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Pushing the time back a little, we came to the side of Wendy and Tigu.
If you only look at Tigu's appearance, most people may think that he is just an ordinary hunter, but as long as you get to know him in depth, you will find that he has also received the corresponding aristocratic education, and he also has the bravery left by his ancestors.
Wendy grew up in a monastery. Putting aside the dark side, she also received a considerable education, but the focus was on theology.
Therefore, the two quickly became familiar with each other. After discussing Roland's development plan, the topic turned to each other's past.
"Miss Wendy, so you grew up in a monastery?" There is no need to talk about Tigu's past. He was just a declining nobleman. His wife had died of illness a long time ago, so he cherished and treasured his only daughter Nana.
"Yes, I was an orphan. I was taken in by the monastery and became a nun in the church until one day my magic awakened and I became a witch."
"The church, since I knew that Nana became a witch, I no longer believe in them. Nana is such a pure and kind child. She will never be the incarnation of the devil!" When facing questions about his daughter, Tigu always said so decisively.
"That's great." Wendy leaned her head against her arm, but her full breasts were squeezed out of the neckline by the corner of the table, and it was all white. The witch costume designed by Roland itself was designed with a wide chest. For a woman of Wendy's figure, it was even more lethal. Tigu had to look away. His male instinct made him unable to refuse such a magnificent big breast.
"I envy you so much. Nana has a father like you who cares for her, loves her, and trusts her."
"Are the priests in the monastery not good to you?" Tigu asked in surprise.
"Yes, especially those pretty and cute little boys and girls. They are treated even better."
Wendy said with an inexplicable smile in her eyes, but her words were indeed so ironic that Tigu understood what Wendy meant in an instant.
"Didn't anyone stop them?" Tigu said in disbelief. "Where's the head nun? Where's the bishop?"
"Mr. Tigu, these things are the rules of the church. This is what I learned in the monastery."
"Every week, the priest will gather some children for baptism. Of course, it's no surprise that they are all cute children. My first baptism was when I was eight years old. The priest asked us to strip naked and go into a big pool. Then the priest would 'baptize' us one by one."
"If it's a girl, the priest will spread her legs and gently stroke her vulva with his fingers, or lick it with his tongue. For boys, the priest will insert his fingers into their anus and play with their undeveloped genitals. After that, the priest will choose one or two children to receive the grace he bestows. Yes, grace. He will masturbate in front of us and then let us open our mouths to catch the semen he ejaculates."
"And I was very lucky. I was chosen by the priest to receive grace alone during my first baptism. His penis was not big, but my mouth could not cover it at all. The most interesting thing was that I really thought it was a grace and tried hard to receive the priest's semen and swallow it. The priest was very happy and praised me in front of everyone. After that, I received grace alone."
Tigu was extremely surprised when he listened to Wendy telling the absurd facts, but this was not the end. More dark things came out of Wendy's mouth.
"When I grew up a little, I no longer had the treatment of collective baptism, but instead received individual instruction from the priest."
"He would touch my whole body with his hands. I had just reached my first period, and he would rub my breasts hard and stick his fingers into my lower body, but he would not stick them too deep because he was afraid of accidentally breaking my hymen. After that, he would suck my nipples with his mouth and tongue, and lick my lower body. Then, like before, he would let me serve him with my mouth, but now, I could swallow his dick."
Wendy smiled self-deprecatingly and continued, "The priest would even call the head nun to teach me the technique of oral sex, and then serve him better, and then, like before, he would ejaculate all his semen into my mouth and let me drink it."
"Most of the girls in the monastery are treated like this, and even the boys are no exception. The pretty and delicate boys would be called by the priest for instruction individually, and would limp back to the room afterwards. The boys don't have any hymens, so the priest would just stick his dick into their anus."
"Do you know who took my virginity?" Wendy bent her eyes and looked at Tigu with a gloomy face. "That was the day when the archbishop came to inspect the monastery. Those beautiful girls would be dressed up, and then wear nun uniforms and kneel in the hall to pray. Of course, they were not allowed to wear any clothes inside except the nun uniforms."
"When the archbishop arrived, all the girls had to touch their foreheads to the ground and lift their buttocks high. Then the archbishop lifted up everyone's skirts and broke their virginity one by one. If a girl pleased the archbishop, he would insert it a few more times, and finally he would choose the one he liked the most and ejaculate inside her."
"I thought it would be over after the archbishop finished ejaculating, but this is just the beginning. We girls who have already lost our virginity are already lambs that those priests can enjoy at will. They are like shepherds high above, picking delicious lambs at will in their own sheepfolds."
Wendy smiled bitterly, but continued.
"When I got older, the priests liked me more and more because of my body." Wendy held up her big breasts with her hands. "The priest fucked me and said that this was my original sin, which would provoke the sins of others, and asked me to keep repenting."
"Later, the priest liked to play with me with boys. He would let the boy fuck me while he fucked the boy, or when he was tired, he would let several boys continue to fuck me. If there were priests from other parishes visiting, he would also be very warm and let me entertain them." "
Later, I woke up, I knew the attitude of the church towards witches, and I had the ability at that time, so I escaped and stumbled all the way in the witch Freemasonry until now."
After listening to Wendy's story, the two fell into silence. Tigu wanted to say something, but he had nothing to say.
"Mr. Tigu, will you look down on me?" Wendy adjusted her collar and put the nipples that were almost exposed by the action back into her clothes.
"No! How could it be? None of this is your fault. I didn't expect the church to be so...dark." Tigu hastily denied it, pretending that he didn't see Wendy's beauty, but Wendy had already seen through his poor acting skills.
"In fact, it's not just me. Every witch has a tragic past, and most of them no longer exist. The number of sisters who have died in these years alone is already countless. I am already very satisfied that I can survive and come to Border Town to live with dignity."
Wendy moved closer to Tigu, looked at Tigu's stiff body, blinked her beautiful eyes, squeezed her arms slightly, and a deep cleavage appeared in front of Tigu.
"So I envy Nanawa for having such a wonderful family relationship. Can I come to Nanawa to chat often in the future? We can also communicate occasionally."
What could Tigu have objected to? Now that his mind was full of breasts, he could not raise any objections at all. Although Wendy was over 30 years old, her witch's physique made her skin still tight and shiny, and her plump body did not sag at all, and she looked like she was in her twenties.
Tigu was a widower and a man of vigor. He rarely even looked for prostitutes on weekdays. It was natural that he was very willing to have such a charming woman willing to come to him.
Wendy was relieved, but she had to add fuel to the fire. When she told her past experiences before, she also felt a little hot.
"In fact, Mr. Tigu would like to see it, too. I don't mind, as long as Mr. Tigu doesn't mind me."
Wendy's fingers loosened her collar as soon as she finished speaking. In the dim candlelight, the pair of plump, firm jade breasts trembled and revealed themselves. The pink nipples were already erect, and the white breast flesh seemed to be covered with a layer of honey.
Looking at the stunned Tigu, Wendy's fingers slowly stroked her nipples, circling around the nipples and the areola.
"Ms. Wen... Miss Wendy... please... please don't... do this..." Tigu had never experienced such a situation before. He stretched out his hand to stop Wendy, but he bumped into Wendy's naked chest, and his whole hand sank into the warmth and softness. Then, Wendy's small hand gently covered Tigu's mouth.
"Mr. Tigu, don't let His Highness and Lightning find out."
Tigu calmed down and glanced back quietly. His Royal Highness seemed to be still discussing something with Lightning, but why did Lightning sit on His Highness's lap?
But Tigu didn't have the energy to think so much, his hand was still holding Wendy's breast.
Tigu was reluctant to let go of the slippery breast flesh in his hands. When he turned around, he saw Wendy's beautiful face with her lips bitten and blushing. Was she waiting for him to do something?
Before Tigu could come to his senses, his hands had already started kneading her breasts instinctively. The overflowing breasts kept changing shape under the kneading of Tigu's rough hands, and Wendy's excited nipples kept sliding in Tigu's palms.
When Tigu pinched her nipples hard, Wendy couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Tigu quickly restrained his movements, but he was reluctant to take his palms back, still keeping them on Wendy's chest.
After finding that he did not attract anyone's attention, Tigu continued to knead Wendy's breasts, but this time his movements became much gentler, like a caress.
In this way, Tigu and Wendy kept close for a long time. Finally, Tigu withdrew his palms, and Wendy also put her breasts back under her collar, but the atmosphere between the two became more ambiguous.
"Mr. Tigu, can you stay in the castle tomorrow? I have many things to ask you." Wendy felt her muddy lower body and invited Tigu. She couldn't bear it anymore. If it wasn't for Nana's matter, she wanted to drag Tigu into the room directly. She could see his hard lower body clearly through his pants, and he would not refuse.
Sure enough, Tigu was a normal man. How could he refuse a lady's invitation?
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Du Juan, who was leaning against the door, quietly watched the different obscene plays on both sides. Under her ability, both parties would subconsciously ignore her existence, and at the same time avoid mutual influence between them. Of course, it also increased the lust of the two men. Lightning and Wendy didn't need her to operate. The witch's instinct alone would make them take the initiative to pursue.
At the same time, the intermittent crisp obscene calls from the next room also meant that the plan was going smoothly.
"I didn't expect that Nanawa, who looked so innocent, would become so coquettish now. She is worthy of being a witch. I hope Anna and Nightingale can restrain themselves and not snatch the semen left for Nanawa. That would be interesting."
Dujuan looked at the dark outside the window. The night was still long.
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When Nightingale opened the door, she looked at the people who turned their eyes to her, nodded, and then made way. Nanawa, who was a little weak, stood out. Although her face was still flushed, she seemed to have no other problems. Nightingale and Anna had already helped her to tidy up her clothes to make sure that she would not reveal her true colors.
"Your Highness, it's a success."
Roland lifted the curtains, and as the heavy curtains opened a small gap, a ray of light came in.
He was surprised to find that a trace of fish belly white had appeared in the dark sky.
"Look!" Roland pulled open the entire curtain, and everyone was startled by his shouting and turned around. Looking at the faint light in the distance, everyone realized that a new day had arrived.
Nanava safely survived the magic backlash.
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Roland stretched and returned to the bedroom, and found two more people in the room.
Nightingale and Wendy.
There was no trace of sleepiness on their faces, only excitement. Of course, they were pretending. They knew exactly why Nanava survived the magic backlash. However, in front of Roland, they still had to show amazement, so as not to arouse the prince's suspicion.
"Are you sure that Nanava's date is today - no, it was last night?" Roland asked.
"Yes, but the changes at that time were very subtle. I thought it was not the critical moment of backlash yet," Nightingale said affirmatively. "Your Highness, you are right! As long as you continue to release magic power, its total amount will continue to increase, but the pain the body endures will decrease. If you can maintain a certain amount of training every day, all witches have a great chance of surviving their adulthood!"
"In the entire Kingdom of Graycastle, only your territory allows witches to use their abilities without restraint. In a sense, this is the holy mountain of witches," Wendy continued. "I would like to beg you to let as many witches as possible know about this news and let the sisters come to the sanctuary as soon as possible. I think they will be willing to serve you."
"That's what I planned," Roland nodded. "When the Demonic Month is over, the people in the territory will have a certain degree of understanding and contact with witches. By then, I will arrange for people to spread the news - in the form of rumors. You should know that I can't recruit witches in a high-profile manner, as that will cause an uproar in the country," he paused for a moment, "unless the church disappears or I ascend the throne."
"Then I am willing to help you ascend the throne," Wendy seemed to be waiting for this sentence. She knelt on one knee without hesitation and swore allegiance. It can be seen that her movements were not very skilled, and it seemed that she was learning on the spot. But Roland did not care about these details. He still accepted the other party's allegiance as he did to Nightingale.
After getting up, Wendy smiled at Nightingale, "How did I do?" (How is my acting?)
The latter pouted, "Just barely." (Fortunately, I was able to deceive Your Highness)
Roland shook his head helplessly, "In that case, go to bed early. You haven't closed your eyes all night."
"Your Highness, I have another request," Wendy, who had just stood up, knelt down again.
"You say," Roland put away his smile and asked seriously. The other party's gesture clearly showed that it was a question that was not easy to agree to.
"I want to go back to the camp again."
"Wendy!" Nightingale looked at the other party in surprise, and the latter's eyes were full of determination.
"I don't know whether they have found the Holy Mountain. Maybe they have, maybe not. I hope to go to the Desperate Mountains after the Demonic Moon ends. If Hakara has not found the Holy Mountain, they should have returned to the mountains."
"This situation is the most dangerous," Roland frowned, "your respected mentor attacked you regardless of friendship."
"If she really wanted to kill me, I would have died at that time," Wendy said, "The magic snake she summoned is pain, not a death sentence. I may not be able to bring back much, or even bring back anyone, but at least I can tell my sisters this news. As long as they release their magic power every day, they don't have to suffer that terrible pain." At this point, her voice became extremely soft, "Your Highness, as long as you treat witches well as always, my life will belong to you, and I will naturally not give up easily. I will protect myself. Please promise me."
Roland fell silent. For safety reasons, he should refuse Wendy. But he also knew what this request meant to her - once there was a chance to save more witches, she would be willing to take the risk. If he refused, she might obey his orders, but the loss of her sisters would leave a permanent scar in her heart.
"I promise you," Roland finally nodded, "but you have to wait until two months after the end of the Demonic Month, and you have to go with Lightning. I will give you muskets for self-protection, and... the Stone of God's Punishment. Lightning will provide support from a distance, and you will wear the Stone of God's Punishment to negotiate with them. In this way, Hakara or other witches cannot use their abilities to hurt you."
"Your Highness, please let me go with her!" Nightingale said.
"No, Veronica. Your Highness's safety is much more important than mine. He is the hope of all witches," Wendy shook her head and smiled, "Protect him well."
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shipbuilding
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Vanner artillery training
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On the banks of the Chishui River, the sea trials of the Little Town were also in full swing.
Considering that Wendy was to be used as the power source, the crew on board had to be absolutely reliable. So Roland selected a group of politically strong men as the first crew of the Little Town. The captain and commander was the chief knight Carter, the helmsman was Brian, the sails were raised and lowered by Carter's attendants, and the messenger was Tigu Pine. These people often came into contact with witches, and with their own silent ideological transformation, they no longer had any prejudice against witches. Tigu even loved the whole witch community and spread his love for his daughter to the entire witch group, not to mention the beautiful and busty Wendy who would occasionally meet him under the pretext of visiting Nanawa.
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New ship sea trial
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Church Collection Girls
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The King of Graycastle was imprisoned by the church
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The church's ambitions are exposed, the old king of Graycastle dies
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There are only 6 witches left in the Witches' Union. Ye Zi decides to go back to Border Town to find Nightingale
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To resist the evil beast, witches officially join the battle
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Evil Moon Ending