In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 177: [ - - ]

"Lord Leo is the Chosen one!"

The exhausted Baron muttered, drifting back to sleep.

The Royal Inspector stared at the sweating, crying sorry ass mess of a man.

The Inspector wasn’t angry. He was in a way deeply impressed. Not by Volkov, but Leo.

Aris knew Volkov was lying, and on his face, the fear was dripping left, right and venter.

Volkov was terrified out of his mind, but there was no physical evidence of torture that Aris could see.

Leo had simply broken the man’s spirit so mercilessly that Volkov was eagerly handing over his own power just to be allowed to run away.

It was ruthless, and Aris could not help but want to applause for the man eyeing the position of the Lord.

"Very well, General," Aris said smoothly, "We should not keep Lord Baron from resting. Have a safe journey tomorrow."

And saying so, Aris turned and walked out. Arthur followed, cursing under his breath.

As the doors closed, Aris smiled. Leo Dragomir was not just a thug. He was a master manipulator, leaving a mumbling Baron behind.

"It’s time to take our host on his offer."

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Soon, the sun set and the whole town erupted into a massive festival.

The town square was lit by towering bonfires.

Massive tents were erected, roasted pork was served along with thick loaves of bread, and endless barrels of cheap ale for everyone to drink to their heart’s content.

The people were eating, drinking, and singing songs.

Free food was the easiest way to buy loyalty, and Leo was buying it by the barrel.

Inside the Lord’s Manor, the atmosphere was a lot more exclusive.

The grand banquet hall was fully restored from the raid. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the long wooden tables.

Leo sat at the centre of the high table, placed on a raised dais so he could look down at everyone else.

He wore a dark, tailored shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest. He slouched in his large chair, a goblet of wine in his hand, looking like a king holding court.

He was flanked by his women.

Seraphine sat to his left. She wore a stunning, emerald-green dress. The neckline plunged deep, pushing her heavy, pale breasts up and together.

Ryana sat to his right, wearing a tight crimson gown that hugged every curve of her body.

Belladonna, on the other hand wore a black, glittering dress, her hair tied in a messy bun as she sat beside Seraphine, and she had already tasted half a dozen glasses of wine.

Leo wasn’t being polite. He was actively showing off.

He reached over and grabbed Seraphine’s chin as he authoritatively made her turn her head towards him.

She gasped, her eyes widening, as he leaned in and kissed her neck, right on the pulse point, biting the soft skin hard enough to leave a mark.

"Leo," Seraphine whispered, her face flushing bright red, "People are watching."

"Let them watch," Leo muttered against her skin. He slid his free hand right over the silk of her dress, grabbing her large breast and squeezing it roughly.

Seraphine let out a soft moan, biting her lip to keep quiet. She didn’t pull away. She leaned into his touch, her submission on full display for the Royal Envoys sitting below.

Leo chuckled and let her go. He turned to Ryana.

The Red Queen was trying to focus on her wine, pretending not to notice what he was doing.

Leo reached out and from under the table, grabbed her thigh. Feeling the unexpected touch, Ryana jumped, almost spilling her drink.

His large hand squeezed the muscle along her thigh, his thumb dangerously close to her sweet spot.

"You look tense, Ryana," Leo grinned, leaning close to her ear, "Is it the wine that’s turning your face red?

Ryana shot him a glaring look, but her breathing hitched, "Keep your hands to yourself. We have guests."

"My house. My rules," Leo said, winking back at her.

"They still haven’t decided upon that. So don’t ruin it for both of us," Ryana pressed her lips tight, not wanting to let the moan escape.

"Che! Always so strict!" Leo clicked his tongue, pulling his hand away.

Meanwhile, the room was bustling all over. Near the main door on a long table, the Royal Guards sat having the best time of their lives. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

They were still fully armoured, but they didn’t seem to be feeling vigilant with the company they had.

Leo had provided them with top-tier wine and a dozen of prostitutes that kept their gaze fixed on them. The women were sitting on the guards’ laps, giggling and pouring them drinks.

While the guards were drinking and laughing, grabbing the women’s tits and squeezing their asses, having the time of their life, one man almost had his paralysed his face, twitching his lips at the sight in front of him.

General Arthur sat with Leo on the main table, on the other end, but his neck always turned towards his men, frowning every time one of them as much as squeaked.

Beside Arthur, Lord Aris sat at directly in front of Leo. And unlike Arthur who was stiff as a bone, Aris was a lot more relaxed. Though he wasn’t squeezing and feeling the women, he was enjoying the nice wine being served.

Occasionally the two of them would raise glasses to each other.

It was a nice, relaxing atmosphere that had been going.

But then suddenly General Arthur’s eyes narrowed, and the temperature dropped.

Even the guards having a good time stopped feeling up the girls and their hands moved towards their swords.

The breath of the prostitutes plumed into white mist.

Fwoosh.

Every single candle in the crystal chandeliers blew out at the exact same time.

The grand hall plunged into near-total darkness, illuminated only by the faint moonlight bleeding through the massive stained-glass skylight above.

The music stopped. The laughter died.

"Swords!" General Arthur roared in the dark, kicking his chair back.

Before anyone could draw their weapons, a deafening crash shattered the silence.

CRASH!

The massive stained-glass skylight directly above the centre of the hall exploded inward.

Thousands of razor-sharp shards of coloured glass rained down like deadly hail. The prostitutes screamed, throwing their arms over their heads. Guards cursed as glass pinged off their steel armour and sliced into the wooden tables.

Through the gaping hole in the ceiling, figures jumped down, moving with terrifying speed and unnatural silence.

Dozens of figures filled the room in an instant. and their clothes seemed to absorb every bit of moonlight falling in the room. Except...

Except for their masks. They wore bone-white masks. The masks were carved into the shape of a grinning, twisted devil, with a single, jagged horn protruding from the centre of the forehead.

They hit the ground perfectly, rolling out of their drops and instantly drawing curved, wickedly sharp blades.

The leader of the masked men stepped forward. He stood in the centre of the shattered glass, twin blades gleaming in his hands.

He pointed a sword directly at the high table. Directly at Leo.

"Death to the Usurper!" the masked leader roared, his voice echoing with magical amplification. "We claim this city on behalf of the True Heir of the Dargan Family!"

"Slaughter them all!"

Leo almost slapped his face when he heard them.

"True heir?"

"Again?"

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