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Ashley needs no introduction; as a traveler, there's no place she can't enter or leave. Grand is a dual-elemental mage of water and fire. Giovanni's research notes were passed on to her by Ronan. She's the only one in the group with master-level water magic, and the dense network of waterways in Bengal is practically her home turf.

"Finally, I can go out on fieldwork again." Golan was very excited.

"Take it easy," Ronan cautioned.

Ashley, who came from the streets, was always very sensible. She said that if she cut off someone's left kidney, she would never cut off the right one. However, the proper academic, Grand, was a person who was easily impulsive. He often drowned people instead of using waterboarding.

Chapter 740 Morning Cannon, Crosstalk, Hmm, Making Carbs

It's really hot here in Bangladesh. It's only the beginning of March, and it's already light before 6 a.m., with temperatures in the twenties.

Bed.

Elena knelt with her legs apart, knees bent, calves pressed against the bed, and feet facing upwards. Her black stockings, made of a blend of silk and cotton, were semi-transparent due to the bulging muscles in her calves. Under the sunlight streaming through the window, they seemed to have the texture of slightly thicker matte stockings.

Her broad buttocks were also gilded with a pale golden luster by the sunlight, making them appear exceptionally rounded. Ronan was holding Elena's two thick, fluffy blonde ponytails with both hands, constantly thrusting into her fleshy buttocks, creating wave after wave of waves.

Her hips didn't sway as violently as Falek's, but they bounced faster and more bouncy, offering a different kind of charm.

Behind Ronan, Agustina, wearing short, ribbed olive green cotton socks that perfectly showcased her strong and muscular physique, had one arm around Ronan and was constantly rubbing her breasts against his back muscles to stimulate her sensitive nipples. At the same time, her other hand was below her, constantly playing with her labia.

"Uh, um, deeper, deeper," Elena groaned, pleading.

Ronan chuckled, slapped Elena's large buttocks, leaving a red mark with his five fingers, and then began to thrust deeper and faster. "You guys are getting harder and harder to satisfy these days."

Elena swayed her hips from side to side. "Young Master, you're not going to be unable to perform, are you?"

"Pah." Ronan spat, inserting a finger directly into Elena's anus, causing her to moan with an "oh." "A hundred years from now, a thousand years from now, I'll still make you beg for mercy."

Agustina chuckled from behind, "Men, they just never admit defeat in this respect."

Ronan continued to accelerate, saying, "Tina, what are you laughing at? I'm about to take you down."

"Mmm, ah, hiss." Elena continued to moan as she was being fucked, then turned to look at Agustina. "Tina, do you want to have another one?"

“I don’t like children, and besides, they’d probably just be born useless,” Agustina replied.

“You can transplant talents,” Elena said.

“So what? He’ll still die. The art of immortality isn’t something an ordinary person can master. Do you think I’ll watch him go to his coffin a hundred years from now?” Agustina retorted. “I have Lily as my goddaughter, that’s enough.”

Elena continued, "Sons or daughters will die, but grandsons and great-grandsons are still young. Oh, Ronan, be quiet from here on out."

“I think you’re just dreaming about having grandchildren. You’re overthinking it. Lily’s standards are too high.” As Agustina spoke, she slipped her hand between Ronan’s legs and gently massaged his perineum, making Ronan feel incredibly comfortable.

Ronan stopped harassing Elena's back door, grabbed Elena's buttocks with both hands, and began to slowly but forcefully penetrate her, saying, "Why should we worry about the child's affairs, oh ah."

A short while later, they switched sides.

Ronan then went down, with Agustina on top, lying face up on Ronan's back. Ronan grabbed her thigh muscles with both hands and thrust upwards.

This sense of conquest—the ability to effortlessly manipulate a woman with well-defined muscles—is Agustina's unique sexiness.

Elena lay prone, sometimes sucking on Ronan's eggs, sometimes licking Agustina's lips.

After a while, the two of them went up and down, Elena's broad, thick buttocks and Agustina's firm, taut buttocks overlapping, Ronan thrusting in and out for a while.

The two felt full one moment and empty the next, which only made them itch more. So they lay down with their buttocks side by side, one enjoying Ronan's huge penis and the other enjoying his left hand with its strong suction, switching back and forth.

Elena and Agustina are both juicers second only to Dinia. Ronan didn't want to fuss for too long in the morning, so he didn't deliberately control the pace. After more than ten minutes, Ronan felt the urge and pulled it out.

As soon as Ronan pulled out, without any prompting, the two men pressed their faces together, each mouth completely engulfing the glans of his penis. Each man held a section in one hand and began to rapidly stroke it. In the end, more than a dozen streams of sticky white fluid sprayed into their mouths.

After swallowing, Ronan wiped his lips clean, lay down, and the two began cleaning up the residue.

Afterwards, Elena shook her head, "It wasn't strong at all today."

“Exactly, exactly, sigh, they forget the old when they have new ones,” Agustina chimed in.

“Maybe once we get to Seris and bring in a few more people, we’ll be left with nothing but plain water,” Elena continued.

"Being able to drink water is already a blessing; I'm afraid you'll only have your hands from now on," Agustina remarked.

"I'm afraid I won't even have hands, and I'll have to use my own hands." Elena began to sigh with a pretentious expression.

"Don't be afraid, you can use my hands," Asgudina said, looking at him with deep affection.

The two hugged each other and said in unison, "Good sisters."

Ronan was both amused and exasperated. "You two, that's enough. Say whatever you want. We agreed on one time, and we've already spent over half an hour. There's no way we can have a second time." With that, he got out of bed, went to get his clothes, and prepared to have breakfast.

Seeing that Ronan wasn't taking the bait, the two stopped their frivolous banter. Agustina got up and dressed, saying, "Anyway, when we get to Seris, there will be at most three."

“No more,” Elena added. “We can’t have any more, young master. There are twelve now.”

"Isn't it eleven?" Ronan retorted.

“Doesn’t Canaan count? We have to take it sooner or later,” Agustina said. “She’s a technician; how can we be at ease if we don’t take her down?”

“Tina is right, we have to win her over, make sure she can’t forget it, ideally so that all she can think about besides the technique is our young master’s big cock,” Elena said.

Ronan was speechless. "You two are really going too far. So I'm just a tool for testing reliability, a human pile driver for you all?"

“I didn’t say that,” Agustina said innocently.

“But if that’s how you think, there’s nothing we can do.” Elena shrugged, indicating that she was the one who said it.

Ronan didn't reply. These two bastards never participate when it comes to serious matters, they're like mute people. But when they talk about random nonsense in private, they can come up with all sorts of elaborate stories.

It's like those bureaucrats who outwardly do nothing but secretly spread rumors and slander.

Uh, it's not just similar, it is.

Elena and Agustina are both incredibly cunning women. And if you think about it carefully, apart from Didi, everyone else has a bit of a bad side.

Ronan sighed, stopped thinking about it, and went to the main hall to have breakfast.

Bangladesh is a major rice-producing country, and to its east lies Annam. In addition, the Seres people brought their Seres dietary habits with them, so a popular breakfast here is rice noodles with fried dough sticks.

The most common and classic flavor of rice noodles is hot and sour beef rice noodles, which has a Southeast Asian flavor. However, after being modified by the Seres people, the spice flavor is not so obvious, it is not too strong, and it is mildly spicy, but it does not cover up the meaty flavor of the beef. The soup is bone broth, but it is not greasy and you can drink it. Youguozi is not fried fruit. The outer layer is batter that is fried until crispy, and the inside is a steamed and seasoned glutinous rice ball.

In four words, it's about making carbohydrates.

Chapter 741 Being the second son is tough; Ronan is in a league of his own, an unexpected letter

The capital of the Sultanate of Gala, including the royal palace and its back garden.

Sultan Fahr was listening to a man with a hooked nose, of average height and somewhat handsome, though with a little thinning hair, recounting events concerning Western countries.

More than two hundred years ago, India, which was then a sultanate, was conquered by a Khan, who was the ancestor of the current ruler of India. During the conquest, there was a collaborator, a relative of the Sultan who was the ruler of India at the time. This collaborator was later enfeoffed in Bengal. Decades ago, in order to contain the Seres of Annam, they came here. The descendant of the collaborator, Fahr's grandfather, took the opportunity to declare himself Sultan and declared independence.

Fahel was young, not yet thirty, and like most young people, he had some unrealistic ideas.

In fact, even if he had no ideas or curiosity, he would still have to have ideas and be curious.

Because of the Seres.

The Seres had two thousand troops stationed in Bengal, including three hundred scholars. These scholars were no ordinary soldiers; they could kill a bull with a single blow, and their muskets, as thick as cannon barrels, could be fired without shaking. These "scholars" were actually Western magician musketeers.

There were also about ten scholars and warriors, who were essentially high-ranking mages. Two advisors were also scholars and warriors of relatively high rank.

Seven hundred regular musketeers, one thousand sailors, and twenty warships of various sizes. The rest were "local soldiers," numbering five or six thousand.

The total number is less than 10,000.

Fahr was truly uneasy, because more than two hundred years ago, that Khan claimed to have an army of 100,000 who marched south from Afghanistan, but in reality, only 20,000 were truly capable of fighting. And yet, he conquered India. His ancestor had become a collaborator.

This is India.

With fewer than ten thousand people in Bangladesh, he could lose his position as "second father" at any time. Therefore, Sultan Fahr wanted to take advantage of the Westerners' influence. Of course, he needed to understand them first. And just then, a man named Henry arrived.

After briefly reviewing the powers of various Western countries, Henry began to discuss their figures.

"If we're talking about the number one figure on our side, it's naturally Ronan Artes. He's in a league of his own. In just a few decades, he's elevated a country that was barely considered first-rate to a position of hegemony. The Belia, the Netherlands, and the upstart Weyland people, who were particularly arrogant in Southeast Asia, have all lost to the Kingdom of Fas. As for your strongest force, Suleiman, the strongest in the Islamic religion, he's really not worth mentioning. He couldn't even defeat a shattered empire."

"Ronan Artes is in a league of his own."

"After that, the leaders of several other countries, although they failed, continued to strive for progress, or rather, tried to replicate Ronan's various reform measures."

"As for me, I can only be considered a third-rate person."

Henry called himself a third-rate man, but in reality, he was just a Frenchman who failed the civil service exam, came to the East to do business, and ended up losing everything.

He was once one of countless young people in France who looked up to Ronan.

But the ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

He repeatedly denounced the government of the Kingdom of Fas, saying it was utterly immoral to require civil service exams to include interviews, and those interviews even included questions about family circumstances. What happened to fairness?

Is the East a land of gold? Yet most people can't find any. Instead of gold, they become firewood, burning themselves to benefit others.

“Sir, you are too modest,” Fahel said in Seres. He was joking; how could someone who was the second father in this place not learn the language of the “first father”?

“Ah, I’m not being modest,” Henry sighed. He also spoke Seres, and although he hadn’t made any money since coming to the East, he had learned several foreign languages.

He had been scheming for two or three years and finally made a name for himself, gaining the opportunity to meet this insignificant Sultan. He didn't have any grand ambitions; he just wanted to be a translator. Of course, being a translator was only the first step. His ultimate goal was to become the Foreign Minister.

“I’ve heard that the previous king and prime minister of the Kingdom of Fas were both women,” Fahre said, seeing Henry lost in thought. “I’ve heard that the previous king and prime minister of the Kingdom of Fas were both women.”

Henry smiled. "That's true, but the talents of these two can only be described as average."

Ambrina is a master of manipulation; the incompetent ruler is her mask, beneath which lies a tyrant. Dinia loves to set up reform plans, and her first words are always about how the country should be.

Other kings don't play pranks? Other prime ministers don't propose plans?

Only someone like Ronan, who can continuously implement reforms and always unite a large group of people to support them, is a once-in-a-millennium genius.

"It was also because he was born in France and met Ronan, a man of unparalleled talent, that he was able to achieve such success," Henry continued, the previous sentences setting the stage for the main point.

In other words, being born in France implies that you, Sultan, were born in the wrong place, otherwise things would not be like this. If you meet the right person, things will be much better. So, who is this right person?

Fahreck ordered one of the servants to serve Henry tea. The small talk was over; it was time to test whether Henry had anything real to offer.

In fact, he knew everything Henry had just said. As the ruler of such an awkward region, and being young and ambitious, how could he not have some understanding of the East and the West?

Just as Fahre was about to ask for advice, a servant came over and reported that he was holding a letter.

Fahr was furious and immediately ordered his men to drag the servant out and behead him. How could a servant dare to interrupt the Sultan's conversation?

As for what if it's a big deal, he'd like it to be a big deal, but the problem is, in Bangladesh, would he even have the authority to handle such a big deal? He can only deal with trivial matters.

The young servant did not beg for mercy, but only said one sentence: "This letter is in the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, Fahre immediately stopped the guards who were about to arrest the servant.

Seeing that the Sultan did not execute him immediately, the servant breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained what had happened. Earlier, when they were preparing breakfast, everyone was busy, and suddenly someone discovered this letter. A letter had appeared in the Sultan's private kitchen without anyone noticing, which was a huge deal.

After all, a person can leave a letter here, or they can leave something else here.

So the report was given to the head of the kitchen. After questioning everyone, no one could give a clear answer. The head of the kitchen ordered the second lady's small kitchen to prepare breakfast. He then summoned everyone from the royal kitchen, locked them up, and sent them to deliver a message, asking the Sultan to decide how to handle the situation.

Upon hearing the servant's words, Fahre's expression hardened, then he smiled at the servant and said, "You are quite brave and intelligent. Stand aside."

The servant was overjoyed. He was not skilled and was not diligent, so he was ostracized by the other people in the imperial kitchen.

Everyone knew that Fahre had a bad temper and hated being disturbed. The steward didn't want to take the risk himself, so he asked everyone to choose one of them to go and deliver the message. He was chosen without any doubt. Although he was afraid, he also felt that this was an opportunity.

If he's not dead, then those people will suffer a terrible death.

The Sultan opened the letter, which contained only one sentence, yet it stunned him into a daze.

Chapter 742 The letter—as long as he believed it, that's enough; "comfort"

This sentence is not long: "I have heard that the Western nations hope to resume talks with Seris and discuss jointly sending troops to divide up India."

Fahr could not help but be shocked, because if India were to be divided into two halves, and he didn't do something in the middle, he might lose his position as Sultan after the division was over. He would not only be the current "second father," but he would have to bleed money and ask for a way to become the "second son."

He is able to maintain his position because he and the Indian Khan are both Muslims.

If the Great Khan of India were gone, his value would be greatly reduced.

After all, the Seres people preferred to bring the leaders of the majority of "pseudo-Buddhists" to the forefront rather than a ruler like him who believed in Islam.

Beside him, Henry, unaware of the contents of the letter, noticed a drastic change in the young Sultan's expression, his hands trembling.

He was curious, but he didn't dare to ask.

Fahel sighed and pointed to the servant who had delivered the message, who was standing to the side. "You, take Mr. Henry to rest."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the servant replied verbally, a hint of disappointment mixed with his joy. If only the Sultan had asked his name, it would have been perfect.

Unfortunately, the Sultan is clearly in a state of confusion and has no such intention at all.

After seeing Henry off, Fahre fell into deep thought. Who had sent him this letter, and why?

Just then, two women suddenly appeared under the shade of the tree.

Lost in thought, Fahre didn't realize it at first. It wasn't until several guards around him shouted and protected him that he suddenly noticed two women standing under a tree only three or five meters away from him.