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Therefore, once the encirclement formed by these seven lords succeeds, Castella will essentially be confined within this encirclement, forced to either surrender and relinquish the annexed territories or be jointly annihilated.

However, now that the trade agreement between the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and Castella has been signed, one of the deterrents of the encirclement—the disruption of trade—has essentially become a hollow threat.

Even in the encirclement war, no one dared to provoke the Duchess of Bordeaux's wrath. The Platinum Rose Knights alone, equipped with enchanted armor and magical weapons, were far beyond the capabilities of their plate-armored knights.

Moreover, the Duchess is not politically dependent. Within the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, Madame de Orissa's family holds real power to command half of the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux's army.

If they dare to use the pretext of a war of encirclement to disrupt trade between the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and the Count of Castella, then the Duchess has the absolute legal grounds to send troops against them.

Therefore, after the signing of this trade agreement, the encirclement war has basically ruled out the means of affecting Castile's economy and people's livelihood through trade blockade. Now, the only remaining means for these seven border territories is armed war.

However, since it is a war of arms, who will face the main force of the Knights of Castellania and the Pikemen is an important issue that needs to be discussed...

This discussion of responsibilities—preserving strength and mutual wariness—was the time Asmo was securing for Castellania to develop.

Whether they are the bloated and greedy nobles of this world, the high-ranking executives in their previous workplaces, or the most ordinary merchants, they all share an instinct: to transfer the cost.

Any group united by interests and utilitarianism will be cautious about its own contributions. When the gains are not proportional to the costs, the instinct for profit will drive them to shift the cost, transferring responsibility and consequences to others through calculation and scapegoating.

Of the seven lords in the encirclement, the most eager are the counts of Ucanst and Berenstain, who are directly confronting Castellania. These two territories are well aware that they are Castellania's next target for annexation, and therefore they will spare no effort in the encirclement war.

Secondly, there are the four countdoms bordering Brundor and Gruul: Elhart, Durent, Engal, and Gilvis. These four countdoms do not directly confront Castellane, and they still hold onto a sliver of hope that Castellane might not risk further expanding its influence and angering the Grand Duke of Bordeaux by attacking them.

Therefore, these four countdoms have two options: one is not to offend Castella, but also not to allow Castella to continue expanding, so as to provide only the minimum assistance.

Option two is to completely suppress Castellania and spare no effort in sending troops, money, and resources to support the war.

The last Viscount of Verus was the weakest, caught up in the war and had no right to exercise caution.

Given the inefficient and cowardly decision-making ability of these nobles, they will likely not take any action against Castella before they decide on the costs they will each bear, which could take at least three months or as little as one month.

This gained period is crucial for Castellania to stabilize its trade economy, expand its super-long spearmen, and hone its centaur legions in preparation for the war against the Grey Wind Scourge.

With the trade agreement secured by Duchess Orisa, the nobles and lords who formed the encirclement war could only grit their teeth and watch as Castellania's fish, timber, and leather, the Earl of Dorne's industrial products and salt, Gruul's dairy products, and Brendor's beer and wheat were continuously transported to other territories for trade through the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild's trade routes.

Castella's stable security and affordable trade taxes have attracted numerous merchants to transport goods from other territories, gradually filling this barren border county with abundant commercial prosperity.

However, these nobles and lords who formed the encirclement could never have imagined it.

At the dinner table last night, the charming Duchess and the elegant and sophisticated Earl signed this joint trade contract.

However, their plump, slender waists and soft, mature waists collapsed, and Asmodie, behind them, pressed them onto the dining table where the food had been cleared away, in an extremely seductive and wanton manner. Her ripe, soft, and juicy breasts, along with her plump, soft, and mellow breasts, were pressed onto the table like ripe and delicious pastries after a banquet.

The voluptuous black stockings, resembling the plump, juicy flesh of a ripe, soft nectarine, and the soft, juicy, creamy flesh of a semi-solidified, sweet, ripe milk, were, in this position, forced into a state of aroused, ripe, honeyed sensuality, to present Asmodée with his exclusive ripe, juicy nectarine-infused abalone and ripe, creamy steamed bun-shaped abalone.

They allowed this man, who was not their husband or deceased husband, to hold their charming and mature noble wives and elegant and beautiful wives, their plump and soft silky breasts, and to violate them until their eyes rolled back in spring, and the nectar of their mature female flowers stained the dining table with crystal-clear honey stains.

Their alluring, mature black stockings and plump, tender legs, clad in oily stockings, could only tremble under the men's advances, wearing pointed, shallow-cut, light blue crystal high heels filled with thick, sticky white fluid, and smoky purple pointed, shallow-cut, crystal stilettos.

And Orisa, this alluring and mature wife, and Osalia, this elegant and graceful beauty, trembled as Asmodie, this seemingly savage centaur lancer, trampled and ravaged them. Their hands, clad in black stockings and lace-trimmed fishing nets, and their hands in purple lace-trimmed gloves, stained with sticky white fluid, each signed their own exclusive slave trade contracts.

Chapter 102 The Mature Mother's Wedding Bed (Updates resume, second update today)

The Platinum Rose Trading Company is said to have trade routes throughout the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, but that's not entirely true.

In fact, the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild's trade routes can be said to cover almost the entire territory of the Scalante Electorate, and even extend to several neighboring Electorates besides the Narigas Electorate.

There are two reasons why the Platinum Rose Chamber of Commerce is not very well-known.

First, the president of the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild is not Duchess Orissa, but a mysterious and intellectually alluring woman. However, this woman, who usually wears a black and purple veil, often stays deep in her purple rose garden and rarely goes out.

The Duchess attended all the daily trade negotiations and banquets of the Chamber of Commerce, which led to her reputation overshadowing that of the Platinum Rose Chamber of Commerce.

People only regarded this trading company as the Duchess's private property in the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, rather than a large trading company with trade routes spanning several electoral territories.

The second reason is the goods traded by Platinum Rose.

In the Carolant Empire, the reputation of a merchant guild is, in a sense, linked to the goods traded. After all, you must have unique goods that you monopolize in order to imprint the name of the merchant guild into the daily lives of nobles and commoners.

For example, the Northern Merchant Guild trades on items unique to the North, such as ivory, fur, velvet, arcane ice crystals, Norsca war mercenaries, and war beasts.

The Holy Rose Merchant Guild of the Elector of the Central Region is a merchant guild specifically under the Church, and all the goods it trades are sacred items, including holy water, holy symbols, holy runes, holy armor, and mercenary groups of holy war fanatics.

The Black Falcon Merchant Guild of the Western Electorate trades goods unique to the Western Regions, including spices, golden silk, black lizard mounts, seasonal fruits and vegetables, and the Ushabit mercenary group.

Even the Purple Spider Merchant Guild within the Electorate of Naregas has its own unique slave trade, combat slave mercenary groups, and drow priestess employment.

In contrast, the southern Electoral territories, including the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild of the Scalante Electoral Territory, could only offer commodities such as salt, grain, beer, dairy products, and woolen fabrics as their main trade goods, without any particularly special trade items.

Therefore, the reason why Orisa came here to sign a trade contract with Castella was not only to hire the drow elf assassins to help her gather and cultivate power in the border territories, but also to develop the resources of Ancaru Forest.

Ankaru Forest is the largest forest in the southern part of the Empire, and there has always been a rumor in the Empire that this forest is alive.

From the very beginning of the Carolant Empire, this forest has always followed the empire closely. Whenever the empire tries to develop the forest to the south, large numbers of green-skinned creatures, beast tides, eerie man-eating forests, and active tree spirits will always emerge from the forest, stifling the empire's idea of ​​developing the forest.

Therefore, Orisa was quite surprised when she arrived in Castella, because her intelligence indicated that the Purple Nightingale Knights of Castella frequently entered and exited this eerie forest, and each time they returned, they brought back a large amount of resources from the Ancaru Forest.

In addition to basic forest products such as timber, game, fur, and medicinal herbs, they also brought back a large number of rare items such as beastman bones, animal horns, tree sap necessary for refining potions, minerals, honey, and tree wax.

This made Orisa realize that Castella was like a gold mine waiting to be untouched.

On the surface, the specialties of Ankaru Forest are nothing more than rare commodities, not worth the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild's significant investment.

But it is not.

In the Empire, the bones and horns of the Beastmen have high medicinal value. They can be ground into bone powder to make stimulating potions, which are especially popular among the extravagant lifestyles of the nobles.

Even the weakest loach, after consuming a potion made from the bone powder of wild beasts, can transform into a savage centaur, galloping tirelessly through the night.

However, this is only possible if the skeleton and horn are of the same caliber as a Angry Horned Beast; otherwise, it will not only be ineffective but will also lead to further weakness.

A single Angry Horned Beast in the forest is enough to crush a knight, and after an Angry Horned Beast dies in battle, its corpse, including its bones, will be torn apart and devoured by fanatical inferior horned beasts and horned beast packs that crave the power of the Angry Horned Beast, making it impossible to obtain a complete skeleton.

However, Orisa had witnessed firsthand that the Purple Nightingale Knights of Castelia had transported large quantities of Angry Horned Beast skeletons and horns from the forest more than once. Each time, they brought out as many as a hundred Angry Horned Beast skeletons. A single complete skeleton and horn was worth a staggering fifty gold dir among the extravagant nobles of the central electorate of the empire.

If the supply is stable, the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild can rely on this to obtain a large number of high-priced orders from nobles.

If it were just the bones and horns of the Angry Horned Beast, it wouldn't be considered unique. What truly made Orisa invest the Platinum Merchant Guild in Asmodal was the seemingly insignificant tree spirit sap.

The sap of the tree spirit is a product with extremely high medicinal value within the empire.

Tree spirits are unique to the Ankar Forest. Each tree spirit is hidden deep within the forest and cannot be distinguished without close inspection. Each tree spirit is an ancient creature that has lived for hundreds of years. A hundred-year-old tree spirit can be as tall as five meters and can crush a squad of plate-armored knights head-on. Deep in the forest, there are also tree people who have lived for thousands of years.

A thousand-year-old treant is strong enough to rival an old dragon. Humans cannot harm it in the slightest unless they use a large number of cannons and heavy explosives, or a paladin's enchanted longsword.

The sap of a tree spirit sometimes remains in place when its roots break off during migration, and sometimes it flows out when the tree spirit's body is chopped. A drop of tree spirit sap is essential for making basic healing potions. The older the tree spirit, the higher the grade of the healing potion that can be made.

A single drop of tree spirit sap can be worth a coin, and tree spirits only live in the Ankar Forest.

Therefore, the sap of the tree spirit alone was enough for Orisa to make a large investment in Asmodal.

Not to mention, the Ankar Forest, an endless forest that the empire has never touched, contains abundant resources that need no further explanation.

However, she was initially somewhat concerned about how the Purple Nightingale Knights had entered and exited the Ancaru Forest unscathed.

After all, these Purple Nightingale Knights were all exquisite beauties with ample breasts and shapely buttocks, among whom the beautiful mother knight Cassandra and the pure white knight Sera were even more exquisite mother and daughter beauties.

The beastmen in the Ancaru Forest would hardly remain indifferent to the knights' free entry and exit from the forest. The feminine scent emanating from them alone was enough to make these beastmen lose their fear of the difference in strength and launch the most primitive attack against them.

However, this exquisite knightly order, which is enough to excite all beastmen, always manages to return from the forest with a large amount of resources and spoils, as if they have just returned from a hunt, with a graceful and heroic gait. It is simply magical to the point of being bizarre.

She did try to investigate, but the result was that this Knights of the Maidens were absolutely loyal to Asmodé, and she couldn't find any information about them at all. So she didn't investigate any further, since that wasn't her purpose in coming here.

In summary, thanks to the special resources of Ancaru Forest, the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild will earn at least 50,000 gold dirs every year, not counting the resource output of the four territories of Castria, Dorne, Brendor, and Gruul.

The essential commodities from these four territories—wheat, beer, fisheries, livestock, dairy products, grain, forestry, fur, and iron ore—can generate approximately 30,000 gold dir for the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild each year.

Meanwhile, the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild accepted various orders from Asmodal, including bulk military equipment, industrial tools, shipbuilding, fruits and vegetables from the Western Electorate, cheese and furs from the North, iron and stone mines from the Eastern Electorate, and arcane books from the Central Electorate.

Therefore, signing a trade agreement with Castella would be extremely profitable for the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and even the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux.

However, getting Asmodie, that greedy and savage wolfhound, to sign this trade contract, which was extremely beneficial to both parties, would require this charming duchess to pay a slightly higher price to please this man.

After all, this savage and ravenous wolfhound wouldn't simply eat this noble and charming duchess for one night and then stop, would it?

This alluring banquet has only just begun.

Just as the letters from the Grey Falcons were being delivered to the nobles and lords who formed the encirclement, causing them to lose their appetite and even fly into a rage, the soft, seductive moans of a mature woman still echoed in Countess Osalia's room.

"Goo-ooh?~~ You rough...~ Mmm... big wolfhound?~~ Eee-ee?~ Again?~ You've been filled up again?~~"

"Eeohoooh?~~Asmodée?~ No~ Guuuuu?~~ Don't let~ Haa?~~ Let Kaselina?~ Eeohoooh?~"

The once elegant and refined countess's room was now filled with a sweet and cloying honey scent, mixed with a rich and creamy aroma reminiscent of freshly squeezed milk.

On the pale purple wooden floor covered with luxurious wool, a crumpled, bright purple spaghetti strap deep V backless evening gown, roughly torn off, and a gorgeous and alluring black lace bodycon evening gown lay scattered about.

A pair of pointed, light blue crystal high heels exuding a seductive, mature fragrance, and a pair of bright purple transparent pointed, light blue crystal stilettos radiating a mature, beautiful fragrance, are now being defiled by sticky, thick white fluid, scattered messily in the nectar of female essence beneath the swaying, luxurious Gothic bed.

The black gauze curtains of the Gothic bed had been shaken down in a series of chaotic swaying movements. Bathed in the morning light, the elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia, on her wedding bed with her deceased husband,...

A tall, strong man, other than her deceased husband, was pressing a mature, alluring body with voluptuous breasts and a plump, fleshy buttocks against his hard, solid waist, taking turns thrusting his strong, slender waist to implant and seduce her.

"Ee-uh-uh-uh?~~ Again?~ Gu-ooh-ooh?~~ In front of my deceased husband?~ Uh-uh?~~ Being violated and turned into a slave?~ Uh-hah-uh-uh-uh?~~"

Above the bed hangs a photograph of Osalia in a vibrant purple wedding dress posing with her deceased husband in his formal attire. However, beneath this seemingly heartwarming picture...

Osalia's plump, fleshy buttocks, the kind of soft, natural-born beauty, were pressed down by Asmodie's tall, strong body in front of the wedding portrait. He lifted her fleshy, mature, and glossy breasts, and with extremely forceful penetration, he thrust his hips up and down, ravaging this elegant and mature beauty until her juices splattered everywhere, her water-blue spring eyes filled with hearts, constantly turning upwards.

The burly, ferocious beast, in front of the beautiful deceased husband in the wedding portrait, repeatedly stretched open the plump, creamy buns and chubby vulva as if knocking on a spring of honeyed spring water, each time squeezing out a large amount of succulent, sticky nectar.

Clearly, her creamy, juicy vulva had already completely transformed into the shape of Asmodie, or rather, when this thick, ferocious beast's lance first forcefully pried open her two already slippery, glistening, ripe vulva, soaked in sticky, mature juices.

Her impression of her husband was easily erased by this arrogant and savage centaur lance. Almost a single penetration filled her, completely transforming her soft, plump, and juicy vagina, which was constantly gushing out nectar, into a female slave that Asmodie could use at will.

And this was not the first time Asmody had used this thick, ferocious beast-like lance in front of her deceased husband's portrait to forcibly violate and impregnate her time and time again with an almost monstrous act.

This elegant and beautiful countess, faced with Asmodeus's wanton and wanton assault in front of her deceased husband's portrait, merely responded with a blissful shyness, her soft, sweet tongue half-protruding, her eyes rolled upwards as she hooked her arms around the nape of a man other than her husband.

A pair of plump, soft, and glossy silky flesh wrapped softly around Asmodeus's hard and solid waist. Two oily and fragrant feet tied a seductive knot behind his waist. Her beautiful toes, adorned with bright purple nail polish, merely scratched at the man's back. Rather than being forcibly taken by Asmodeus, it was more accurate to say that she elegantly and proactively catered to the man's invasion.

"Goo-ooh?~~I'm going to lose it?~Eee-ee-ee?~~On my husband's wedding bed?~~Ugh-uh-uh-uh?~~Being violated by a man other than my husband?~~"

With each heavy slump of Asmodie's strong waist, Mina's plump, soft, and tender breasts, like two semi-solidified, sweet, creamy puddings, would be crushed into soft, sweet, and juicy cakes on her and her late husband's Gothic wedding bed.

This elegant and mature countess was now completely reduced to a holster for Asmodie, the centaur lancer, to use at will. Every time the lance was put away or drawn, it caused her two mounds of soft, supple flesh to sway wildly.

The sweet, nectar of the female flower gushed out like juice, staining her soft, delicate, and moist stamens with a sweet, glistening, and sensual color.

Chapter 103 The Morning Banquet of the Madam and the Mature Mother; Part 1 (First Update Supplement)

The once elegant and luxurious Countess's boudoir is now filled not only with the delicate fragrance of orchids that once carried a hint of spring, but also with a sweet and cloying honey scent mixed with a hint of milky sweetness.

On the warm woolen floor, in stark contrast to the countess's gentle and dignified character, her luxurious evening gown and bright purple silk slip dress were scattered haphazardly.

As a countess of Castella, Osalia's lifestyle differed from that of other extravagant and hedonistic noblewomen; her gentle and dignified character made her daily life quite simple.

This elegant and luxurious boudoir had no extravagant furnishings, only furniture that ordinary nobles could use.

Her wardrobe lacked the luxurious silk garments favored by wealthy women; it contained only alluring and mature purple gauze dresses, elegant evening gowns necessary for banquets, or cool and form-fitting spaghetti strap lace-trimmed silk nightgowns.

However, ever since Asmodeus moved into the castle, this elegant and mature countess's originally dignified and charming purple gauze dress has gradually transformed into a vibrant purple semi-transparent bodycon gauze dress that exudes spring charm, and her cool and close-fitting thin-strapped silk nightgown has become increasingly revealing.

The silk slip dress that could originally cover her mature figure has been transformed into a style where only two thin silk straps remain, and the lace-trimmed skirt is a revealing style that exposes her plump, creamy breasts with just a slight lift of the upper body.

In addition to her original flesh-colored bodycon stockings, her wardrobe gradually acquired a variety of sensual and mature stockings, ranging from glossy, open-top bodycon pantyhose to long purple stockings with lace trim and glossy stockings, all exuding a charming and mature allure.

Bright purple crystal spaghetti strap peep-toe heels, white pointed toe red-soled low-cut patent leather stilettos, bright purple ring-finish spaghetti strap backless peep-toe crystal stilettos, purple pointed toe high-soled crystal stilettos—these heels, which were originally considered rather glamorous and mature by her, were gradually added to her wardrobe.

Right now, in the count's wardrobe, those alluring, tight-fitting pantyhose and exquisite crystal high heels were all stained with thick, sticky white fluid and glistening, sweet nectar, mixed with the duchess's seductive, revealing black stockings and noblewoman's high heels, scattered messily in the countess's boudoir.

Clearly, the maids responsible for cleaning the Countess's boudoir will be busy for a while.

After all, they not only needed to clean up the messy silk dresses and sexy stockings, but also needed to give Asmodel a little cleaning after enjoying the elegant and mature Countess Osalia and the charming Duchess Olissa.

"Eeeee?~~Again?~~ Filled up again?~~Again in front of her husband's portrait?~Eeeeeeee~~~"

On that Gothic bed soaked in the nectar of a mature woman, the Countess's plump breasts and buttocks, already glistening with fragrant sweat and nectar, a moist and alluring mass of mature, ripe flesh, were pressed down by Asmodeus's strong and tall body. This man, other than her husband, was pressing down heavily on her waist once again in front of her deceased husband's wedding portrait.

Her body, already shaped like Asmodal, had been repeatedly ravaged to the peak of ecstasy by this man other than her husband in front of her deceased husband. Streams of sweet, nectar-like fluids and nectar flowed down like a bursting river in spring.

The two mounds of flesh, wrapped in greasy, ripe pantyhose, had been soaked countless times by the sticky, glistening nectar, becoming slippery and shiny, and had transformed into two fleshy buttocks that served only as pads for childbirth.

At this moment, Asmodie was like an arrogant centaur lancer charging into a pool of rich, sticky honey. With each rampage, the hot, soft, and fleshy honey cavity would envelop and entwine his rough and ferocious lance.

As he thrust forward again and again, the two plump, soft mounds of flesh collided with the ground, causing the soft, juicy buttocks to tremble wildly. The overflowing honey spring, like a honey pool being poured into a spring mortar, gurgled and overflowed with sticky, ripe nectar.

After the Count reached the peak of his honeyed climax, it was just like a beautiful, mature wife shyly welcoming her husband's first possession on their wedding night. Every thrust would splash up crystal-clear, sweet nectar, causing his anger to erupt completely.

"Goo-ooh?~~Eee-ooh?~~Occupied again?~~Ugh-ooh?~~"

The thick, viscous, and raging torrent, like a cascading mountain torrent, instantly invaded and filled the spring water brimming with the nectar of mature female flowers. This caused the elegant and mature beauty to once again raise her head, glistening with fragrant sweat, and her plump, soft flesh to tightly wrap around Asmodie's waist.

"Boom——"

With a crisp popping sound, the ferocious beast finally withdrew from the soft, ripe honey spring that had been ravaged all morning, glistening with drops of sticky, thick white fluid and glistening, ripe female nectar, and turned to seek out the spring behind it.

"Hmm? What's wrong? You rough, big wolfhound? You've already eaten the Countess? And now you're thinking of assaulting me, the Duchess?"