Blasphemy: 5 success or failure

The short time in the City of Oracle was a rare peaceful day for Rogge.

Now that the overall situation of the Holy Alliance has been decided, all that remains is to clean up the mess. Rogge simply left the affairs of the Principality of Are to Adele and Charlie to take care of, while he hid in the infinitely beautiful Oracle City and devoted himself to practicing magic.

Of course, his cultivation career is not boring, and can even be the envy of most men, especially in recent days.

In the early morning sunshine, Rogge got off the big bed with a satisfied smile, took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head, and then put on a robe.

With a low moan, Eiffel climbed out of the bed with difficulty. Just as she was about to pick up her clothes, Roger took her in his arms and kissed her hard several times.

Aiffel smiled lightly, pushed Roger away gently, and said: "It's getting late, I still have to clean up the room!"

Roger smiled and said: "Can you do it now? Rest for half a day! Well, you have good martial arts skills. Don't be a maid in the future, just be my personal guard!"

Effier shook her head and said: "A maid is a maid. Even if I go to bed with you, I am still a maid and I have to do my job well."

She struggled to put on her clothes, straightened her sweaty blond hair, and walked out the door.

"Effier, you..."

"I'm fine."

The elf girl replied crisply: "I am willing to accompany you, but you can't lose justice for this." After that, she went out.

Roger looked strange, opened his mouth, and was speechless for a moment.

Phew! Aisilote, who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room, laughed out loud. Rogge stared at the little iceman with hatred and had no choice but to do anything to her.

In fact, in terms of beauty, Eiffel is far inferior to the peerless beauties such as Feng Die and Androni. Her martial arts skills are mediocre and she has no outstanding talent. If she is said to be naturally charming and confuses all living beings, she cannot compare with Froya. Compare. But there was always a special feeling about her, an indescribable feeling that made Rogge's heart beat. In the past few days, while Rogge was practicing magic, he would always look for Effie involuntarily.

Is it because of the elf girl’s clear eyes, or because of her straightforward character? Rogge himself didn't know the answer.

The elf girl works very straightforwardly and is not sloppy at all, but she is also stubborn and almost rigid. Ever since Eiffel happily went to bed with Rogge that night, she would immediately put down what she was doing whenever Rogge asked her. Eiffel on the bed was extremely wild, even so wild that it surprised Rogge. She was completely unlike an elf girl who was trying this for the first time, and she didn't have the slightest bit of shyness that an elf should have.

After the storm, tired girls will need the comfort or tenderness of their lovers. But this also does not apply to this alternative elf girl. Except for the half-day break the first time, every time after Eiffel and Roger's carnival, she would immediately dress up and do her job as a maid, regardless of physical fatigue. Every time Rogge wanted to take Eiffel with him, he was always rejected by her. Even his request to let her rest for a while would be flatly rejected.

Rogge had nothing to do with this extremely stubborn elf girl. All he could do was be gentle when being intimate.

Except for the first time between him and Effie in the bathroom, every time they were intimate after that, the ice doll Ai Xilote would watch quietly from the side, which could be regarded as fully satisfying her curiosity. Heart. Whenever Rogge's kindness was directly interrupted or rejected by Effie, the little iceman would easily burst into laughter. Although the fat man was depressed after being rejected by the elf girl, the task on Iceman's side became much easier, which was a gain and a loss.

Roger repeatedly thought about why Eiffel obeyed him so happily. The Elf Guardian Warriors are willing because of Rogg's status as a divine envoy, and because they regard this as their dedication and sacrifice to Hilo. Androni and Froya, firstly, their special relationship was despicably exploited by Rogge, and secondly, because of Rogge's growing strength and influence. Most of the marriages between great nobles were the product of interests and politics. With Fatty's current status, even marrying Froya, who had not yet perished, would not be considered an insult to her status. What about Fengdie? Fengdie follows him for revenge. In her heart, there was probably nothing else besides hatred. The main reason why Amy admired Rogge back then was because he far exceeded the magnanimity, experience and strength of the young druid in the village.

Standing in front of the study window, Rogge looked silently at the valley that was too beautiful to be on earth.

On the other side of the mountain, there is a large land that belongs to him, tens of millions of people who belong to his rule, nearly 10,000 elite warriors, and nearly 100,000 troops who are rapidly training and equipping! And this beautiful The elven city, the oracle city that holds the hopes of countless elves, has turned into a terrifying war fortress, and all kinds of lethal magic equipment are being continuously manufactured by the elven craftsmen. More than 10,000 elves will turn into brave warriors, ruthless killers, or conquer enemies with their appearance like Meilan and Ikelel when needed.

When he fled from the south, Rogge was just a lower-class noble. Now, he has ascended to the respected position of Grand Duke. Soon, he will go to the imperial capital to receive the canonization and become the prince of the Asrofic Empire, one of the three empires.

As for the strong ones, Rogge has Feng Yue and the Death Squad in the Sanctuary, as well as Androni who is already wandering on the edge of the Sanctuary and the mysterious Elder Hughes. This kind of lineup is enough to rival a big country. Rogge himself can be called a magician killer. His mental shock, magic instantaneity, alien curse binding purgatory and special physique are all the nemesis of other magicians.

With huge power, honorable status and strong personal strength, even if he is just a fat man with ordinary appearance, it is enough to make most beauties flutter, right? Rogge smiled slightly.

But Eiffel's clear eyes could not see things like power and magic at all. In her glass-like pupils, Rogge only saw herself. The reason why the elf girl did this was just because of him, because he was Rogge. Perhaps the special feeling he felt from Eiffel was because of this.

Roger couldn't help but smile bitterly. If you take away these auras, what else will you have? Any elf man is probably seven or eight times more handsome than a fat man. Could it be that what she likes is his viciousness and insidiousness? Could it still be the road paved with blood and corpses behind him?

Roger stood with his hands behind his hands, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window. For a moment, everything in the mountains and rivers in his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood, as thick as the road he had already walked and was about to embark on.

In this cruel world, just as appearance and figure are the criteria for evaluating women, power and strength are the medals by which men flaunt themselves. All people see is the glorious light of the medal, and no one pays attention to what is hidden behind the medal.

Roger took a deep breath and expelled all distracting thoughts from his mind. In a few years, he will be thirty years old. Rogge knew that although he was prosperous at the moment, it was hard to say whether he would be able to see the sky when he was thirty in this world.

In Fatty's heart, heroes are always judged only by their success or failure. He only wants the results, not the process. If the result is unsatisfactory, no matter how exciting the process is, what's the point?

After going through countless **** storms, Rogge has learned that he must not make any excuses for his failure. He has removed the words "hope" and "tomorrow" from his dictionary. Rogge was unwilling to let his will be weak or wavered in the slightest. Although Rodriguez's inheritance had given him great strength, God knew when the arbiter of the Church of Light would appear in front of him. He didn't want to regret that he didn't work hard to prepare for the war when things came to an end.

While Rogge was thinking wildly, the door opened and Froya walked in with a pile of documents in her arms.

"Damn fat man, why are you so dazed?" Froya threw the pile of documents heavily on the table.

Looking at Rogge's nightgown, she snorted and asked in a weird tone: "Is that elf so smelly? Seeing how you pester her whenever you have free time these days, I'm almost obsessed with you. ."

Rogg came over and said with a smile: "Effie is indeed very interesting. What are these documents?"

"They are all reports sent by the Principality of Arei. Humph, your subordinates are not very capable, but everyone is pretty good at writing reports. Something that can be explained clearly in one sentence can be written in ten pages. I will sort it out for you. Read it once and just look at the top three."

Roger picked up the three top reports and read them carefully.

The first is the report written by Charlie. After recent months of fighting, he has wiped out the large-scale resistance forces in Latvia. All towns have been brought under the rule of the Principality of Are. The next thing to do is to mobilize new troops from the Principality of Are to replace these troops that have been fighting for a long time and act as an occupying force.

But things are not all peaceful in Latvia. Charlie's latest victory was the elimination of more than 5,000 remaining Latvian troops, resulting in only a few hundred prisoners, most of whom were seriously injured. Many times, surrounded Latvian fighters fought to the last man. Charles was worried that for a long period of time, the principality would have to maintain a large number of troops stationed in the newly occupied areas to deal with the resistance that would definitely appear. According to Charlie's preliminary estimate, the occupying force will need at least 50,000 troops, and 10,000 elite mobile troops will be needed. This will definitely be a heavy burden on the national strength of the Principality of Are.

Another point Charlie mentioned was the extreme shortage of qualified mid-level and lower-level officers. There are two methods for training middle and lower-level officers: combat and military academies. He suggested that several methods be used in parallel. On the one hand, a military academy should be set up in the principality to train junior officers, and on the other hand, a group of loyal and brave officers could be selected and sent to the Asrofic Empire for training.

The second document was sent by Adele. After plundering the royal family of Latvia, Are's nearly collapsed national power finally got a breather. After preliminary calculations of the treasury of the Kingdom of Latvia, Adele estimated that the huge war machine in Are could be operated for at least another year. This crazy woman immediately formulated a new armament plan, preparing to arm all of Are's 100,000 troops to the teeth. However, Adele, who has a strong desire for power, does have a far-sighted vision in some aspects. She has proposed a huge armaments improvement plan and plans to allocate a lot of money to establish the Duchy's National Alchemy Laboratory to trial-produce new types of magic equipment and war machinery on a large scale. .

Roger's eyelids twitched. The large characters of the Principality National Alchemy Laboratory stimulated him a lot. He couldn't help but miss the happy time at War God's Hammer. If this laboratory could be run by Faith, a great alchemist, and under Adele's pressure, he didn't know how many weird things he would develop.

The last letter was a report from General Horn who surrendered. The new intelligence network established by this cunning fox is only beginning to take shape, but a lot of money has already been spent. As for the remaining intelligence network, Horn plans to use it mainly to support the activities of the resistance organization. This old fox’s plan is to first let the resistance organizations accumulate small victories, wait until they develop to a certain scale, and then induce them to gather together the resistance elements scattered everywhere, openly or covertly, and then deal a devastating blow , although this does not guarantee the complete elimination of the resistance movement, it will certainly severely weaken their vitality and prevent them from resuming large-scale activities within ten or eight years. Given all this time, Horn believed that Rogge's rule in Latvia must have become unbreakable.

Rogg put down the three reports and began to think deeply.

Charlie wanted to fight back to the south, but he knew that Rogge would not and would not be able to rebel against the Asrophek Empire at least in the next few years. However, he was still focused on training his troops. In addition to suppressing possible resistance in the occupied areas, he also wanted the Principality of Are to play a more important role in the future when the empire's troops pointed south.

Horn's strategy is vicious. It is very feasible to fatten the pigs first and then kill them with one knife.

It’s just that Adele’s plan seems too ambitious. Fortunately, the Asrofic Empire was very martial, and any duke had tens of thousands of troops. If it were the two empires in the south, Rogge's accusation of massive military expansion and evil intentions alone would be enough to cause disaster.

Roger was not interested in reading other reports. Since Froya doesn't think it's important, it means there really isn't anything important. Although this little elf is a strange elf, he will never be confused about these important matters.

A sudden sharp pain came from the weak spot of Rogge's lower back, which brought him back to reality from his meditation.

The fat man gasped in pain, and when he looked back, he saw a small electric fire beating freely on Froya's fingertips. Her green eyes were full of smiles, and her rippling eyes almost completely engulfed the fat man.

"Damn fat man, are those bad reports of yours that good? How come you haven't even looked at me for so long?"

Roger chuckled, stretched out his hand to pull Froya over, and looked carefully at the twin blue springs that were so close at hand and as deep as a cold pool. Froya's eyes were ignited with blazing green fire, and she stared back without showing any signs of weakness. Her overly full **** pressed heavily on Rogge's chest, making Rogge uncontrollably flustered.

"Are you playing with fire? Be careful not to burn yourself!" Rogge frowned.

"I'm going to play with fire! What can you do to me?" the little goblin began to provoke.

Rogg picked her up, strode into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and then said: "What are I going to do to you? That's it!"

Two thick electric lights suddenly lit up, and while they were still in the air, a bolt of lightning lit up in each of Froya's hands and struck at Rogge!

The fat man was caught off guard and was hit hard by lightning, and fell down amid the entanglement of small electric fires.

Froya instantly activated her magic protection and flew up slowly, preparing to escape. However, a wall of black flames suddenly appeared at the door, blocking her.

Froya whispered, waved her backhand, and several free blue electric **** flew behind her. She also blessed herself with a fire-proof shield. Now she was almost immune to fire damage, so she had to break through the flame wall.

Hundreds of silver threads suddenly appeared around Froya, suddenly wrapped around her shield, and strangled her fiercely! In the blink of an eye, her outermost two magical protections were unable to withstand it. Live and explode into a gorgeous magical fireworks.

Froya panicked for a moment. Before she could recite the next spell, Rogge's deep voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Your Highness, you'd better go to bed obediently!" Froya felt a wave of pain on her waist. A strong force came, and amid the exclamations, the little goblin was finally thrown heavily onto the bed.

Roger smiled and began to undress, but the shining silver light in his eyes never weakened at all. This little goblin has so many tricks up her sleeve, not to mention that she is an artifact herself, so even if she is naked, she is extremely dangerous.

"Wait a minute!" Froya was a little flustered and said, "Damn fat man! Are you serious about this?"

"What do you think?" Rogge replied coldly, his hands moving constantly.

"Okay...come on!" Froya lay down resignedly, pulled the quilt to cover her face, but her exposed shoulders were slightly swaying, as if she was sobbing quietly.

Roger gently lifted the quilt.

Froya's eyes were closed tightly, and two tears were flowing down her cheeks.

Roger hesitated for a moment and asked, "Remember what happened that day again?"

Froya's body trembled, she nodded slowly, and whispered: "Leave me alone. Come on! Anyway, you only want people, don't worry."

Roger smiled, gently wiped away Froya's tears, and said, "Okay, I'll let you go this time. But I won't be so polite next time!"

"Really?" Froya opened her eyes. There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, but her green eyes were full of smiles!

Rogg secretly screamed something bad, but before he could react, he was firmly sealed inside by a piece of deep blue ice.

The little goblin fled the room like a gust of wind, and crisp laughter could be heard in the distance.

With a bang, the ice that trapped Rogge suddenly exploded. He stood up as if nothing had happened, looked at the direction in which Froya was fleeing, and chuckled: "I actually let you lie to me again..."

In the long corridor of the Temple of God, Eiffel was walking quickly holding a large red porcelain vase.

"Wait!" The sudden cry from behind made Effier's hands tremble and she almost dropped the vase.

The elf girl looked back and saw Froya standing behind her. The little fairy has countless different styles whenever she stands casually. Her green eyes were carefully observing Effier from top to bottom, and Effier was also observing her.

"Are you Eiffel?"

"Yes."

"You..."

"I'm not pretty, I have an average figure, poor martial arts skills, I'm just a maid, and I'm straight-forward and have an unlovable personality. Miss Froya, what else do you want to know?"

Froya was shocked by the elf girl's crispness. She finally came back to her senses and said: "But Rogge..."

"That's because I don't want anything but to sleep with him."

Froya's breath was suffocated by Eiffel's naked frankness. She never expected to hear such an answer from an elf. Froya was speechless for a moment and lost her voice: "What is the reason for this?"

Ai Feier looked at her strangely and said: "As a person like God, if you don't just go to bed, why do you want to fall in love?"

This time the little goblin was completely stunned. ~IndoMTL.com~ Looking at Eiffel's back, Froya, who came back to her senses, was ashamed and angry, and stamped her feet bitterly: "Talk about love...why is it wrong?"

The peaceful Oracle City is once again bustling with activity. The equipment of the Dark Side of the Moon warriors has been refurbished, and their magic attributes have been greatly enhanced. What's more important is that the Hell Explosion Magic Arrow was finally successfully trial-produced by the elf craftsmen. Although the performance of the newly made magic arrows is not very stable, it is very powerful and is no worse than the genuine ones purchased from Dark Night Dancer. There is a huge red copper vein near the City of Oracle, and the accompanying crystal is an excellent material for high-grade fire magic equipment. Unfortunately, the output of Yanjing is extremely low. Oracle City has done its best to mine it, and the monthly output of Hell Explosion Magic Arrows is only a dozen.

After spending nearly a month of leisurely days in the Oracle City, Rogge has recovered, especially since the inexplicable uneasiness that has been bothering him in the past few days has disappeared. Although he couldn't find the reason and couldn't contact Fengyue and Gulong, he still felt somewhat at peace.

Roger has packed his bags and is preparing to lead the Dark Side of the Moon back to Dresden the next day. After briefly handling the affairs of the principality, he was about to join Pompey and go to the imperial capital to receive the canonization.

Tonight is also the last night of the thirty-day agreement between Rogge and Elsie Lott.