Shaking off the distracting thoughts in his mind, he took Elstin and boarded the carriage prepared by the guards and drove towards the outside of Montina.

……

“I am so glad that you have come to this dilapidated church, Master Fischer. I hope your arrival will be a good omen.”

“I’m not a master, I’m just an old man in his twilight years.” The old man stroked his beard modestly, “I just hope that I can pass on my little knowledge to my students during my lifetime, so that I won’t feel regretful even if I don’t go to heaven in the future.”

“Please forgive me for saying this, but God will definitely let you go to heaven to prevent the devil from succeeding,” Orlov said with a small joke. “Although this is not something I, a bishop, should say, I believe it is true, and I firmly believe that true reverence is more precious than verbal piety.”

“Then I must thank you for your blessing, Bishop.” Guillaume Fischer responded with a smile, “I never thought that I could find so many precious manuscripts and materials on the Northern Peninsula.”

The old man’s eyes fell on the books in his hands, with surprise and a hint of greed in his eyes:

“Oethemus, Thales, and even Posidonius.” His tone was a little excited, as if he wanted to take all the knowledge contained in them into his mind. “These are truly priceless treasures. If I can get one of them, it will be enough to satisfy me. Bishop, I can’t help but say that God really loves you. This even makes me feel a little jealous.”

Chapter 243: The Twisted Illegitimate Daughter

“The Pyrenees and the Strait of Gibraltar protect us from enemies from the north and south, and the dry climate of the Soma Plateau drives away moisture and insects that corrode books.” Olof shook his head. “Your jealousy is completely unnecessary, because real treasures are priceless only when they are shared. Although according to the girl’s order, you cannot take these books back to the Royal Academy, but you can live in the church temporarily and study these knowledge to your heart’s content.”

“You are so generous, Bishop.” Fiche bowed slightly to hide the coldness in his eyes. “I am really grateful. I believe my patron, the Duke of Orleans, will also be grateful.”

The door was closed by the guards, and the heavy car blocked out all the outside sounds. On the bench inside the car, a silver-haired girl in a nun’s uniform leaned on Allen and kissed him hard on the lips.

After a long time, the two slowly separated.

“Brother…you don’t know how much I miss you these days…”

The girl whispered softly, and her slender fingers wrapped in black lace gloves suddenly slid over and landed on Allen’s legs…

“This place… is full of life… I haven’t seen you for just a few days, but you’ve grown so much… I really underestimated you…”

Elstin’s cheeks flushed, and her right hand stroked the cloth, trying to break the seal.

“Elsiting, wait…” Allen wanted to struggle, “What if we are discovered by the people outside? When we return to the castle…”

“Rather, your brother’s seal is easier to be discovered, right? He is doing that to his own sister… I will just help him out with some difficulty… Just pour your spiritual energy into my shoes. It will be troublesome if it gets outside or on my body.”

The girl lifted her right leg and stretched out her black stockings-covered boots in front of Allen. “Dear brother, do what you used to like~”

The black stockings tightly wrapped around the jade feet appeared before my eyes, and an indescribable fragrance instantly filled the entire carriage, as fresh and fragrant as bamboo shoots after the rain.

A shallow dimple appears at the slender ankle, which is very charming.

He blinked his eyes, his expression fell into a rare dull state. By the time he reacted, his hands had already taken off the annoying black mid-calf boots from the girl’s feet, revealing her delicate, soft and elastic feet that were so thin that they could be held in one hand. There was a layer of fine beads on them, and the light pink on the soles of her feet looked extremely dazzling against her fair skin.

“Silly brother, are my feet so fascinating to you?” The silver-haired girl stared down at her condescendingly, with an unpredictable faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Allen suddenly recalled the shameful things he had done in the Duke’s mansion before. He once thought he had given up his “foot addiction”. Only then did he realize how ridiculous he was. A surge of bitterness surged in his heart. After struggling for a moment, he still opened his mouth slightly and took the exciting white and tender foot into his mouth.

“Yes, that’s right. This is my hopelessly stupid brother.” The girl smiled happily, her jade feet slightly arched into a graceful arc, making it easier for Allen to eat.

……

In the dim dungeon, the dim candlelight cast swaying shadows on the walls, and the air was filled with the stench of decay.

A girl in a noble long dress showed a cold and cruel smile. She had a beautiful face, a graceful figure, and wore a pair of white high boots on her slender and tender legs. However, those boots were covered with blood, and there was a dagger embedded in the sole of the boots, which looked eerie and terrifying.

Under the white boots of the noble daughter, there were more than a dozen trembling villagers kneeling. In front of the powerful pressure from the noble daughter, they couldn’t help but feel a little scared and suffocated.

Several timid villagers had become weak in the knees and fell to the ground.

“Sir.” The village representative kneeling in the front said tremblingly: “Can…can we give us a few more days? We will definitely pay all the taxes we owe…”

“Paying taxes is your sacred and inviolable obligation to the vassal state. Those who provide you with food and clothing should be rewarded. Those who bless you should be obeyed. This is what the Bible says.” Freya Ansuds interrupted the village chief and slowly paced around them.

She was very tall, and the villagers were all sitting on the ground, so the woman’s gaze was condescending, as if a goddess from high above was looking down at the untouchables on the ground, or as if she was selecting animals to be slaughtered.

No one dared to meet the gaze of the young lady from the vassal state. They all lowered their heads and trembled.

“But sir, we have already paid the taxes for last season…”

“It’s my decision whether to pay or not. Besides, the taxes for the middle and lower quarters are not even in sight. This is already very merciful to you lowly people.”

“Sir,” the villager explained tremblingly, “but the village has nothing to pay… the harvest this year is not good…”

“If you can’t pay it, then find a way yourself. Don’t you have a wife and daughter? Can’t you let them pick up customers and make money for you?” Freya said coldly, raised the whip in her hand, pointed at the village representative: “You, come out.”

The villager did not dare to resist, so he stood up tremblingly in the crowd, walked to Freya and knelt down.

Freya continued to command: “Lie down.”

The villager obediently lay on his back in front of her. He didn’t know what Freya wanted to do, but he didn’t dare to ask, so he could only lie on the ground trembling and wait.

Freya raised her thighs high, showing her snow-white high boots to the villagers like a queen. The sharp dagger-like heels were like a sharp weapon, enough to shock the villagers.

“open mouth.”

Freya ordered again.

The villager looked at the slender metal high heels flashing with cold light under Freya’s snow-white boots, and his body trembled even more. But under Freya’s cold gaze, he could not think of resisting at all, so he had to open his mouth obediently.

Freya slowly inserted the thin metal stiletto into his mouth and ordered arrogantly:

“Eat it.”

The villager closed his mouth tremblingly and took Freya’s sharp metal stiletto heel into his mouth.

“Very good~”

A barely perceptible cold smile appeared on Freya’s face.

Then, she pushed her jade feet down hard.

“Woo!”

Before the villager could react, the metal stiletto heel in his mouth instantly penetrated a long way down, piercing through his throat, then through his skull, and finally through his skull, coming out from the back of his head. The slender metal stiletto heel penetrated the villager’s entire throat and head, hitting the ground behind his head.

Then came the villagers’ beast-like screams.

“Woo—woo—woo—”

The villager still had Freya’s slender metal boot heel in his mouth and could only let out a whimper of pain – after piercing his throat and head, a large part of the snow-white metal stiletto heel was still sticking out of his mouth.

The other villagers were frightened by this tragic scene, and many of them started screaming. But Freya only glanced at them with her cold and arrogant eyes, and everyone immediately shut their mouths.

Freya laughed contemptuously and turned her gaze back to the villagers who were screaming in pain at her feet.

The villager’s mouth and throat were nailed shut by long metal stiletto heels, but he kept screaming and struggling, grabbing Freya’s ankles with his hands, trying to pull out the sexy white over-the-knee boots.

Unfortunately, all this was in vain under Freya’s proud long legs.

Chapter 244 High Boots Execution

Freya slowly turned her jade feet, and the slender and sharp metal high heels slowly twisted in his throat. Blood began to flow out of the villager’s mouth, and the blood that gushed out like a spring dyed the platform and heels of Freya’s snow-white boots red. Then the villager’s struggle became weaker and weaker, and soon, his hands holding Freya’s ankles loosened and stopped moving.

Less than two minutes.

Freya kicked the dead villager not far away, and he hit the wall. Then she pointed her finger in lace gloves at other people again.

“You, come out.”

The villager being pointed out had just witnessed the tragic death of the last villager under her sexy snow-white over-the-knee boots, so how could he dare to go out? He screamed and backed away desperately, not daring to stand out no matter what.

Freya sneered and waved her jade hand. A long white leather whip flew out of the air, and the barbed tip of the whip accurately hit the villager’s neck.

The villager screamed, and before he could struggle, he was dragged out of the crowd. He was dragged along the ground, watching himself getting closer and closer to Freya’s sexy snow-white boots. He struggled and screamed desperately in fear, but it was useless.

“Wu …

Soon, he was dragged under Freya’s snow-white boots. Freya raised her sexy snow-white over-the-knee boots and stomped hard on his chest. With a heavy thud, the villager spat out a mouthful of blood, which flew up half a meter high, and then the screams stopped abruptly.

“Be quiet.”

Freya said lightly, and gently scratched the villager’s crotch with her snow-white boots. The sharp metal stiletto heels easily cut open his pants, revealing the object underneath.

“Haha, seeing me slaughtering my own people, what is this despicable fellow ready to do?”

Freya laughed at him and used the platform of her snow-white boots to press his thing against her lower abdomen and began to teach him a lesson.

The villagers immediately let out soft moans of comfort.

“Wu…wuah…oh…oh…”

The waterproof platform of the snow-white boots was very cold and hard, and Freya’s foot skills were also very superb, and she was very comfortable with the training of the guys. In less than two minutes, the villagers were on the verge of spiritual power collapse.

“Ooooo… the dam is about to burst…”

But at this moment, Freya suddenly stopped moving her snow-white boots. The villagers’ senses suddenly disappeared, and they fell from the happy heaven.

“Eh? Huh? This…how…”

“Hehe~”

Freya paused for a while, waiting for the villagers’ desire to pour out their spiritual power to subside, and then she began to mock the snow-white boots again. A huge sense of collapse came again, and the villagers once again began to hum happily.

“Oh…ah…oh…”

When he was on the verge of collapse again, Freya once again stopped instructing him with her snow-white boots.

“Wu… Wuuuu… No, don’t do this… Wuuu…”

“Haha, don’t be impatient. How can this level of punishment satisfy me…”

In this way, Freya repeatedly and mentally tortured the villager in front of everyone in the dim underground cell, but she stopped precisely when his consciousness was about to collapse. For the first time in this endless inch-by-inch torture, the villager loved and hated the high boots.

Regardless of the fact that he was in front of everyone, he desperately begged Freya: “Wu… please… don’t, don’t, don’t use your high boots on me again… please, please just kill me…”

As for what would happen to him under Freya’s snow-white boots, he no longer cared about it.

“Hehehe, are you going to surrender so soon? You’re still far from it. I’m going to continue to punish you. Hehehe…” Just as Freya covered her mouth and chuckled, the door of the cell was pushed open.

Alfred covered his nose and glanced inside with disgust: “Why are you killing the people again? This is the third time this month, right?”

“This is how we deal with these untouchables who refuse to pay taxes.” Freya kept walking and looked at her brother: “Have you contacted the vassal state? What did the Duke of Orleans say?”

“He asked me to donate my territory to the Holy Land, and then go to the Vatican to pray or something like that.” Alfred tried hard to think about the content, “and then he will give me the position of cardinal.”

“Cardinal?” Freya was stunned.

“I think it was the bishop of the diocese? I can’t remember clearly.” Alfred waved his hand indifferently, “It’s almost the same anyway.”

Looking at her brother who looked nonchalant and whose stupidity was almost beyond words, Freya frowned and said, “Why the Holy Land? When will the vassal states be able to work with the Holy Land? Are we just going to let the matter of Alnion go?”

When the Pope was imprisoned in Alnion by a vassal state, it not only dealt a huge blow to the power of the Holy See, but also caused a complete break between the vassal state and the Papal State. She didn’t believe that these two almost mortal enemies could unite for a piece of earldom in Soma.

Freya felt like she had grasped some clues, but she had no idea what was going on.

“Who knows?” Alfred spread his hands. “Anyway, I’m going to make things difficult for them.”

“But you can’t just donate the land like this.” Freya shook her head. “The people in the vassal states are not so kind. If you really dare to donate the territory to the Holy Land, the Queen’s army will come before the Pope’s envoy arrives. The Duke of Verona is not easy to deal with. How long do you think the army of the North can last under the Duchess?”

Thinking of the famous Valkyrie Duke, even Alfred couldn’t help but take a deep breath, and then he became furious:

“Damn you vassal people! I knew you had bad intentions! Barbarians! Idiots! Bastards who will destroy our family lineage!”

After venting his anger, he immediately looked at Freya eagerly:

“You must have a solution, right? Freya, give me some advice, what should I do?”

“…There is a way.” Freya thought for a moment, a hint of coldness flashed across her lips, “You forgot that we have a younger brother, didn’t you?”

Alfred was stunned: “You mean…”

“Let Allen inherit the North in his father’s name, and then donate the North to the Church in Allen’s name. This way, we can satisfy the demands of the vassal states and avoid the Queen’s wrath.” Freya raised her lips, her smile was particularly seductive, “Isn’t it perfect?”

After a brief pause, Alfred asked unwillingly:

“Is it so easy for that damned legitimate son?”

“Don’t worry, this position is not so easy to hold. Once he takes it, he will have a hard time… You go and negotiate with the vassal states and ask them not to rush to assassinate. When the bishop dies, Allen must be under our control. When he dies, I will give Elstin to you… Haven’t you always wanted that girl? As long as Orlov and Allen are dead, won’t you still be able to do whatever you want with a little girl?”

In the end, these words touched Alfred. When he thought of the beautiful and innocent silver-haired girl, he felt that his seal was particularly strong and he licked his lips involuntarily.

Alfred’s footsteps gradually faded away, and Freya turned her attention back to her own feet.

The painful torture lasted for nearly fifteen minutes, and the villager was almost on the verge of mental collapse. Freya then announced proudly: “Okay, then as you wish, I will grant you the relief…” Then, the rich lady lifted her snow-white boots, raised her slender legs slightly, and kicked the villager hard between his buttocks.

boom!

“what–“

With a scream and a muffled sound, the villagers were finally kicked into a state of disarray as they had hoped. A large amount of spiritual energy poured out and was kicked to splash everywhere. The ground around them, the villagers’ bodies and faces, and Freya’s sexy snow-white boots were all covered with scattered white spiritual energy.

“Ah ah ah ah ah–“