The dragon people who lost Longgor did not seem to stop their attacks. Instead, they began to frequently attack the castle at the Big Bear Pool. The knights of the Knights Templar were so exhausted from fighting back that they occasionally showed signs of decline.

  After Cesare woke up and heard the news, he said that he would continue to stay in the Little Bear Pool and withdraw the Ice Wolves who stayed in the Big Bear Pool. Yang Liu was puzzled, thinking that doing so would undoubtedly leave the castle to the dragons, and the Big Bear Pool was located at a strategic point. Cesare did not say much to her, but just asked lightly, "How many years have you been my adjutant?"

  Cesare had never asked Yang Liu such a question before. Yang Liu was surprised, "You..."

  "Yang Liu, I know you are from the Vatican." Cesare stared into Yang Liu's eyes. "Do you have anything to explain about this?"

  "I have never done anything to let you down." Yang Liu knelt down and said seriously.

  Cesare nodded. "You have overstepped your bounds this time."

  "I'm worried about you!" Yang Liu continued.

  Cesare smiled. "Would I keep a lieutenant who puts personal feelings into his work?"

  Yang Liu grabbed Cesare's cloak and said, "Your Highness, I have been with you for so many years. You know I am not—"

  Cesare squatted down and continued to stare at the woman whose eyes were already filled with tears. He knew too well what that feeling was. "What is it not?" he asked.

  Yang Liu replied, "The Pope's Office asked me to keep an eye on you and report your actions at any time... I did so at first, but Your Highness, you know I love you..." She finally poured out the emotions that she had hidden for many years, "I have never done anything to let you down... I am willing to give my life for you!"

  "Hmm..." Cesare reached out and lifted Yang Liu's chin. "It's a terrible feeling to live under the eyes of others all the time. What do you think, Yang Liu?"

  “Your Highness…”

  "Why don't I give you another chance?" Cesare said suddenly.

  Yang Liu was ecstatic to hear such words. As long as she could stay with him, she would accept any opportunity.

  "You will be my spy in the Vatican. Do you understand?"

  He spoke softly in Yang Liu's ear, and even his lips seemed to touch Yang Liu's ear - this made her almost scream.

  She nodded quickly.

  "Very good." Cesare smiled with satisfaction. "You need to return to the Vatican, no matter what method you use. I need you to help me investigate something. Can you do it?"

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  "Yes, Your Highness, yes."

  Cesare stroked Willow's neck. He knew too well what that woman needed, just like many women he had had before.

  Yang Liu closed her eyes, her heart was beating like a drum, she was ecstatic.

  However, Cesare frowned. For a moment, a shadow flashed through his mind and then disappeared. He looked at the woman kneeling on the ground begging him, and felt an inexplicable disgust in his heart.

  Sex was not a sacred thing for Cesare. It could be a simple reason, or it could be mixed with interests, rewards and punishments, or something else. The daughters of the small noble families were in his favor, and they told him one secret after another that he wanted to know, or the handle of his enemies.

  He is not only good at being invincible on the battlefield, but also good at getting what he wants through this secret joy.

  What's more, it is something that makes people feel comfortable both physically and mentally. He can withdraw without any regrets and get what he wants, while satisfying the wishes of those girls who love him. Why not do it?

  The human heart is the most subtle thing, Cesare thought. Maybe just a kiss is enough to gain the other person's obedience, or maybe no matter what, he could never figure out the other person's true heart.

  He held Yang Liu's head and let her lick his penis. The feeling of submission filled the woman's body and mind.

  Cesare thought that what was about to happen was a natural progression.

  He lowered his head and looked coldly at the woman's flattering expression. They were all like that - flattering, cautious, or deliberately showing off their charm.

  He pressed Yang Liu on the table and entered her roughly from behind.

  It was dry and crowded there, Cesare thought, and in the mirror opposite him he saw Yang Liu pretending to be so happy that she was almost crying.

  He suddenly caught that fleeting shadow from the corner of his heart, that girl in red, standing in the crowd, staring at him blankly. The girl's eyes were so clear, simple, and without any impurities. She couldn't say she was happy, but she seemed a little surprised and excited.

  It turned out that he had always remembered that night, he thought, according to reason, his deal with those people was over, they helped him commit the tragedy, and he provided them with the whereabouts of the girl. However, he went to the sparrow house to find her for no reason, and slept peacefully on her bed.

  He pounded Yang Liu violently, even though the woman in the mirror was pale and had fallen into the obsession of lust.

  The face in the mirror slowly transformed into someone else...

  Cesare grabbed Willow's long hair and asked her to raise her face. In the mirror, he asked her, "Do you love me?"

  The woman answered him, Your Highness, I love you, ah ah - Your Highness, I love you so much -

  "Call me by my name." He thrust violently. "Call me Cesare."

  "Cesare, I love you."

  ——"Cesare, kill me, Cesare..."

  The voice in his head seemed to overlap with the present. Cesare closed his eyes. He felt as if the voice in his heart was about to explode. Why did he give her to those people in Mingxia?

  The woman under him was almost crying. She didn't dare to act rashly, let alone turn around and beg His Highness to kiss her.

  It was sex without any warmth, without any more contact, no hugging, no kissing, no caressing, no flirting. Yang Liu lay on the table, she knew that her lower body was about to be torn apart by Cesare's hugeness, she was penetrated before she was ready, it was sex in which the pain was far greater than the pleasure.

  However, he actually gave her the gift.

  Yang Liu bit her fist, her face full of tears, she didn't know whether it was because of joy or something else.

  The sound, one after another, was like a pleasant song. She felt that she would dedicate her whole life to this man. No matter what happened, she would not and could not let him down.

  He was her god.

  The gods have bestowed grace on her, what more could she dare to ask for?

  She was tortured badly. The man was too big and too hot. She had orgasm again and again, but she was still no match for him.

  Just as she was expecting more, the man suddenly pulled away.

  "Your Highness..." She called timidly, afraid that she would displease him.

  "Go away," Cesare said, his voice full of fatigue.