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Chapter 653 The So-Called Female Slave, The Sultan's Dinner, Palace Affairs

That evening, Falek led Ronan and his party to the palace for a royal meal.

Besides the Sultan, there are several thousand other people in the palace, so as long as you have permission and an identity card, no one will ask you any questions even if you are a bunch of unfamiliar faces.

The permission was granted personally by Sultan Selim. As soon as he heard that Falek was planning to leave in a few days, he intended to have one last meal with her. There was really no reason not to grant her that request. Not to mention having a meal with her, even if she wanted to sleep with some other man in his dead father's bed, Selim would be willing to arrange it.

All I ask is that you please Falek, then get out of here and never come back.

Dinia, Ambrina, and the other women all changed into the clothes of female slaves, while Ronan, the man, wore the clothes of a eunuch.

The female slaves in Suleiman's palace were similar in nature to the slaves in the new army. Their fate depended on their own efforts, including their appearance, figure, and skill in palace intrigue, as well as the course of history, including the Sultan's personal preferences and the arrangements made by the chief eunuch.

Overall, there were three types of women in Suleiman's palace. The first was the palace maids, who were basically Suleiman's women and served as laborers in the palace.

The second group consisted of foreign female slaves, such as Falek and her group, who could be promoted to the rank of "Lady". These were mainly Slavs, from East, West, and South Slavs, as well as other ethnic minorities within the country. Falek was not well-received because she was actually a "North Slav," not a true Slav. Her family originally came from Lithuania, later moving to Poland, which is on the Baltic side, so she couldn't form a community with her fellow countrymen.

Thirdly, there were the real female slaves, the Laghman female slaves, who were considered true slaves.

It's July, summer, and the temperature in Constantine is in the twenties at night. It's not cool, but it's not hot either.

The group of women dressed as female slaves all wore Slavic-style braids, brown flat-topped round hats with a veil around the back of their heads, light blue-green cotton-linen blend long dresses, and red boat-shaped pointed cloth shoes.

Suleiman's court was different from the poorer countries of the Western Continent, including the Kingdom of Phos. It had a "royal kitchen," on par with Seris. This included not only multiple kitchens but also granaries, mills, livestock farms, slaughterhouses, vegetable gardens, dairy farms, water facilities, and more, all dedicated to the court. Each unit had a specific steward, and a large staff below them. These many people, besides ensuring the food and drink of those inside the palace and those who came to the palace, and handling banquets, primarily served the Sultan alone.

The Sultan's standard of living was similar to that of the Seres Emperor.

In comparison, the white-skinned kings of the Western Continent are far inferior. The Kingdom of Fas is considered good; Ambrina usually only has seven or eight dishes per meal, which is only a fraction of the Sultan's. The Sultan usually has twenty-seven or twenty-eight dishes per meal.

At this moment, more than a hundred dishes were served on the long table, according to the highest-level banquet standards.

More than ten of the main dishes were prepared by the head chef, who wore a pointed white hat.

Like the King of Seris, the ingredients are basically the best in the country. Not to mention the meats such as sheep, goats, beef, chicken, duck, and pigeon, the wheat used to bake flatbreads and pancakes, the beans used to make bean paste, and the fruits and yogurt, each one is a tribute from the best producing areas in the country.

“Rashid, your cooking skills are still as good as ever,” Falek praised the head chef.

Head Chef Rashid responded with a submissive and respectful smile, "It is my honor to receive your praise." Having worked his way up from a lowly apprentice in the palace to become head chef five years ago, he had witnessed Falek rise from a first-class slave girl to the Queen Mother. He was very familiar with her and held her in the highest esteem.

"Why isn't Doss here?" Falek asked. Doss was a Ragman and the current chief eunuch.

"He probably has a heart condition," head chef Rashid joked in a serious tone.

“I don’t blame him,” Falek said.

Rashid fell silent. He had realized at a young age that in the palace, you couldn't pretend to be mute when a nobleman asked you a question, but you had to be mute when the nobleman expressed his opinion on someone or something.

Farek smiled, no longer dwelling on the topic, and pointed to Ambrina, who was eating roast pigeon, "Actually, you should feel honored to serve her."

Rashid was taken aback. He had always been curious about who these foreigners were that the Queen Mother had brought them in. Although they looked around the palace with curiosity, they were not at all impressed by its magnificent beauty. Instead, they seemed very casual, as if they were strolling through an ordinary garden rather than visiting a royal palace.

“She’s the emperor.” Falek finished speaking and began to enjoy Rashid’s exaggerated expression of surprise.

“The former emperor,” Isabel corrected, as she ate gracefully.

"Go and call Doss over," Falek instructed Rashid.

Rashid then withdrew, dismissed all those who were serving there, and went to find the chief eunuch.

A short while later, a tall and stout Ragman dressed in a magnificent silk robe arrived. He strode over and knelt down as soon as he entered the door, crawling on his knees all the way to Falek.

Falek pulled out a parchment scroll and tossed it to Doss. "He has everything he needs written down here. Get lost."

Doss nodded vigorously, then hugged his knees, curled up into a ball, and rolled all the way out.

Once outside, Doss stood up and looked at Rashid. "Thank you, Rashid. I will remember your kindness." The chief eunuch was referring to Rashid's act of calling everyone away to prevent anyone from witnessing such a shameful scene involving a dignified eunuch.

"Then, could you do me a small favor?" Rashid asked. Actually, he wasn't helping Doss, but someone else. Given Doss's personality, seeing such a disgraceful servant of his, he would definitely not have a chance to live to see tomorrow.

Doss grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that looked especially white in the night. "Of course, go ahead."

“My son is still a junior apprentice,” Rashid said, his meaning crystal clear.

"Ha, he'll be in charge of cooking tomorrow," Doss laughed.

Rashid breathed a sigh of relief. He had to get Doss to repay his debt of gratitude now, and it had to be a small thing. If you didn't get Doss to repay his debt of gratitude immediately, he would think you wanted him to do something important at some crucial moment, and he would think it wasn't worth it. But as the Grand Steward, he couldn't leave a debt of gratitude unpaid, so he had to make the benefactor disappear.

“Thank you,” Rashid replied.

Doss didn't say anything more and left.

Inside, Ambrina put down the pigeon leg she had just finished gnawing on. "It seems you haven't had an easy time these past few years."

“Compared to you, I’m just fussing over trivial matters,” Farek replied. She had always thought palace intrigue was truly low-class, but she had no choice but to do it.

“There are too many people in the palace, that’s the downside. I used to get a headache from it all the time,” Ambrina remarked. “Fortunately, I don’t have to anymore.”

“Yes, a new life is about to begin,” Falek said.

The past is past; she will face an unknown future.

Chapter 654 Drinking, taking a bath, and admiring bodies

The dinner at Suleiman Palace was the most sumptuous and delicious meal we'd had since the start of our trip; the only downside was the lack of wine.

So after dinner and leaving the palace, the group went to a café.

Since they're selling energy drinks anyway, is there a problem with selling some fermented fruit juice? No.

The appetizers are very simple, just two things: braised lamb trotters and pure meat pancakes made with minced lamb and various spices.

They were all magicians, and their alcohol tolerance was not bad. However, magicians cannot be generalized. Someone like Dinia, whose fate changed and whose physical structure is different from ordinary people, has a black hole-level alcohol tolerance. Just pour it down and it's over. Ronan is a natural drinker. Ashley is a former street gangster and has been tested on alcohol, so she can also handle a small amount. Some people are not so good. Elemental magicians like Agustina and Grandin can cheat by using partial elementalization. Elena also has some inhuman elements. Fisse, who is no longer human, is still okay. But for summoners like Ambrina, Isabel, Alice, and Zhao Yingqi, whose original bodies are relatively normal, their alcohol tolerance is not so good. Especially Zhao Yingqi, who was the first to pass out on the table.

"You can really hold your liquor," Dinia said, raising her glass directly at Falek.

Falek waved her hand, indicating that she couldn't drink anymore. She was a divine being with a normal body structure. She could still drink because she had some Russian blood and had often accompanied the now-dead Sultan for drinks, which had given her some exercise.

You ask why the old Sultan drank alcohol? "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but God remains in the heart," haven't you heard? He drank with a critical attitude, to further understand the spirit of the Prophet, understand?

But she's only so-so; she really can't drink anymore.

"Oh, never mind then." Dinia shook her head. She enjoyed drinking with people, but she never pressured anyone to drink.

Ronan reached out and covered his daughter Astrid's glass. "Lily, don't drink anymore."

“I’m not drunk,” Astrid shouted.

It's a classic among classics, it belongs to the category of classics.

Although Astrid was a non-human with the bloodlines of Ronan and Elena, and an elemental mage, she hadn't drunk much alcohol before, and this one-drinking spree left her completely drunk.

No father wants to see his daughter actually drunk, and Ronan was no exception.

“That’s enough. If you fall, who will drag Yingqi back?” Ronan added.

“Oh, right,” Astrid replied, her eyes darting around.

On the other side, Ambrina and Isabel were already wrestling, and Ashleygan and Alice couldn't stop them. It can only be said that the two sisters' relationship is as good as ever, pouring their feelings into each other's fists.

When it finally ended, only three or four people were still conscious. Strictly speaking, only two were human: Dinia and Ronan. Faith and Caterpillar could no longer be considered human; one was a human puppet, and the other was an advanced artificial intelligence bio-engineered android.

The four men dragged a group of drunk women back.

The next day, the original shopping plan was postponed. Falek went to a nobleman to borrow a bathhouse, and the group went to take a bath.

Ronan now deeply regrets promising his daughter he would take her on the journey; otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck taking a bath alone in a small room, but could be with the women.

After a quick rinse, a group of women stripped naked and came to the huge bathtub, where they sat and enjoyed the perfectly warm water.

When a group of people are taking a bath, they can't help but look each other over.

Falek attracted the most attention; she was truly large. Dinia, who was the same height, was about an E cup, while she was a G cup.

But Falek herself felt a little insecure because her waist was the thickest, even thicker than Elena, who looked the most "robust" on the scene. Although she didn't have any excess fat, she felt like she had a little belly when compared to Elena.

They all have fair skin, but the fairest are Ambrina, Dinia, and Zhao Yingqi from Seres.

In terms of appearance, each has its own unique charm.

In terms of figure, by male standards, Dinya is undoubtedly the best. She is 168 cm tall, tall but not too tall, slim with big breasts, a small waist, a perky butt, and long legs. But by another standard, the best might be Kate Pierre, who is 180 cm tall and has the figure of a supermodel.

Then there's Elena, 175cm tall, with big breasts and a blonde beauty.

Astrid wore a similar style, but she was taller than her mother Elena, almost 1.8 meters tall.

Next were Isabel, Ashley, Grand, and Faith, all of whom were model women with great figures in the Western Continent. They were around 165 cm tall, slim, but with breasts and buttocks, and long, straight legs that were fleshy.

The others are quite unique. Ambriina is petite and voluptuous, making her very comfortable to hug. Alice is somewhere between a loli and a young girl, and with that disdainful look in her eyes, she's simply... Zhao Yingqi has some curves, but not enough, which suits her temperament. Agustina has the athletic build that many people in Ronan's original timeline are obsessed with, while Falek is a large, voluptuous woman with a slightly larger frame, looking like a married woman straight out of a doujinshi.

“You’re still so naive,” Ambrina said, looking at Falek, “You wouldn’t…”

She was quite surprised. Although Falek was a fourth-tier mage, his aging process was already very slow before his death. But he was still not as youthful as them. How could he be so tender both above and below?

However, upon closer reflection, the last child of the old Sultan who had already gone to see God, who is now Sultan Selim, was born a year before Falek entered the palace, and Falek had never had any children.

Falek shook her head, "No." This indicated that she was not a virgin, and of course, she couldn't bring up the old Sultan's problem directly.

"Oh," Ambrina simply replied, not paying much attention; people from the Western Continent generally didn't care about such things.

"I'll go order some food," Falek said, getting up and putting on his bathrobe.

As the saying goes, even a green-robed person is still a green-robed person. Suleiman inherited many of the dregs of the old empire, such as bathing. Bathing in the old empire wasn't just about soaking; it involved eating and drinking while bathing, and also... well, you know. It was incredibly chaotic. So there's a reason why the church later advocated against bathing unnecessarily. Suleiman didn't allow drinking alcohol, and openly forbade "that kind of thing," but eating was fine. Perfect, the group hadn't had breakfast yet.

A short while later, some waitresses returned with Falek, bringing him handmade ice cream cones.

In this summer, taking a bath while eating ice cream is simply the best thing ever.

And so, the group spent half the morning at the bathhouse. After leaving, they changed their clothes and started eating, shopping, and having fun.

As for Ronan, he's often alone while taking a bath, but when he goes shopping, he has to be the one carrying the bags.

In short, it was truly tragic.

After a whole afternoon of running around and carrying a ton of bags, the group decided to have something light for dinner, since they had eaten too much and too greasy food yesterday.

There aren't many restaurants here that serve light meals, but there are some. For example, there's a restaurant run by immigrants from the Eastern Steppes that sells boiled mutton, which is just boiled mutton with salt, served with flatbread brushed with mutton sauce, and a cup of fruit tea with various toppings for each person. This is the lightest meal I've had since arriving in Suleiman, although it's still meat and carbohydrates.

Chapter 655 Married Woman, What Foreplay Do You Need? Just Turn on the Switch

at night.

Located by the sea, the Minerva Estate, named after the goddess Minerva, is an old imperial-style manor built at the end of the old empire, nearly two hundred years ago. Over the past two centuries, it has had many owners, mostly prominent figures like Suleiman. It has undergone more than a dozen renovations and decorations. Now, it consists of 42 symmetrical rooms of different sizes. Its most distinctive feature is the original imperial-style spa center in the center, which integrates a sauna, bath, and swimming pool.

Since the Sultan Selim was dealt with about half a month ago, and a large number of Suleiman's high-ranking officials were quickly purged, this place became empty, and Ronan and his party moved in here. If some of the servants hadn't been confiscated and sold as property, they wouldn't have needed to go to the bathhouse outside during the day.

At this moment, Falek was on the roof, lying on a wooden backless bench, gazing at the bay that was both some distance away and seemingly within reach.

The shoes lay on the ground, and the gorgeously dyed silk dress stretched up to her upper thighs, revealing her broad, thick buttocks through the thin fabric. Her full, rounded thighs and calves were encased in stockings, thin yet densely woven, with a slightly oily sheen and gold glitter threads. Under the moonlight, the lines of her legs and feet appeared as if they had been drawn with a coarse brush dipped in gold powder, making those alluring, sensual lines even more enticing.

"What are you thinking about?" Ronan's voice suddenly came from behind Falek.

Falek didn't turn around, but murmured in response, "After twenty years here, this is the first time I've had the chance to sit down and appreciate the night view of the bay from this city, but it's already time to say goodbye."

Ronan approached, and a warm, large hand was placed on Falek's thigh. The sudden contact caused Falek's body to stiffen abruptly.

"Nostalgia, regret?" Ronan asked, his hand beginning to slowly stroke the object.

“No, not at all.” Falek’s hands clenched unconsciously as he answered softly, “It’s just that twenty years have been all for nothing. It’s easy to let go, but it takes time to forget.”

Ronan placed his other hand on Falek's extremely full and voluptuous breasts. "Actually, there's no need to forget. A past without an ending is like a fruit that fell to the ground before it was picked. Once it falls, it can turn into nutrients, allowing the tree to bear better fruit the following year."

“You, who are capable of constantly achieving results, have no right to preach this kind of logic that failure is the mother of success,” Falek said, clenching his fists even tighter until his nails dug into the flesh of his palms.

Ronan quickened his pace slightly and increased the intensity of his movements. "It's not a failure, just a small regret in my youth."

"Youth?" Falek questioned, his voice starting to sound nasal.

Ronan parted her skirt with one hand, and began to move his hand inside the smooth, slightly frosted stockings. "You're still very young, if you can learn the art of immortality." As he spoke, his other hand also began to enter from the neckline, slowly approaching her nipple.

"I hope so," Falek replied softly, biting his lip to stop a subconscious groan.

Ronan intended to continue the conversation, but the wetness on his fingertips interrupted his train of thought. He hadn't expected that just touching him like that would make Falek so wet down there.

With no intention of continuing the conversation, Ronan leaned over and pressed down on her; he wasn't going to engage in much foreplay with the voluptuous married woman.

He grabbed her large, uncontrollable breasts from behind with both hands, twisted his waist, and began to rub his already erect and hard penis up and down the cleft covered by the stockings.

Falek clenched his teeth and could only make soft "hmm" sounds.

Ronan wasn't going to dawdle any longer. He pulled down his black stockings, and his plump, white buttocks, which had been tightly bound by the stockings, immediately broke free and burst open like a fleshy bomb in his vision, igniting his lust all the way to his head. Ronan thrust into them.

It wasn't as I imagined. I slid in immediately and felt the warmth and wetness of the mature woman. I couldn't get in all at once. Although Falek, who was a married woman, wasn't that tight, it wasn't easy to get in either.

Ronan pushed again before finally managing to push his head in, but the thickest part of the thing, the middle section, hadn't gone in yet.

With another push, it went in halfway, and Ronan began to move.

Falek covered his mouth tightly with both hands.