Succubus Master
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Chapter 12: Night at Earl Mansion
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: Night at Earl Mansion - A cowardly adventurer named Roger is reborn by the God of Chaos, Hades. Offered forbidden power, he must choose whether to serve, betray, or rise against the god—and in doing so, may change the fate of the world.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Slavery Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Magic Were animal Demons BDSM Torture Polygamy/Polyamory Transformation
Among the four mercenaries, Elfa and Matar were the strongest fighters, and Roger and Randy would definitely be beaten to the ground if they fought. But when it came to using their brains, Roger and Randy were much better than them.
“This is easy. We have registered every resident who moved to the island. I’ll ask old Orton to investigate later.” The old earl nodded.
“Focus on finding those Nords,” Randy added.
The Gathering Religion is a religious organization that has emerged from the Nords in the past hundred years. Originally, the Nords had no faith, were not good at magic, and were just a group of barbarians who killed people based on their fighting spirit.
They suffered a lot in the wars with the other three countries.
It was not until the emergence of the Gathering Religion that the Nords possessed spells and summoning techniques that could rival magic.
Only then did they gradually turn the disadvantage around.
The Nords became addicted to the goodness of it, and with the tacit approval of several great commanders and the Nord King, the Gathering Religion developed rapidly in the Nords. In just a hundred years, it became the largest religion in the Nords.
However, because the teachings of the Gathering Religion emphasized desires, downplayed precepts, and did not focus on cultivating the mind, it was rejected by several other countries.
In this continent of Nirn, apart from the Nords, there are almost no other races among the followers of the Gathering Religion.
Even among the Nords, most of them are very hostile to this church.
“We also need to send someone to follow Tom and his wife. After all, they are the people closest to them these days. And I heard them say the other day that they had received missionary work from the Gathering Religion.” Roger said.
Count Martin said nothing, but just nodded.
After the discussion, the Earl immediately dispatched the guards and housekeepers of the Earl’s Palace to carry out the task. As for the others, since they had experienced a fierce fight last night, the old Earl could not bear to let them travel again, so he arranged for them to stay in the Earl’s Palace. He arranged the best dinner for them and also boiled several large vats of hot water for them to bathe.
He even called Pastor Marco to come and check on Randy’s injuries.
However, Randy’s injury was healed by Elfa with holy light in the afternoon, but he consumed too much fighting spirit and was still a little weak. Seeing that Randy was fine and the temple was busy, Marco hurriedly said goodbye.
After dinner and a bath, they boasted and talked about current affairs in the reception hall of the Marquis’s Mansion. When they saw that it was getting late, they all went to their rooms as arranged by the butler.
The old earl was fond of martial arts, magic and fighting when he was young, so he naturally loved weapons. Whether it was the hall, the corridor, or the room where they lived now, all kinds of weapons were placed on the walls.
Roger lay on the bed, looking around the small single room carefully.
It is not as luxurious as the hall, but it is very clean and tidy, with all the necessary utensils available. There is a fire driven by low-level magic crystals in the room so that it is not as cold as outside. There is also a kettle and cups on the small table. There are bursts of strange fragrance wafting from the kettle, as if it is tea traded from the mysterious Darjeeling on the east side of the sea.
This kind of thing is something that ordinary people cannot drink unless they are kings or nobles.
Hanging on the wall is a dagger made of fine steel. Looking at the exquisite patterns and designs, it must have been made by a famous artist.
Roger couldn’t help but take it down from the wall and examine it carefully.
As he was watching, there was a knock on the door. Roger frowned in surprise. Who would come to see him so late at night?