dark forces have gained power over this earth. The body of Жrigal flinched and flew off to the side. Something purple lifted the girl up, but at first she did not understand that. From a height she looked at the battlefield. Could this be? Does her master have such power? Screams of horror were heard from all sides. The tribesmen of Amina also could not calmly look at this. The girl felt a surge of adoration to her master. He not only possessed the power of a demon, he himself was almost a demon. So strong. So welcome. It was possible to surrender to him without reserve. These nasty little people are nothing more than dirt on his feet. Nothing that his skin is almost gone, no one is perfect, she will still be true to him to the last drop of blood.

And he did not leave her. He took from the battlefield, from stupid and evil tribesmen. He also took with him the body of the host Khimna, wrapped in a solid fishing net, and left the owner of the Vigil, probably could not lift it. She knew that while poison was acting, Muril’s beautiful body would not regain its original form. Not scary, she will still do with him what all women do with men, because there can be no other way. She could help him recover faster, but she was not given such a task.

***

Mouril de Miyadur was returning to the place, near which his associates were to be revived. He was strong enough that the weight of two bodies, the slave girls and the brother, did not prevent him from moving, only his feet sank a little deeper in the mud with each step. It was very painful. The magic of pain Vigil - innocent flowers compared with the fact that the mad man used to say. It is unlikely that he was a magician of pain, most likely it was the magic of death or something like that. As if the skin was removed, and maybe not as if. But why the appearance was not restored? Nothing healed. Life points decreased instead of increasing. Poison. With a mental effort, Muril opened the menu of acting effects and found what he was looking for:

Negative effect

Source: Poison moth, fluttering under the caressing spring sun (impact occurred 18 times).

Duration: 3 days 17 hours 8 minutes 40 seconds.

Without regeneration of all kinds. Progressive necrosis at the site of the introduction of poison.

Idiotic name for such a killer thing. In vain he obeyed Himna, it was not necessary to touch this girl. If she didn’t, now the three of them would have fought cheap whores in Harn. Now there is no way to get there, they have ordered the way across the river, but he knew where he would go next, and he would be able to inspire this thought to the others. Well, one thing, they no longer need purchased women, if they have their own, and for free. She will compensate them for all their undeserved suffering, compensate them with her body, with her tight, almost virginal vagina.Humiliation and pain - this is the only thing she will enjoy in the near future. She is better if she loves it.

***

That day my creatures never had to let their sledgehammers into their work. Despite the numerical advantage, it is unlikely that they would win. Everything was decided by diplomatic means. The criminals were all gray from dust, so I silently called them dusty guys. I recognized one of them - he first climbed into the dungeon and provided me with 78 level. The other was ponaglee and looked like the current youth. Honestly, from the Organization, I was expecting someone more impressive.

First, the dusty guys demanded to show them Linaria. I flatly refused, for two reasons. First, Lina was in the second half of pregnancy, which was obvious and would cause unnecessary questions. Secondly, she did not have clothes, and I was not going to demonstrate my wife naked to unfamiliar criminals. As a result, we had to pay for it as much as they give for a slave with similar external data, that is, very decently. The organization was not going to just part with something, I had to make concessions.

We agreed that the Organization is not trying to get into my dungeon, and I pay them monthly for their lack of curiosity. My ground house became the shelter of the Organization, in return, the criminals guarded the entrance to the Basement from anyone who might want to go there. The passage to the dungeon was filled with stones, there was only a small hole for the transfer of money.

I had to go under the Organization for some time, but now I have no choice. They are too strong, I could not stand against them. The eternal problem of little people. I remembered that I had an assignment issued by Linaria for the destruction of local criminals, but their clan is still out of our teeth. Let them choke on my gold.

Someone would be hurt by the realization of how much currency was spent on my inseminator, his dungeon and his wives, but I was not used to being greedy. It is desirable that all this eventually paid off. Now the alignment was this: if I transferred all the creatures to the round-the-clock production of bricks or something else that can be produced in my conditions and sell, then the income from this will be enough to feed all six ever-hungry pregnant women. In order to cover the monthly payment of the Organization, I need as many more hands. Therefore, in order to get a plus, I need to more than double the number of employees. There are reasons for optimism. Six women give birth to offspring every seven days, which means that almost every day I will have a new offspring, but there are reservations. What are the descendants of Sohashsh I do not know, there is no guarantee that they can work. Who hatch from a new one, I also do not know. It is impossible to force all creatures to cut bricks, someone has to do other work and bring food to the ladies. And, finally, you shouldn’t write off the depraved stranger, who should replenish my harem with nine more women. These are new mouths and new offspring. I am waiting.

Dusty guys left, and I felt somehow even bored. Mordoboy not work. That day, none of the women gave birth and no one needed to be fertilized, so my male duty was fulfilled. It was possible to go to any and demand my legitimate blow job (I am a husband!), But this somehow became boring. Perhaps this is called fatigue from family life.

I ought to go rock. The higher my level, the better my minions. When my women gave birth, I gained relatively a lot of experience, often a whole level, but there are other ways to level a character. You can hire a party to get me steamed through a couple of dungeons, that is, you can hire players to beat the monsters for me, while I get experience with them. Midrigal and the campaign will no longer work, most likely I have already overtaken them in levels. I wonder how his girlfriends are there, have they killed each other or not yet? Why do I need players? I have generations, my flesh and blood! Take the four most severe and forward.