was looking at a piece of merchandise, a beautiful slave girl.

She suddenly turned to Duncan and said, "Do you like it?"

"She does look beautiful."

Should I like it or not?

Duncan swallowed nervously, not knowing how to respond at this moment, because the Raven Queen - Triss was indeed very scary at this moment, especially when she whispered the name of "High Priest", even the candles in the room flickered.

The invisible wind of magic is surging undercurrent.

Damn it.

At this moment, the Raven Queen - Triss was intimidating, just like the queen high above in the heroine novel. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed, her long willow-shaped eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were filled with a captivating coldness, which made even Duncan, who had been through many battles recently, feel a chill in his heart.

Before Duncan could answer, Triss, the Raven Queen, casually took off Anya's luxurious nightgown.

“It’s really beautiful.”

"As expected of a follower of Aphrodite."

The Raven Queen, Triss, reached out and brushed across Anya's chest, lightly fiddling with it with her fingertips, causing the witch to tremble all over and her expression to become even more terrified.

She turned to look at Duncan, her eyes gradually softening, as gentle as water, her voice faintly filled with a hint of apology, and she slowly said, "You are right, I do want to remain chaste for the goddess."

"Why not give you to him as a gift?"

Anya looked incredulous and trembling, "Did you hear everything?"

No.

Although she wanted to seduce Duncan, it was not like this, nor was it a gift given to him by Triss, the Raven Queen.

So who is she?
How did it become like this? How did she become a gift in just a few words?

But the Raven Queen, Triss, would not tolerate her objection and directly pushed the charming and gorgeously dressed witch onto the bed.

Her eyes were calm, and as she looked at Duncan, they were gentle, like the shimmering surface of a lake on a quiet night. One of her slender, white hands gently grasped Duncan's rough hand, while the other gently stroked his cheek. She said slowly, "You've worked hard along the way."

"Since she has come here on her own, use her to soothe your tired body and mind."

Duncan walked here on corpses.

The Raven Queen, Triss, saw it all. Her voice was as gentle as the wind, sweeping across the night sky. Her eyes were filled with love, pity, and a tolerant motherly nature. There were many complex emotions, but not a trace of jealousy.

She took Duncan's hand and walked to the bedside, pressed Anya's head down forcefully, and said in a light tone: "Where are the methods you use to please men?"

"Didn't the priests of Aphrodite teach you that?"

Duncan was really frightened at this moment. He didn't dare to move. He just silently broke away from the dimensional space and entered the human body's perspective.

This provides a better experience.

He had never seen such a powerful Raven Queen - Triss.

A little scared.

"Well……"

"Triss!... You can't treat me like this... I'm also one of the founders of the witches' coven... Woo..."

"I'm not your slave girl! ...well...I'm not your gift to men!..."

Anya was about to cry.

This proud lady was on the verge of tears, but she was unable to resist the Raven Queen, Triss. She was just like a chick being held down.

The Raven Queen, Triss, said calmly, "Don't you long to be his lover?"

"Now I will grant you your wish."

Raven Queen Triss looked down at Anya in front of her from a superior position. Her gloomy eyes shattered her last bit of resistance. Behind that cold and calm gaze was true arrogance. As the last high priestess of the Empire's polytheism, Raven Queen Triss never took Anya seriously.

She is not worthy of competing with me!
At best, she is a gift delivered to your door. Now that she is here, it is just right to use her to soothe the tiredness of the person in your heart.

He had come all the way, escorting himself through most of Europe, and his heart had long been filled with suppressed negative emotions. The blood and fire of killing could only be comforted by the warmth of a woman, and she had a vow to remain chaste for the goddess, so naturally she needed a gift to replace herself.

Since Anya came to her door herself, she certainly wouldn't be polite.

It's irrational, but very Roman.

"Are you worthy enough to compete with me?"

This proud and naive Roman noblewoman thought that she could compete secretly with her seductive beauty and even wanted to cheat. This idea made Triss, the Raven Queen, laugh.

A breeze blew by.

Triss, the Raven Queen, turned her gaze towards Duncan, her eyes still as gentle as water, as if she were a virtuous wife advising her husband. She whispered, "Don't let killing blind you."

"It was in the slaughter that the Spartans perished."

"Please enjoy the gift I prepared for you... Only a woman's comfort can soothe the blood and fire of slaughter!..."

Duncan was genuinely stunned.

He had never seen such a woman before. It could even be said that at this moment he almost fell under the charm of the Raven Queen - Triss. It was a feeling that was difficult to describe in words.

He finally understood why the human fell in love with the Raven Queen - Triss.

At the last moment when he was tempted by the fairy in the lake, he suddenly woke up, gave up everything, boarded the ship, and headed for adventure to the other side of the distant ocean.

It is even more understandable why, at the final moment, the human world embraces the corpse of Triss, the Raven Queen, and turns into ashes together under the dragon's breath!
She is Triss, the Raven Queen.

The last high priest of the Imperial Polytheism.

A unique existence!
No one can replace her. Her love is so deep, her arrogance, her heart, everything about her is not like that of ordinary people. Even death has not allowed her to let go of the person in her heart.

Two people who will not abandon their comrades are destined to become partners who fight side by side and live and die together.

Never abandon or give up.

These remnants of the empire have unknowingly experienced life and death together.

The Raven Queen, Triss, smiled.

She understood Duncan's eyes. There was no need for words anymore. Anya would never be a threat to her position.

She stood on tiptoe slightly, kissed Duncan actively, then lifted her fingers slightly, and the rope fell into her palm, turning into a long whip, which whipped Anya's hips and waist.

"Is this what the priests of Aphrodite taught you?"

Triss, the Raven Queen, whipped Anya three times, causing her to sob and tremble. Then she leisurely walked to the window, sat on a chair, and looked down at the beautiful witch calmly, saying, "Don't let me down."

"I just want to appreciate the methods of Aphrodite's esotericism."

hiss!
Duncan suddenly gasped.

He was now frightened by Triss, the Raven Queen, and dared not move at all. Under the moonlight shining from the window not far away, Triss, the Raven Queen, looked like a moon goddess from ancient Greece. She nodded gracefully, and seemed very satisfied with Anya's hard work.

Come here.

Since you dare to come, Raven Queen Triss doesn't mind making the best use of it.

Fight with me!
Are you worthy?
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(PS: The next chapter will be a bit of a test of my writing skills, I will do my best.)
(End of this chapter)