The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 226: New Year *

Another bright year passed by. What replaced it was a frigid one. People opened up their locked trunks and took out their old winter clothes- created from warm animal furs. The richer ones hit the market and bought whole new sets of warm apparels to live through the year.

Uropolis, the capital of the Empire, the strongest nation in the continent- was not safe by any means from the invasion of the winter. Every bright year, professional hunters coarse through the woods and mountains to kill hundreds of hibernating animals.

Their furry skins were used by the most able of craftsmen to make extravagant warm robes, sold exclusively to the nobles. The residents of the city, the richest community in the entire country, had no difficulty whatsoever to buy these clothes in bulk.

But the case was definitely not the same for everyone else, namely- the commoners. The rich merchants could easily take care of themselves but for the working class people here in the city, they had no better way than to hope that some rich noble would throw their old clothes outside in the streets; or to go hunt for a ferocious furry creature by themselves.

The number of commoner deaths due to extreme cold, just alone in the city was staggering, let alone the entire Empire. Hence, one of the demands of the Rebellion was provision of warm clothes to the commoner citizens, and the reduction of prices of necessary goods.

Alvin Baker, the current leader of the Rebellion, and one of the two living pioneers had left for the holy city of Ers. The other pioneer was station in the main base of that city and was a master potioneer. He could not let the rare herbs he just ‘earned’ go to waste. And he did not trust anyone else to protect them.

Besides, he also had to do his duties as the ‘commoner leader’ of the nation, distribute some warm clothes to the destitute. He left the main base in the care of his trusted aide- Jonathan Berkeley.

The man was neither a great circler, nor the best of managerial personnel, but he was trusted by all. He fought alongside the pioneers themselves and had been a core member of the Rebellion since its inception.

Now, he was facing a headache. It was one thing that the boss left, leaving the whole main base and its operation to him; but it was another thing altogether when the leader left the whole main base, and ‘those two.’

He was walking to and fro in his office. It was the same room where the leader sat. Now, it belonged to him- temporary of course. He would occasionally rub the temples of his bald head.

*Creak.*

He gritted his teeth and turned to the door. There was a handsome young man standing, gasping for breath. A red mask was clipped to his belt.

“Now what?!” The man said.

The young man barely composed himself. “She says that it doesn’t fit. She wants another one.”

The man kicked the air. “Didn’t she already say the size?”

“Yes.” The young man smiled wryly. “But now she says otherwise.”

“Fuck! We are having problems providing clothes to the general mass, and she is not happy with the dress? The dress which costs the same price as that of thirty warm coats?”

The smile on the youth’s face got wrier. “Ye… yes.”

“Just what was the leader thinking when he gave them the scroll?” The bald man sighed. “They are complete strangers for Ervil’s sake!”

“Well, they-“

“We’re recommended by Eugene?” He snorted. “That sonuvabitch is one of the richest men in the entire Empire and still refuses to fund us properly. And he has the audacity to send such gluttons to us.”

The young man stayed silent. He knew that without Sir Eugene, the organisation would not have come this far. The upper echelon were just jealous of his talents.

“Whatever.” The bald man waved his hand. “Give them whatever they want. As long as they don’t cross the line, it’s fine to spend a bit. We just have to send a lengthy letter to Eugene next time. Besides, it’s better if they want such childish things. It would be a different case altogether if they had ulterior motives.” He squinted.

“Understood.” The young man bowed and left.

The door shut close.

The man sighed. “Three thousand fucking pieces of gold. Even the higher nobles don’t spend these much in a day. And they managed to do this in just half a day.”

******

The trio’s room now had a complete makeover. The furnitures that were already quite expensive enough beforehand, was now replaced by even more expensive ones. They were lined with pure gold and were made from exotic and ancient woods.

On the expensive dining table, lied tens of different dishes- cooked by the best chefs in the country. Just the aroma and steamy looks of the food could fill someone’s stomach or kill them from the craving.

Irene was sitting on the new bed, surrounded by extravagant clothes. It was the most comfortable beds she had ever lied on, barring the one at the Royal Palace of Nemphis of course.

Her eyes were fixed on the direction of the new and shining sofa set.

Adrian was sitting comfortably on a one seater, his eyes fully closed. His pants were down.

Cassidy, a princess of the strongest nation in the world, was on her knees- naked. She enveloped his hard length with her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down. Both of her cheeks were caved in. One of her hands was handling his testicles while the other was down on her crotch, playing with her pussy.

There was a puddle of shiny water just underneath. She paced up her strokes. Adrian shot off his semen inside her mouth, for the umpteenth time in the day. She swallowed them down and continued again with an intoxicated look in her eyes.

Adrian opened his eyes and looked towards Irene. An evil smile formed on his face.

“A new year arrived. Shouldn’t we start it with a bang?”

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