Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 650: Shadow Cave, surprise attack under the bed!
Byron opened his eyes suddenly in fright, and suddenly there was a thunder in the spacious and luxurious bathroom, and the whole room was white.

Above the capital of the Zoroastrian Empire, the night sky, which was originally cloudless and full of stars, suddenly became stormy and covered with dark clouds in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a sudden heavy rain poured down.

Wow.
Unconsciously, Byron no longer needed to deliberately use some kind of extraordinary ability. Simply a drastic change in his own emotions could easily change the celestial phenomena.

"what!"

The figure who was tiptoeing towards Byron was obviously startled and couldn't help but let out a timid cry of surprise.

Although the bathroom was foggy, Byron was able to immediately identify the other person from the voice - the "ugliest princess" Amita.

Byron ignored her and connected to the legal network first.

[Iron Wall] Bruch and [Phantom Blade] Guts, as entourage and commanders of the Guards, should take turns guarding outside the door as guards at this time.

With a frown, he asked in the legal network: "What's going on with Amita?"

Guts's voice begging for mercy immediately rang in my ears:

"Your Majesty, you know me. I never act on my own.

Mainly because of special circumstances.

The 'massage team' that comes with the steam bath has just arrived and will provide you with massage services after you finish your bath.

You don't know that all those who came are the beautiful young ladies from the high-ranking families of the Zoroastrian Empire who were at the banquet just now. All of them are famous "beauties" in the king's city!

Led by the [most beautiful princess] Qajar, each one has thicker hair and stronger build than the other, so they must have very strong hands.

From a distance I heard them say that women usually cover themselves up tightly, and that the steam baths on the West Coast also function as pre-marital matchmaking facilities.

I was shocked when I heard this. If I let them in, wouldn't you find a reason to "step on the deck with your left foot first" and hang me on the spot?

I was already on board when we were at Anchor Bay, don't I know what kind of women you like?

If they come with someone else like a tentacle girl, I will put it in.

In the end, they had to settle for the second best and only let the ugliest princess, Princess Amita, go.

Oh, by the way, those beauties haven’t gone far yet, if you want to.”

Before he could finish, Byron flatly rejected him:

"Okay, I'll let you off this time. Let Princess Amita do the job of masseur."

When he thought of the "orthodox" beauties on the West Coast, he felt like ants were crawling all over his body and had no interest in accepting the kindness of the Zoroastrian Empire's top leaders.

Before hanging up the call, he added:
“Besides, Mr. Gus, you know too much.

If there are any more problems, I don't mind helping you marry a noblewoman from the Zoroastrian Empire, and by the way, I'll help you correct your aesthetic sense so that you really think they are as beautiful as fairies!"

Guts, who was outside the door, shrank his neck and said with a bitter face:
"Yes!"

He immediately became extremely alert and determined to protect his master's chastity during this period of time even at the cost of his own life.

The mist in front of Byron dissipated slightly, and the graceful figure of Princess Amita became clear.

She had taken off her desert dress and was only wearing a sexy red tights.

Her long, shiny black hair draped over her shoulders, revealing her snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbones.

The waist is slender, the outline of the vest line is full of power, the hips are as wide as the shoulders, and the long legs like jade pillars are clearly visible.

The veil on her face has been removed, revealing her stunning beauty, with a decorative gold chain that adds the finishing touch. Her face is still as pitiful as a pure little deer.

Looking at Byron's face and broad, strong chest, she lowered her emerald eyes shyly, bit her rosy lower lip and whispered:

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty Saint Byron.

Because just now at the banquet, when my father said he wanted to introduce you to my sister, you suddenly left with an excuse and your steps were a little flustered. I was a little worried about you, so I volunteered to follow you.

Let me serve you today, please don’t chase me away, okay?

I am the [Ugliest Princess] on the West Coast, and everyone in the empire and my family dislikes me.

If they knew that I couldn't even be a masseur, it would be even worse if I was kicked out by you. I'm a good worker, please."

His face was full of anticipation.

In Byron's mind, unmarried young women on the East Coast were not qualified to do this kind of work.

But this is the local tradition, and it would not be nice to disrespect it, so after a little hesitation, he nodded and agreed.

"Well, thank you for your help, Your Highness Amita."

I walked out of the bath wearing only a pair of large beach shorts and laid down on a 40-degree warm belly stone in the middle of the bathroom.

The so-called belly stone is actually a stone bed specially made of marble, which can accommodate more than a dozen people lying and rolling on it.

After taking a bath, the steam bath masseur will provide guests with scrubbing and massage services.

Amita also walked out of the bathtub and put on a red transparent gauze dress again, but after being soaked by water and sticking to her body, she was more charming than wearing nothing.

Byron guessed that even in an orthodox steam bath, the masseur would most likely not be dressed like this, and the princess did not hide her thoughts.

Looking at Byron's broad and strong back, a trace of pity and regret flashed in his eyes, but then he became firm again and said softly:
"I am about to begin, Your Majesty Saint Byron."

She stretched out her delicate little hands and used special plant essential oil to evenly apply foam all over Byron's body.

After waiting for a while, I poured a bucket of hot water on his body and wiped him carefully with a brand new white towel.

This "ugliest princess" was indeed as hardworking as she said, and she was not at all spoiled like other princesses who had been pampered for so many years.

This also indirectly shows that she was indeed having a very hard time in the Zoroastrian Empire.

After all, let alone a princess, even Catherine, the adopted daughter of a prince, has never washed any clothes by herself since she was a child, and her cooking skills are just for fun and can only be said to be not lethal.

After being married for so long, she still needs Byron to help her dry herself after taking a shower, and she can’t even blow-dry her hair herself.

If Princess Violet of Taiwan didn't have the innate ability [Skillful Hands], her situation would be similar to Catherine's.

However, Princess Amita has really mastered her maid skills to the maximum level. If she stops being a princess one day, she might be able to easily become a "working emperor".

"Your Majesty, are you comfortable? Steam baths are a tradition on the West Coast. I often massage my mother, sister, and the hundreds of princesses in the palace."

Amita's massage technique was very skillful, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as if she was playing a soothing symphony on Byron's body.

While doing so, he also suggestively told Byron about this traditional custom:

“We are different from the East Coast people who don’t like to take baths. Legend has it that the Unsullied Queen Saint Isabella only took a bath once in her life. I don’t know if it’s true.

According to the customs on the West Coast, whenever you encounter an important event in life, you have to go to the bathroom to take a bath.

The bride must take a bath on the first night of her wedding. When a child is forty days old, she must give him a proper bath. Even if there are distinguished guests at home, they must be taken to take a bath.
The bathroom has more and more functions, and later became an excellent social place, the best place to make friends of the opposite sex and even find a partner.

"As you know, women on the West Coast need to cover themselves up tightly, even when they are with their families, with only their faces showing at most.

Some women are not even allowed to leave their homes throughout their lives, and traveling is even more unthinkable.

The bathroom, where only open communication is allowed, has become an ideal place for future mothers-in-law to peek at their daughters-in-law. They say that the thicker the waist and the bigger the butt of a woman, the more popular she is, which is exactly the same as men's aesthetic.

I heard that you only have two queens. It's incredible. Even my father's harem is small among all the kings in history, with more than a hundred queens.

I don’t know what kind of girls are lucky enough to be by your side and change their own destiny. They must be very happy.”

Tick ​​tick
As Byron listened, he suddenly felt a few hot tears falling on his back.

Without looking back, Shenjian could clearly see Amita massaging his back, and suddenly he started crying while talking.

He tried to wipe away the tears on Byron's back in a panic, but the more he wiped, the more tears came. Finally, he could only choke and say:

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Your Majesty Saint Byron.

Women under the rule of the Holy Spirit Church are not allowed to contact outsiders at will, let alone meet pagans who believe in the "Son of God."

You are the first person who looks at me without any disgust in your eyes, treats me as a normal woman, and sincerely appreciates me. I am so happy.

I thought it would be nice if I could do this every day.”

Byron turned around and looked at the tearful beauty in front of him. He was sure that she was not lying. Every word she said was sincere and heartfelt, and it was a true expression of her emotions.

Although his power of [Fraud] has not yet condensed into a priesthood, he has used it for too long and too many times, and has deceived more than one sixth-level demigod, so he is not far from condensing into a priesthood.

Trying to deceive him with words is an almost impossible task for a transcendent below the level of demigod.

So this must be the nature of Princess Amitā.

Bearing the title of "the ugliest" and growing up in an extremely oppressive teaching environment, he has endured countless contempts and sufferings, and he longs for the kindness and appreciation of others.

At this time, I might be able to lure her away with a lollipop and make her fall in love with me.

He raised his hand to wipe her tears and sighed faintly:
“The old society turned people into ghosts and beautiful women into ugly monsters.

Of course, the title of "Ugliest Princess" is related to this, but if a princess of the empire had to face such a miserable situation, let alone ordinary women who did not conform to mainstream aesthetics.

If possible, in the future the Holy Spirit Church countries will not only have to amend their religious laws but also start the process of secularization.

At least like the East Coast, although women do not have privileges over other genders, they at least have equal rights with men to obtain economic independence, social outings, job opportunities, or inherit titles.

Even going a step further, the residual influence of the two sides of the coin, [God of Darkness] Angra Mainyu and [God of Light] Ahura Mazda, needs to be cleaned up as soon as possible.

Reverse the abnormal aesthetic concepts of local people.

Women with lots of body hair are not that beautiful, and normal-looking women are not that bad either. It's good if everyone has their own preferences and doesn't interfere with or persecute each other.

Once I gain the authority of the sixth level, this shouldn’t be a difficult task.”

When Amita heard Byron's mumbling, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her beautiful emerald eyes were full of surprise.

The reluctance and hesitation in the deepest part of his eyes became more obvious.

But I don't know what she thought of, but she finally gritted her teeth and ripped open the ties of her gauze dress and intimate underwear. The clothes slipped off, and except for a gold chain on her face, there was no more clothes. The dim bathroom suddenly became bright.

Without giving Byron any time to react, she threw herself into his arms, hugged his neck and begged:

“Please take me away!

I can't wait until the future when people's hearts change. I don't want to continue living here. I will die sooner or later.

You are the greatest hero of the world and the Messiah of all mankind. If you ask my father for help, he will definitely give me, the [ugliest princess], to you.

I am willing to be your most devout believer and give you everything I have as a sacrifice. "

The skin covered with essential oils and foam is smoother than the finest cheese. Holding it in my arms, her plump buttocks and thighs are beyond words.

At the same time, a smooth little hand was pressed against Byron's lower abdomen and slid in through the gap in his beach pants.

Under the strong contrast with the previous "beauties", the beauty who originally scored about 97 points was now almost close to full marks.

And the ugliest princess, Amita, offered him a reason that could not be refused.

This is not taking advantage of the girl, but saving her life in the harsh teachings!

Things have developed to this point, and everything seems to be making perfect sense.

“But the problem is that the [world’s most beautiful woman] Queen Marie gave away half of the desert empire and a lot of [priesthood] as her dowry to get my body.

And I'm just an extra-official royal lover. And there seems to be something wrong with you."

Now that they were honest with each other, Byron no longer cared about the strict teachings of the Holy Spirit Church and its respect for other people's privacy. He directly used [Divine Vision] to scan the stunning beauty lying in his arms.

But the logbook's insight was hindered by some kind of obstacle, and it only read the most superficial and obvious information from her.

For example, the title ability of [Ugliest Princess on the West Coast]:
“Ugliness is not a fact, but a resistance from the human heart.

Holding this title can adapt to this resistance, making others turn a blind eye to it and hide in the blind spots of other people's sight and perception. As long as you don't expose yourself actively, you won't be discovered.

Anyone with this talent will be a natural assassin!
Note: West Coast twins tend to have one tending towards the God of Light and the other tending towards the God of Darkness. "The most beautiful" and "the ugliest" both represent some kind of extreme.

Since Amita is known as the 'ugliest', she is the closest being to the [Dark God] Angora in the contemporary world, bar none."

In addition, even her own extraordinary rank could not be clearly seen.

On the surface, he appears to be an ordinary second-order low-sequence [Desert Swordsman], but underneath there is a layer of fog that blocks the hidden truth.

“In the past, this situation only occurred when encountering a zero-level holy relic or a high-level demigod.

How could an ugly princess who was so unpopular that she had to do odd jobs have such a treasure?

With a level zero relic or a corresponding treasure, it would be absolutely easy to leave the Zoroastrian Empire and go to the East Coast or overseas.

But she did not lie just now, so why did she endure the harsh living environment of the Zoroastrian Empire and never leave?

Why did they come to me immediately after seeing me visiting the Zoroastrian Empire?
Just because I admire her?

Any normal man would appreciate a beauty like her, okay?
With her abilities, as long as she goes to the East Coast, there will naturally be countless people obsessed with her and enjoy everything her sister enjoys here.

Therefore, the same experience is worthy of sympathy for the weak, but it will only make people more suspicious when it happens to the strong!"

Byron felt a little curious about this beautiful princess who had come to him.

Many ordinary people often wonder, since the tigers have already held such high positions and have such great power, shouldn’t they have higher pursuits in life?

How could he end up falling into the hands of a woman and more money than he could spend in a lifetime?
But Byron knew clearly that as long as he reached a high position and possessed enormous power, he would be hunted for money and sex endlessly.

The word "encirclement and suppression" sums it up very succinctly, and it says it all in one word.

A person's desires may not be that great, but when you have power, there will always be powerful temptations that you can never touch when you are in a low position.

The Princess Amitābha before us is not the first, nor will she be the last.

Whether Byron is willing or not, as long as he is still the emperor of the empire, there will be an endless stream of wealth flowing into his treasury, and countless beauties will be eager to climb into his bed.

Just as flowers and plants grow towards the sun, people will always move towards their own interests. This is the law of nature.

Although Byron's bottom line was flexible, he only made an exception once when faced with the temptation of beauty.

Last time it was purely because Cleopatra gave too much.

Of course, he also automatically ignored the fact that he was only tempted that one time.

The success rate of adhering to the bottom line is as high as 0% so far!

This is the second time this has happened today.

After some awkward and clumsy service, Amita supported his chest with her hands and slowly sank down to sacrifice herself.

"Let me see what you want to do."

Byron decisively pushed the [Sun Stone Calendar] in his left eye. The time in the real world gradually stopped, and another timeline slowly unfolded.

The historical influence he accumulated also dropped from 139 points to 114 points in an instant.

When Byron opened his eyes again, it was already the middle of the night.

A red plum blossom in the snow was left on the white marble bed.

The luxurious bathroom was in a mess, with traces of the two people everywhere on the bathtub, windows, ceramic floors, and marble columns.

At this time, they returned to the stone bed, and Amita was still holding hands with him.

After the extreme excitement slowly faded away, Byron just felt extremely tired all over.

Amitāb lowered her head with a guilty look on her face. She didn't know how many times she had said sorry:

“Your Majesty Saint Byron, I’m sorry.

You are a good person, but you will leave one day. Those rigid and corrupt religious judges are no longer worthy of our trust.

The Assassins hold the [Assassination] priesthood from the [Dark God] Angra Mainyu, and the Assassins are only one step away from the promotion ceremony with the 35th Old Man of the Mountain.

My fiancé Assassin promised me that he would personally end all tragedies on the West Coast.

By then, we [Eagle's Nest Assassins] will completely ban the cannibalistic 'Holy Spirit Church', rebuild Zoroastrianism, and establish the Assassin's League.

From now on, we will worship darkness, because where there is fire there must be shadows. We will implement the motto of "kill one person and save a thousand people" and use hidden blades and dark means to implement the bright justice in our hearts!
For Assassin and the bright future he has drawn for me, I can only ask you to die. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The princess was weak in character. She kept saying sorry even after killing someone, and her tears fell on Byron's chest.

After she finished speaking, countless wedge-shaped spells quickly appeared on her smooth white belly, quickly dyeing her crystal clear skin black.

"hiss--!"

The next moment, an infinite suction force like a black hole void came from her body, as if sucking Byron dry like sucking his marrow out of his bones.

Some people describe men as fast by saying, "One minute and thirty seconds to shower and bathe."

But compared with Byron at that time, he is far behind.

Energy, blood, spirituality... everything rushed out like a flood.

Byron felt as if he was bound by the touch of a vampire, and as if he had been practicing for three days and three nights to deal with Cleopatra and the nine incarnations.

Deep fatigue rises from every cell, it's not just a matter of "hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss".

Even the powerful legs that could kick a warship to pieces and crack the sea began to tremble slightly and even gradually shriveled up.

It was not until then that he saw the other party's true background.

——Legendary [Eagle's Nest Assassin]!
Thaumaturgy [Shadow Cave]!
And there were not one assassin but two.

The shadow cast by Amita under the stone bed suddenly fluctuated, and another black-robed figure wearing a skull mask flew out, holding a glass mirror in his hand. The mirror flashed and launched a siege.
Then, the timeline was disconnected, and Byron's consciousness returned to reality, his heart filled with shock.

fiancé?
fiancée?
I couldn't understand this method of assassination, but I was deeply shocked.

“I met three minotaurs in the East Continent, the Lake Knight Lancelot, the god Pan, and the high priest Hamna.

What kind of weirdo are you? A victim assassin? You are too cruel to yourself, aren't you?

However, since you have so much capital, I will play with you for a bit."

He naturally held up Amita's beautiful face and looked into her eyes lovingly.

"Amitha, I will ask your father for you, and when my visit to conclude the covenant is over, I will take you with me."

At the same time, he silently activated his [Fraud] power with the help of language, completely hypnotizing the legendary female assassin.

"The power of fraud can deceive the fifth sense, the sixth sense, and even permanently distort cognition.

In battle, you can dominate all of your opponent's senses, making him completely believe Byron's settings about the appearance, shape, quality, touch, and even smell of a particular object.

When it comes to [fraud], even if all the gods in the world were added together, they would not be as good as him, the world's biggest liar!"

You know, Byron is deceiving the believers of the Creator every moment. Every time the clergy of the Royal State Religion converts a believer, it is equivalent to successfully deceiving one more person.

He used the [Book of History of Years] to deceive the collective subconscious ocean, making everyone subconsciously believe the nonsense he added to the church scriptures that "Saint Byron is equal to the Savior."

This priesthood could be taking shape at any moment.

Even a fifth-level legendary assassin who had a deep obsession of "saving all the 'ugly' compatriots on the West Coast" was caught off guard and hit on the spot.

I thought I had really experienced everything in another timeline, without any flaws.

Then the real time quickly came to the second half of the night.

After Amitāb said “I’m sorry” again in tears.

The assassin who had listened to the good show in the middle of the night, the 35th generation [Old Man in the Mountain] Assassin, who was under the stone bed, jumped out again, and a mirror flashed in his hand.

The mirror world, which had long been transformed into the Assassins' base camp, was instantly swapped with the real world.

(End of this chapter)