Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

"This is for you, and this is for the others. Drink it before the ice melts. Don't do what you did last time, using a magic gun with freezing magic to cool it down, which resulted in the cup exploding."

Seeing that Ryūka had brought the gifts, Anyaberg felt a little better. She wasn't moved by such small favors, although the other magical engineers would be happy that the governor would bring them gifts every time he came, which was like angels compared to the noble employers they had heard of.

What made Anyaberg happy was her extra-large drink, which included her favorite energizing coffee, and the ice cubes floating in the glass were shaped like a formula by Ryusha.

Magical engineering = (magic + science + inspiration)^effort...

Each word is an abbreviation of the Ottoman alphabet. It was a sentence she had casually written in her notebook, which was completely incomprehensible at first glance. Last time, when Ryuka saw it, she even asked her about its meaning.

Each word is an abbreviation of the Ottoman alphabet. It was a sentence she had casually written in her notebook, which was completely incomprehensible at first glance. Last time, when Ryuka saw it, she even asked her about its meaning.

You've got guts...

Anjaberg took the drink and started drinking. After spending so much time in the summer lab, she had forgotten how long it had been since she had drunk water. The cool drink flowed down her tongue and into her throat, making her feel comfortable from head to toe.

Looking at Ryusha's adorable face, she decided she could forgive him. Although Anjaberg felt she couldn't really say whether she forgave him or not, Ryusha was a governor, a nobleman, and it was perfectly normal for him to have many female lovers. After all, he was very popular with girls, and she had absolutely no reason or right to be angry or jealous about it.

But she still felt inexplicably irritable, strangely enough, none of the other girls around Ryuka seemed to feel the same way. Perhaps it was her own physiological mechanisms being more sensitive, or perhaps it was the possessive instinct in her brain at work…

Anjaberg tried to justify himself in his mind, but this somewhat indifferent justification turned into guilt towards Ryuka after he saw her pull out a form.

"Here you go, this is the list of supplies you need next month. Remember to check and verify it with the transport team."

Magic crystals, experimental equipment, funds, and even daily necessities were all prepared for these magic engineers who didn't like to go out and spent all their time in the Sochi Academy's laboratories.

Most of it belonged to her.

Anjaberg took it and glanced at it, memorizing all the densely packed entries. After a second of silence, she looked at Ryuka with her ruby-like eyes:

"Didn't the Sochi market have some issues lately? You should be short of funds, right? Are you sure this is all right?"

Hearing her say that, Ryuka was somewhat surprised. Anyaberg didn't care about anything outside of magical technology; asking for funding and materials was her instinct. But similarly, she didn't care how much value her and the magical engineers' achievements brought to Ryuka.

And this is the kind of person Anjaberg would actually ask himself if he would have any financial pressure.

Seeing Ryuka's somewhat surprised expression, Anyaberg quickly took back the list, clenching it tightly in her small hands, and glared at her, saying, "I was just asking! Don't even think about taking it back!"

"No, not at all. The situation is much better than you think. In short, you don't need to worry about logistics and funding."

To any magical engineer or magician, Ryuka's words were more heartfelt than a confession. Anjaberg accepted them with relief, then happily swung her little feet in her chair.

"Not only that, I will order the magic mines in Linhu Territory to step up their efforts and try to increase the supply to you by 20%."

Upon hearing this, Anyaberg's eyes widened even more. Magic ore was more precious than gold; there was no shortage of buyers, only sellers. Regarding the magic ore production in the Liuxia territory, after supplying the magic workshops with experiments and weapon production, very little was left for Kira to sell. Magic engineering was a bottomless pit of money; apart from the established products, any new experiment or invention required a huge investment of money and materials.

Kira, who was in charge of the accounts, always had a headache because of this. She tried to persuade Anyaberg to eat less, but Ruka managed to convince her.

As for what kind of persuasion it was, Anyaberg didn't need to ask to know. As long as she saw Kira beaming with joy when she went to approve the funds, without the slightest hesitation or difficulty, she would understand what had happened last night.

But now? Sochi's market is facing such big trouble, yet the resources Ryūsha is providing for him are decreasing instead of increasing. This is the first time this has happened.

Anjaberg blinked: "Did the sun rise in the west?"

"No."

"So you're going to give us another new problem!"

Seeing the wary yet eager look on Anyaberg's face, Ryuka gave a helpless, bitter smile:

"No, it's because Tipalotura is coming."

“Your Highness?” Anyaberg frowned.

“That’s right.” Liu Xia nodded. “So, regarding the thing you developed for her, I’m afraid we’ll need to come up with results soon. I think the improvements might not be many, but they should be of some help to you.”

Ryūsha certainly wasn't that kind-hearted, emptying his own pockets and sending his subordinates to help Tipalotura catch up on the progress. Opening the heretical ruins of East Heaven Lake was equally important to him, after all, it concerned Atina.

Furthermore, Ryuka clearly remembered that the light emitted by the prototype magical bomb used by Hetia also suppressed Kania's witch abilities. Even though Kania's abilities weren't strong enough back then…

If it works for Kania, it means it will work for other witches as well. However, at that time, Kania was still a novice witch who didn't understand any magical theories. The other witches were probably not so simple, so Ryuka also hoped that Anyaberg could make a breakthrough in this area.

"I understand……"

After a moment of contemplation, Anjaberg gave his reply.

"What do you understand?" Liu Xia asked curiously, noticing the engineering girl's somewhat strange expression. "I didn't force you to speed up the process; I just wanted to help you. Last time, we found a dark elf spell in the dark elf altar ruins, which was also used to break the heretical ruins. However, we still need the true name of their god... It seems hopeless right now."

The blood of the believers is easy to deal with; Zona and the others should be able to handle it. As long as it doesn't involve 'sacrificing lives,' a few drops of blood are manageable.

The only thing that remained unidentified was the name; Ryūka's men searched through countless records but could not find it. He even inquired with Chloe, but received no clear answer.

"The 'lost name' likely refers to the true name, since believers have no reason not to know the deity's name, but that would render it meaningless as a riddle inscribed on the altar."

This is what Chloe told Ryuka.

A god's 'true name' possesses power at the level of rules and is generally not used lightly, as it also affects the god himself. Furthermore, it's very troublesome for gods to know each other's true names. Even if Chloe knew, she wouldn't tell Ryuka another god's true name. These were her own words.

Even the name 'Crowel' is not the real name of that exquisitely beautiful goddess girl, who is like a doll; it is merely the 'name' she uses on earth.

Even the name of the god worshipped by the Dark Elves was something Ryusha couldn't find. After all, the scriptures had been censored by the Church for thousands of years, let alone their true names.

So we can only rely on Anjaberg.

Anja Berg seemed extremely frustrated by Ryuka's explanation, feeling immense pressure. She ruffled her hair and said irritably, "That's not it! Ahhh, never mind!!!"

Ryuka looked at Anyaberg with some confusion, and the engineering girl stared at him in the same way.

What frustrated Anyaberg was the research progress. The other was that she was gradually realizing she recognized Ryuka as her boss more than the Thirteenth Princess.

She wasn't that stupid; she just didn't like using her brain for things outside of magical engineering. Anyaberg could sense the subtle relationship between Ryukyu and the princess, and even Ryukyu's position within Otus. Therefore, she found the news of the princess's arrival troublesome, caught in the middle.

And trouble creates stress...

Since she and Ryuka already had that kind of relationship, there was nothing more to say. After all, Anjaburg had worked for Tipalotura because she was the only one among the nobility who respected magical engineering and was willing to use credits and money to support their studies and research.

However, after arriving in Linhu Territory, the logistics that Hetia was originally responsible for were all completed by Ryukyu at an astonishing speed. In fact, in the original plan of the princess and Anyaberg, they would have needed two to three years.

Anjaberg's face fell as she looked at Ryuka, the boy who made her anxious, and pouted, saying:

"The pressure needs to be relieved..."

Upon hearing this, and seeing the engineering girl in front of him shyly and proudly look away, Ryuka smiled and moved closer to her, closer to her lips.

Approaching slowly, she gently pecked at his trembling lips. Feeling Anyaberg's lips part awkwardly, her tongue sticking out halfway, wanting to kiss him but hesitant, Ryuka also gently licked his upper lip with his own tongue, lightly brushing it away from Anyaberg's slippery tongue that had just finished drinking a cold drink.

Before Atina returns, she can't go all the way, she can't actually kiss... This is the rule Anyaberg set for herself. However, sometimes she has a hard time controlling herself on the edge of danger, but over time, Ryuka finds that this feeling of anxiety and restraint, of wanting and retreating at the last millimeter, is what Anyaberg is most addicted to.

For him, this also had a unique charm.

The girl, who wasn't good at dressing up, sprayed on her homemade perfume, which was a bit pungent but intoxicating. She still carried a unique natural scent and a faint smell of sweat. Their tongues brushed against each other... and then, Ryuka pressed her lips against Anyaberg's and slowly kissed her neck...

"Ha~"

itch……

His fingers squeezed between her legs, and Anyaberg's thighs tightly clamped around Ryusha's palm, rubbing up and down in response to his teasing. Finally, she couldn't help but start to lift her little buttocks up and down, her breath becoming sweeter and sweeter.

Even though the little toys I made could be heated to a warm temperature, they just didn't feel as comfortable as Ruka's touch. It must be my brain playing tricks on me...

With a sudden tension, Anyaberg went limp, her slippers long since kicked away. A pair of pristine white socks touched the floor, her toes accidentally stepping into a drop of clear liquid, disrupting the surface tension and leaving a sweet, watery trail like ink spreading across the surface…

"Is there still pressure...?"

In response to Ryusha's question, Anyaberg, panting heavily, silently took out a strange little toy from a box on the bedside table.

It seems there is more. Anjaberg doesn't like to admit it, but her actions are always direct. Ryuga looked at the strange thing in her hand, which looked like a small bowl, but was only the size of a fingertip. The inside was made of soft rubber particles and fluff, and the end had a thread that connected to the magic function.

How do I use this?

Seeing Ryusha's mischievous grin, Anyaberg knew he was probably asking a question he already knew the answer to, but he still explained anyway, though his tone was anything but friendly.

"Didn't you capture that woman named Adela...? Kania told me...and then I did this...You should thank me properly!"

Ryuu, suppressing a laugh, took the little toy from her hand. It was indeed meant to tease a girl's delicate clitoris. It seemed Anyaberg, after hearing about the specific ways to tease that area from Kania, couldn't resist making something like this: placing this tiny bowl, about the size of a little fingertip, on top would cause the magical crystal to release dark magic, making it even more sensitive, and the internal particles and fuzz would begin to vibrate and rotate. The particles provided ample frictional stimulation, while the fuzz offered an irresistible, gentle caress…

Ryusha removed Anyaberg's clothes and used the small toy to slide from her navel all the way to the top of her vulva, causing her to tremble. Watching Anyaberg nervously close her legs, he couldn't help but chuckle wickedly.

"Please get into position for the instrument testing~~~"

"Um, you..."

Anjaberg glared at him, then slowly slipped her hands under her knees and gently spread her soft legs apart...

A touch of dew and a gasp, then blossoming amidst a buzzing sound...

Chapter 6: Troubles and Mischief During the Campaign to Suppress Mountain Bandits

Swords and fire reflected on the gleaming armor, and severed limbs and blood writhed and twisted on the ground. Ryuga removed the helmet of an ordinary soldier, staring expressionlessly at the burning, ruined mountain stronghold.

This was just a small-scale battle to wipe out bandits and robbers within the territory.

"This is such a small matter, you didn't need to come in person..."

Hetia looked at Ryusha, who was dressed as an ordinary soldier, and complained.

"I'll just relax and clear my head."

Ryusha kicked the bandit's corpse on the ground. As Sochi's trade flourished, so did the number of these bandits. Most of them were outsiders, hiding in strongholds far from cities and villages, targeting long-distance traders. A successful raid was enough to ensure they would have enough to eat and drink for years.

Among them were many down-on-their-luck knights and mages, making them a formidable opponent for most small groups. Initially, whenever Sochi sent troops to encircle and suppress them, the bandits whose strongholds were close to the Sochi border would simply abandon their strongholds and flee, while those who couldn't escape would simply surrender. However, Ryusha soon realized that this wasn't a sustainable solution. Firstly, the prisons were under too much pressure, and secondly, it emboldened these bandits, as surrendering and enduring hard labor was better than being unable to survive on the outside.

Out of respect for this profession where "life is at stake," Ryūsha ordered an intensified crackdown on bandits. This was not only to restore the Sochi trade, which had suffered a setback, but also because the thirteenth princess, Tipalotura, was about to arrive, and security in her territory, especially along the route from the capital, needed to be a priority.

From now on, surrendered prisoners will no longer be imprisoned, but will be secretly sold to other places as slaves.

Although Ryūsha has never had a good impression of 'slavery', he believes that the openness and widespread adoption of slavery would lower the moral standards of the general public. After all, there is always a dark side to human nature, and many people would find it difficult to resist falling into depravity if they were forced to work as slaves to support themselves or vent their evil desires.

Especially during the period of sudden wealth in Sochi, many families who were originally living ordinary lives began to buy slaves for their own use. During that time, slaves were the most sought-after commodity brought in by merchants from other regions. They transported large numbers of slaves from other places and exchanged them for various in-demand goods in Sochi, making a fortune on each trip.

This caused great damage to the atmosphere of Ryūka's territory, especially after Ryūka gained the authority of a prefecture-level official and could perceive his own territory. He sensed the weeping and screaming in the dark night, the bones buried in the soil being gnawed by insects, and the people who were gradually becoming arrogant. It was a completely different world from the thriving Sochi that Ryūka saw during the day.

Therefore, Ryukyu quickly banned this behavior.

Meanwhile, Ryūka looked to the side and saw his soldiers cleaning up the battlefield, collecting spoils from the bandits' corpses. When the captured bandits learned that they were to be enslaved and sold, their faces changed drastically, and they nearly broke free and resisted again.

"Why! Aren't you supposed to be the 'liberator of slaves'?!"

The bandits roared at Ryūka, as if they had suffered a great injustice.

One of the female bandits, dressed like a fallen knight, had an exceptionally shrill voice. While she was reasonably attractive, enough to make even the seasoned Ryuxia want to sleep with her, he was at least willing to exchange a few words with her.

"Tell me, were those goods and gold and silver piled up behind you given to you by kind merchants who passed by? Hmm?"

Ryuka grabbed the female bandit's chin through her gloves and said with a cold laugh.

"You think you can get away with this? Sochi offers plenty of jobs, it's not like there aren't any legitimate ways for you to make a living. But you still chose to rob for a living, so in my eyes you're not even human. Compared to those who are forced into slavery, letting a bitch like you go to jail for nothing is too good for you!"

As Liu Xia spoke, a surge of battle qi drilled into the female bandit's ribs, instantly destroying her painstakingly cultivated battle qi meridians! More than the excruciating pain, the female bandit, realizing she was now a cripple, listened with terror to Liu Xia's description of her fate:

"Think carefully about who you'll be sold to, and how your rotten flesh will be fucked from now on. That's your only value in the future."

Ryūka was right. If she still had value as a knight, even if sold into slavery, she might only serve a wealthy slave owner. But if she was just an ordinary woman, her fate would likely be prostitution, ending up dead in a ditch. The young man's imposing aura and cold gaze rendered the female bandit speechless. Her knees buckled, and a pool of yellow liquid trickled down her trousers. After being tossed aside by Ryūka, she cried out in despair…

Liu Xia, however, put on a bright smile and asked the other bandits, "Does anyone else have any objections?"

No, that's good...

A group of soldiers escorted the bandits and their spoils back to the city, while Ryūka and Hetia led the remaining soldiers to continue their bandit suppression mission. In the hearts of Ryūka's soldiers, no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless their governor had been just now, it could not shake his position in their hearts.

He was like a god, knowing the exact location of every bandit's hideout and leading them in with unstoppable momentum. Even though Liu Xia could easily wipe out these bandits by himself, he would still send his soldiers into battle so that they could more easily and comfortably loot their share of the spoils.

For the soldiers, whatever a general does is right if he can lead them to victory! Not to mention that he cares for his subordinates, which makes them willing to die for Ryūka!

Hetia lagged behind Ryūka by half a horse length. After catching up, she whispered to him:

"You've advanced to the Heavenly Rank?!"

Liu Xia just crippled that female bandit without killing her; this is something only a Heavenly Knight could do.

"Ah."

Ryusha answered Hetia's question somewhat listlessly. After obtaining the authority of the Earth-level, the bonus brought by the Leader's Certificate allowed him to be promoted naturally. It was so balanced that he did not even announce it to the public.

"No wonder it's an heretical ability..." Hetia thought to herself. Although she didn't want to use the word 'heretical' to describe Ryukatsu, she didn't know any other term. The path that countless knights couldn't complete in their entire lives, Ryukatsu had finished in less than two years. Coupled with the things he did that won Hetia over, it seemed as if he was born to change the world.

"The eleventh Celestial Rank of Otus! But you don't seem happy..." Hetia murmured in admiration. Celestial Rank individuals are those who can be appointed Imperial Generals, a status far exceeding that of a mere Governor. But looking at Ryūka's profile, she recalled his words and actions in front of the soldiers. Ryūka wasn't usually like that in public; he seemed rather unhappy today.

“Twelfth,” Ryusha said expressionlessly. “There are rumors that Tipalotura’s guard, Gerberi, has also recently broken through, but it hasn’t been announced yet.”

Is this the reason you're unhappy?

"No."

Ryusuke sighed; he didn't know how to explain it to Hetia. "Where are you, Mei? Where are you, Lin? Where are you, Lin? Are you here...?"

He governed Sochi well, but not to the extent he desired. The people lived in peace and prosperity, and things were generally improving. However, he couldn't change human nature; it progressed too slowly. Prostitution, slavery, gambling… these things, instead of disappearing with economic prosperity, became rampant under his rule. Trying to combat them sometimes alienated the people, leading Ryūka to a state of complacency, simply focusing on his own interests.

Just like these bandits from out of town who risked their lives, many impoverished outsiders also came to Sochi to make a living, and Ryukyu was happy to gain population and productivity. However, as their numbers gradually increased, they began to be rejected and discriminated against by the local Sochi people. Although this did not affect public security, some disgusting phenomena in their lives greatly affected Ryukyu's mood.