Female Supreme: Holy Son, you don’t want to be discovered, right?

Lisa also slowly put down her teacup: "Count Farah, it's nice to see you again."

After saying that, Lisa directed the servant beside her to come forward and place a contract with gold-plated words on the table.

"As for the contract you offered and the resources you needed before, I can accept them all. Of course, if you are willing to provide more, the corresponding remuneration will be more generous." Lisa spoke slowly and offered her chips.

Farah also smiled slightly, and said in a barely perceptible low voice: "You also know that the mining of magic ore is not only a technical issue, but also a part of strategic layout."

Upon hearing this, Lisa paused for a moment, as if she was pondering the deeper meaning of her words.

At that time, she personally visited the underground "Nazi" and felt the remaining magic mine energy firsthand, and was shocked by it.

After all, these magic ores should be formed in blocks in specific strata, and most of these strata are located in ancient magical ruins or areas that are strongly influenced by ancient magical forces.

No one knows how many rare magic veins Farah has dug out from such a huge cavity.

However, she could understand why Farah was unwilling to let go. After all, they both knew the great value of the "magic mine".

Possessing the unique property of storing and releasing magical energy, it is not only a precious resource, but also a key to unlock the door to possibilities.

Whether as a raw material for weapons or as an energy source to promote the development of civilization, magic ore has immeasurable value and potential.

"Lord Farah, I understand the interests behind this. But I believe that cooperation can bring a win-win situation. I can share technology and expand our respective influence."

Farah remained silent, gently moving the spoon in her hand. The silver spoon gleamed faintly in the red tea.

Lisa knew that Farah would not accept such words, as Farah only wanted tangible benefits.

So Lisa provided a list of things that might interest Farah.

"All of these people are at your disposal as a token of my sincerity." After saying this, Lisa continued, "Also, as your largest overseas trading partner, I have a proposal here."

Lisa nodded gently to the servant beside her, signaling him to take action.

The servant immediately obeyed the order and carefully opened the suitcase placed aside.

As the lid of the suitcase was slowly opened, a faint fragrance mixed with leather and ancient wood filled the air.

The first thing that caught my eye was a quill pen that looked extremely expensive and exquisite.

The pen barrel is made of pure black ebony, engraved with complex and delicate silver runes, each rune flashing a faint light, highlighting its extraordinary magical properties.

The tip of the pen is decorated with a flawless white swan feather, the end of the feather sways gently, as if it has life.

This quill is not only a writing tool, but also a powerful magical medium that can make the signed contract or spell text have magical effects.

Next to it was a contract. Unlike ordinary documents, the entire document was made of thick and smooth parchment. The edges of the paper were inlaid with gold foil, making it look extremely gorgeous and formal.

The text is written in gold ink, and each letter is carefully drawn, like a work of art.

Under the sunlight, the golden words on the contract reflected a dazzling light, contrasting with the silver runes on the feather pen, appearing particularly mysterious and solemn.

Farah looked at the contents of the agreement and couldn't help but reveal a hint of appreciation.

This proposal is not only beneficial to herself, but the terms and conditions also contain many details that are beneficial to her.

However, it is not too much and is acceptable.

Farah picked up the quill and took the contract with satisfaction.

As the cooperation was about to be finalized, Farah's words floated in the air, carrying a majesty that could not be underestimated.

"Ms. Lysa, your foresight is admirable. But what interests me more is how you view the possible impact of the current political situation on our cooperation?"

Lisa was silent for a while, with a hint of deep thought in her eyes.

"Politics is always unpredictable. In this political vortex of general trend, any decision is inevitably subject to external influence. However, this may also provide us with a unique opportunity."

"Oh? Keep talking."

"The Empire represents the power of the nobility, while the Holy See is a symbol of faith. Although the opposition between the two is a struggle for power on the surface, it actually reflects the desire for resources and influence. In this context, the value of magic ore as a powerful resource is self-evident."

Lysa leaned forward slightly. "I suggest that you use your geographical and political position to your advantage. Make your territory a neutral area, neither completely dependent on the Empire nor the Holy See. Make this area an important place that both sides need but cannot easily control."

"But it seems like you've already started implementing it, right?" Lisa stated.

Farah smiled, and there was a hint of relief in her smile.

Farah couldn't help but feel a little admiration for Acacia Lesa, the young eldest daughter of a mysterious family overseas.

As the person who handles family affairs, despite his young age, he has already demonstrated extraordinary vision and wisdom.

She likes working with smart people.

As the contract was signed in beautiful handwriting, the name on it glowed.

"Then, can I think that this is not only a business cooperation, but also the beginning of a long-term partnership?" There was a rare hint of kindness and gentleness in Farah's tone.

"It's my honor too." Lisa nodded slightly.

...

Back home,

Farah slowly opened the secret room.

This is her private space, not only where she handles the most confidential matters, but also where she stores precious items and studies magical texts.

The walls were lined with various ancient books and scrolls, and the tables were littered with various magical tools and unfinished projects.

Farah walked to the table and lit an oil lamp, which immediately and softly illuminated the entire room.

But her eyes did not linger on the magic tools and documents on the table, but slowly moved to the big bed in the center of the room.

The head and foot of the bed are decorated with intricate patterns and exquisite carvings, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

The bed was covered with thick velvet bedding, which looked soft and comfortable. The thin curtains revealed a figure who was kneeling and curled up in the bed.

Farah opened the curtains, stood beside the bed, and smiled with relief as she watched Xing Feng, who was still sobbing.

At this time, Xing Feng's hands were tied behind his back with hemp rope, and his thighs and calves were also tied together.

He knelt on the bed with his legs, his upper body bent as if he was bowing, his front waist slumped, and his buttocks sticking out.

Farah also gave Xing Feng some valuable gadgets as a gift and specifically admonished him.

The "buzzing" sound came one after another, and Xing Feng was almost tortured to the point of passing out.

The delicate and pretty little face had her eyes bound tightly with black leather, her head imprisoned, and she was forced to hold a delicate red ball in her mouth.

The beautiful pupils rolled up slightly, and the entire eyeball was trembling slightly.

The crystals that overflowed from the red ball flowed down his chin and dripped into the cup on the bed.

"It's really good after holding out for so long~" Farah picked up the cup and gracefully shook the glass that had been filled with moisture for a whole day.

The posture of the hands is like tasting a mellow red wine.

"Wuwu... Wuwuwu..." As if he heard the person coming, Xing Feng's body kept shaking in the air, as if he was begging for mercy.

The waist helplessly moved a few centimeters, and only lifted up a little under the continuous urging.

She looks slender, tender and delicate, and her belly sometimes tightens and sometimes relaxes, which is a pleasure to watch.

It seems that the owner of this body has not yet completely gotten used to it, and his lower abdomen and calves are trembling together.

After a day of training, his legs could only tremble pitifully, and even his toes, as tender as March flower stamens, could only curl up weakly, and he didn't even have the strength to wrinkle the sheets.

Even though he had been trained for the entire day, he still hadn't learned to be obedient. How dare he struggle without his own instructions?

Farah sighed softly.

But it’s almost time today.

She looked at the clock and it was nine o'clock in the evening. According to the schedule, today seemed to have been extended by several hours.

So Farah slowly removed the blockage in Xing Feng's mouth.

But what he got in return was Xing Feng sticking out his sore tongue and begging for mercy in an extremely desperate voice.

"Far... Farah... help me, help me, I can't take it anymore..."

Listening to Xing Feng's cat-like voice, it was sticky and wet, just like the honey that was picked and mashed a few days ago, appropriately greasy and reasonably sweet.

Farah sat in front of Xing Feng, held up his little face, hooked the tip of her tongue with her fingers and put it back into Xing Feng's mouth.

Then she placed a kiss on his cheek without responding.

"Fara...I want to go to the bathroom...please...let me go..."

"Don't worry, you'll be allowed to go. Now, you have to hold out until the early morning."

After saying that, she rubbed Xing Feng's waist again, feeling her men trembling with fear.

"You still haven't realized your mistake today, so it looks like tomorrow will be a very fulfilling day too."

"No...don't...Fara...I'm sorry...um..." Xing Feng widened his eyes and his red lips slightly opened.

Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by the red ball again.

Yes, at this moment he had no room for refusal...

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Chapter 111 Penalty Rules of the Contract

There were gurgling sounds coming from deep within his stomach and his entire body was flushed an abnormally red.

The magic toy continued to make an embarrassing buzzing sound, causing Xing Feng to drool and tremble with spirit.

If it weren't for that ribbon, he would have leaked it long ago.

After a whole day of punishment, Xing Feng felt that he was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown.

The long-term torture made it almost impossible for him to tell the time, lose his sense of time, and even almost lose his sense of the outside world.

Tears from her beautiful eyes flowed down her cheeks. She cried and trembled, looking as pitiful as an abandoned kitten.

How long will this torture last...

I have never felt that every second feels like a year.

Xing Feng was extremely desperate at this moment. His legs had long lost feeling, he was sweating profusely, and the desire to defecate was so strong that his brain was about to explode.

He thought Farah would beat him, scold him or abandon him, but he never expected that she would treat him like this.

At this moment he just hoped that Farah would let him go.

Ugh...I'm...going to die...

Xing Feng's abdomen cramped and his muddled head gradually became clearer, but he soon fell into the abyss of defecation and lust again.

Farah sat on a carved chair nearby, half leaning against the table with her right hand supporting her cheek, occasionally tapping her chin lightly with her fingertips with a faint smile on her face.

This was her habitual action when she was deep in thought, and she was also appreciating Xing Feng's state.

Looking at Xing Feng, he could only twist his waist, his calves trembling as if he had cramps, and he seemed to be about to lose strength.

Farah felt much better, and her anger towards Xing Feng for hiding the truth from her for the second time also subsided.

...

A second before Xing Feng completely fainted,

The clock hands finally reached the early morning.

Farah walked slowly to Xing Feng with relief in her eyes.

He reached out and took the red ball out of Xing Feng's mouth and removed Xing Feng's blindfold.

"Fara..." The silver thread attached to the red ball was stretched, and a humble plea for mercy came out of her hot and wet mouth. "I can't hold it anymore... Please..."

"Be good and don't move first."

Xing Feng nodded with tears in his eyes, and the next second Farah untied all his restraints and he collapsed on the bed.

Farah gently stroked the fair skin under her hands, feeling the slightly trembling flesh, and sighed.

"Really, I've spoiled you to the point of being lawless."

Farah's voice was neither cold nor hot, but it made Xing Feng's hair stand on end.

He was almost scared to tears, and his body began to tremble instinctively.

Of course he knew what Farah was referring to, but he was really forced.