Chapter 381 Charm

The night is getting deeper. The moonlight was sparse, the stars disappeared, the earth fell into shadow, and the mountains and forests returned to darkness.

The barracks of the Imperial Guards were fierce and fierce, and the atmosphere was quiet and solemn. Elite warriors holding torches patrolled outside the camp. They guard the king in the big tent and the nobles staying in the small town.

Shulot was dressed in military uniform and sitting cross-legged in the big tent. He held a volume in his hands and sat on a soft jaguar rug beneath him. A brazier was lit in the big tent, and the ceiling was opened, letting in the night breeze from time to time. It’s still warm in the South in November, so you can sleep peacefully without a cotton blanket.

After watching it for a while, the king felt inexplicably agitated. He threw away the book in his hand, revealing that the cover of the book was the alliance's new tax regulations, which had just been promulgated. The decree further strengthened the authority of King Avite and clarified the tribute requirements of the nobles, starting with this year's annual tribute. In other words, it is to centralize power and increase taxes on nobles at all levels, including the Kingdom of the Lake.

Shulot took a deep breath and let it out. Then, he looked at the warrior commander.

"Bertard, how are the nobles in the south doing?"

"Your Highness, some of the nobles left overnight, and some stayed in small towns. Most of them must have resigned themselves to their fate, but only a few seem to still want to struggle."

"Well, send envoys to ask the three legions going south to speed up! The west legion controls Apatchingan. The east legion is stationed in Kuramo City, and the middle legion is isolated from the two places. It depends on the situation to move east or west. As long as the king The army quickly moved south to control the key areas. No matter how harsh the seal was to be reduced, the nobles everywhere could only obey! "

"As you command, Your Highness."

The warrior commander nodded and saluted, then summoned his personal guards and arranged for the envoys.

Shulot picked up the book and read it for a while, feeling still agitated. He spoke suddenly.

"Bertard, House Gullamo"

"Your Highness?"

"nothing."

The king said half a sentence and then said nothing more. Bertard lowered his head slightly, understanding in his heart, and did not ask any more questions. The tent continued to remain quiet until the shield guard Ters entered the tent to report.

"Your Highness!"

"Um."

"A great noble from the south sent an envoy."

"not see."

"It's the girl who danced at night, just outside the tent."

Hearing this, Shulot raised his head and saw a tall and slender shadow standing quietly by the fire at the entrance of the tent through the curtains of the tent.

The king glanced at the warrior captain. Bertard lowered his head without any expression. He hesitated for a while and then spoke out of nowhere.

"Let her come in. Listen to what the Gulamo family has to say."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Teres was ordered to go out. Soon, the tent door opened again. A beautiful girl stepped into the tent with bare feet. A breeze blew from the ceiling, the brazier swayed gently, and there was a faint scent of elk in the big tent, which seemed to have an alluring charm.

"Your Majesty, I greet you."

Medina knelt down and saluted, her posture as graceful as a cat. Her voice trembled slightly, as gentle as a cry, as if a cat's claws were scratching people's hearts.

"Um."

The king had no expression on his face, staring at the beauty on the ground.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, the patriarch asked me to come over."

Medina raised her head, revealing a pretty face that was filled with tears.

"I beg you to reduce the punishment on the family."

Shulot raised his eyebrows slightly and remained silent.

"Your Majesty, the Zicao family has guarded the south for generations. Kuramo City and Atoyak Lake are our home."

Medina's eyes were filled with mist. She took two steps on her knees and approached the brazier in the tent. The firelight completely illuminated her body, revealing her manageable plumpness and unbearable waist.

"Your Majesty, the clan leader is willing to hand over 70% of the land and the Dingkou, and only wants to retain the manor fiefdom on the north bank of the lake. The Zicao family is willing to be your most loyal servant, and we will dedicate our bodies and souls to you."

Having said this, the girl slowly took off her black robe, exposing her perfect body. She stretched out a jade finger, put it in her red lips, gently shook her waist, and slowly stood up from the ground with only the strength of her calves. Her body was so soft, like a curled up cat, suddenly stretched out, showing slenderness and laziness.

Shulot took a breath, and heat surged up in his lower abdomen. But at this moment, he still maintained his rationality and said in a deep voice to the girl in front of him.

"The Lithospermum family must leave the south of the kingdom. On the north shore of Lake Atoyak, the kingdom must be included directly under its jurisdiction!"

Hearing this, Medina lowered her eyes. The king in front of her wanted to occupy her beautiful hometown and drive her family to the northern wilderness. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were full of love.

"Your Majesty, please let me dance a song for you, Vastek's Cat Dance~"

Medina glanced at the king charmingly, her eyes watering as if they were about to drip. Then, she spread her hair, barefooted, and swayed, dancing in front of the king.

Shulot's breathing gradually became heavier, and he couldn't say any words of rejection. His eyes followed the girl's body, passing through the undulating plumpness, the tightened waist, and the rising and falling breasts again. He watched the jade-like legs dancing, the silver bells on the ankles ringing softly, and the pink and delicate feet stepping on the heart of the cat-walking king, burning in the rising flames, experiencing an unprecedented test.

Medina changed her dance postures and showed off the beauty of the girl. She is like a ball of soft, boneless water, dancing in front of the king, attracting the violent and wanton fire. Her footsteps beat like the beat of a drum, and together with her gasping for breath due to physical exertion, she fell into the heart of the king. Then, the intense dance suddenly eases into a gentle pause. She was like a tiring playing cat, lying on the ground silently, her two slender legs swaying lightly, bringing a crisp ringing sound.

The bell rang softly, and the cat fell asleep and woke up again. She hummed softly, lay on the ground, and stretched out seductively. Then, the cat nimbly crawled in two steps, came to the king, hugged the king's legs coquettishly, raised its head, and revealed a beautiful face.

Medina's eyes were charming, she stuck out her tongue and licked her delicate lips. Then, she looked at the king with pure lust, like an innocent cat, and meowed softly.

"Meow~"

Shulot felt a chill all over his body instantly, and heat flowed from his lower abdomen to the top of his head, making his eyes turn red instantly. The king suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's arm with force, and picked her up from the ground, just like an eagle grabbing a cat. The scent of orchid comes to the nostrils, as if carrying some kind of aphrodisiac spice, arousing the wildest desires in people's hearts.

The king looked at the soft girl with red eyes, as if she was about to be eaten by a beast. Then, with the last bit of reason and precaution, he resolutely stretched out his arm and threw the girl forward.

"Back off!!"

"ah!"

Medina stumbled two steps and fell sideways on the carpet. She covered her arms in pain, with tears in her eyes. She looked helplessly at the king, turning into a pitiful little deer again.

"His Majesty."

"Phew! Tell Gulamo!"

Shulot took a few heavy breaths and shouted in a deep voice.

"Hand over your fiefdom obediently and seal it on the north bank of the Leman River! Stop playing such little tricks!"

Hearing this, Bertard glanced at His Highness and smiled quietly. Silence fell in the big tent. There was only the girl's low cry.

Shulot took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down. Then, he looked at Medina who fell to the ground and sighed softly. The king stood up, took two steps forward, lifted the girl up from the ground, and put a covering black robe on her.

"Medina, tell your father."

The king's movements are gentle and his words are calm.

"There is also fertile land on the north bank of the Leman River. It is sparsely populated and has a vast area. It is said to be more than 20,000 acres of fiefdom, but it actually has unlimited possibilities. The kingdom needs manpower to guard the north and balance the forces of the Otomi tribes. Power. Like his ancestors, he can open up frontiers, recruit desert people, and re-establish a rich territory! "

Then, Shulot took a step back and looked at the girl calmly.

"In addition, as long as Gulamo surrenders his territory as soon as possible and sets an example, the kingdom can let him take away a few hundred more people. Remember, Medina?"

Medina lowered her eyes and said nothing. After a while, she tightened her black robe and nodded silently.

"Yeah, remember."

"Okay, then go down!"

Shulot turned around, took two steps, and then remembered something.

"Bertard."

"Your Highness, I am here."

The warrior commander responded respectfully, returning from his sculptural state of silence.

"Send a few warriors to escort Medina back."

A smile appeared on the king's face.

"Give her another pot of hot honey tea. She has sweated a lot after dancing for so long. Drink some hot tea to refresh herself."

Bertard nodded. He scooped out hibiscus tea with honey from the clay pot on the brazier and poured it into a clay pot. The pottery pot has a simple shape and bears the emblem of the royal family. It is newly fired purple clay pottery.

"Miss Medina, let's go."

The warrior commander walked in quietly and handed the warm clay pot to the girl's arms.

Medina nodded silently and hugged the pot tightly. She took a few steps and arrived in front of the big tent. She suddenly turned back and smiled brightly.

"Your Majesty, the clan leader has his own plans. But I just simply respect you~"

Shulot heard the sound and went away, only to see the girl showing a charming smile. She put her fingers to her mouth, kissed him delicately, and waved to the king.

"My king! I just want to dedicate myself to you!"

The king stood there blankly, watching the girl's back disappearing outside the tent. He felt lost in his heart. At this moment, the king's cold heart finally began to melt, and he lost his guard in front of a beautiful girl.