The flames rose from her feet and quickly faded.
This was the 23rd practice.
Another failure.
Anna's naked body was covered in sweat, and the heat immediately rose up, making a sizzling sound.
She did not stop at all and started the next practice. The witch uniform was neatly folded and put aside. If she had not insisted on doing so at the beginning, the clothes would have turned into ashes in the flames.
Since they were all going to be burned, Roland did not prepare extra clothes for Anna. Instead, he stood aside and admired Anna's sweaty body openly. Anna did not care. After all, she had been seen in her most dirty postures. Now she was just naked, which was no big deal. However, Anna did not realize that her sense of shame was slowly decreasing.
The 24th practice finally worked. The flames no longer rose from her feet, but appeared out of thin air in her palm. She raised her arm carefully, trying to move it to her fingertips, but the flames shook twice and suddenly jumped up her arm.
Anna put away the flames, picked up the towel beside her expressionlessly, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then took a big sip of water from the prepared cup.
Roland found that he really couldn't remain calm in front of a naked little girl - especially when this little girl turned into a flame, her figure had a special charm.
The sweaty body shone in the sunlight and the flames. Roland could clearly see large drops of water flowing down her snow-white chest, across her nipples, then down her flat belly into the valley, and finally dripping on her pink labia.
A large amount of desire was growing in his mind. Roland once again recalled the night in the underground cell before. Anna's warm, moist, and tight vagina wrapped around his penis. As he kept pumping, the vaginal fluid kept gushing out, and the intense pleasure drained all his semen.
Roland shook his head and threw away all the distracting thoughts. At present, it is not easy to master this power. The interim goal he set for Anna was that the flames should be released from her palms or fingers without damaging her clothes, and the temperature should be high enough to melt the pig iron ingots in the pool.
After the 30th practice failed, Roland stopped her.
"Take a break."
Anna stared at him blankly without responding.
Roland had no choice but to walk over, take the girl's hand and lead her to the chair, and force her to sit down.
"You are tired. You should take a break when you are tired. Don't force yourself. We still have a lot of time," he helped her wipe her sweaty body, and with great willpower controlled his hands not to touch her round and plump body, "Let's have afternoon tea first."
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Roland knew that the nobles of the Kingdom of Graycastle did not have the habit of enjoying afternoon tea. The productivity of this world was so poor that people could hardly have the leisure to taste exquisite food. Three meals a day were not popular, let alone four meals
a day. As for the idle dandies, they usually gathered in bars or casinos at this time. If there was no such habit, they could create one. There were snacks ready, and if there was no tea, beer could be used instead. After knowing that he was going to a remote border town, the fourth prince brought his maids, servants and chefs with him.
So the first afternoon tea party was held in a simple wooden shed in the back garden of the castle.
Anna looked at the plates of exquisite snacks and could not believe her eyes. Why can food be made so beautiful?
Although she could not name the specific pastries, the combination of pure white appearance and bright red fruit itself made people feel appetizing, especially the delicate patterns dotted on the outside of the pastries, which made her worldview once again be engraved with a heavy stroke.
Roland looked at Anna's bewildered expression with pride. It's just a strawberry cream cake. Look how scared you are, a country bumpkin. And the strawberries are pickled with sugar. They don't taste fresh.
What's more interesting than eating is to appreciate the witch's expression. Roland watched her carefully put the cake into her mouth. Her blue eyes were almost glowing and her hair was shaking. Suddenly, he had the illusion that he was watching a food animation.
- Food that doesn't glow is not good food!
Well, this kind of role development is not bad.
So watching Anna practice and enjoying afternoon tea with her became Roland's daily life. Even if he didn't ask about government affairs, Barov would help him to manage them in an orderly manner.
But there were also troubles. Looking at the girl's delicate body all day long, especially after experiencing the beauty of this body personally, how to control one's desire became a problem. In particular, Anna did not feel shy at all about the prince's lower body with a small hill sticking out of his pants, which made Roland even more embarrassed. Fortunately, there were maids. Tyr was a maid trained by Roland's predecessor. She had smooth blonde hair, a pretty face, and a plump figure. When Roland patted her butt, Tyr would sensibly pose in the right position. The predecessor often used Tyr to exchange maids or concubines with other noble sons. The nobles were very promiscuous.
At night, in Roland's room,
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I can't take it anymore... Tyr can't take it anymore! Tyr is going to be fucked to death by His Highness's big cock!"
Maid Tyr held the edge of the bed with both hands, the skirt of the maid's dress was lifted to her waist, and her plump thighs were forcibly spread apart by Roland. Roland thrust his lower body rapidly, hitting Tyr's plump buttocks hard, making a rapid "pa pa pa" sound. It must be said that although the predecessor of this body was a drunkard, whore and gambler, the core strength of this waist was well trained. Such a fierce waist exercise has lasted for twenty minutes. If it were Roland before the time travel, it would probably take five minutes.
Roland was excited and slapped Tyr's buttocks, causing the buttocks to fluctuate.
"Lift your ass up again! Tighten your pussy, the prince is coming!"
Hearing this, Tyr quickly stood on tiptoe, matching Roland's rhythm, and skillfully pushed her buttocks back while Roland was sprinting, allowing Roland to penetrate deeper into her, and tried to tighten her pussy. She knew that Roland was about to ejaculate, and she must give the prince the best ejaculation experience!
"Tyr is coming too! Tyr wants His Highness to ejaculate all in! Give the thick semen to the lowly Tyr's lowly cunt!" Tyr naturally knew what Roland liked, and screamed loudly, begging for Roland's semen like a slut.
Although Roland was no longer the same Roland, he was also extremely excited when he heard the vulgar and lewd words of the maid Tyr. It was as if he had hit the G-spot. He rushed forward desperately, and his whole body lay on Tyr, letting her weak body bear his weight. He pulled down the loose collar on Tyr's chest with both hands, took out the two large lumps of soft flesh, and kneaded them vigorously.
Roland felt that he was about to reach his limit. After pumping vigorously a few more times, his lower body pressed firmly against Tyr's plump buttocks, and his fingers grabbed the brown nipples and squeezed them hard.
Tyr raised her head and let out a sharp cry, shaking all over. A large amount of lewd water gushed out from the depths of her vagina and hit Roland's sensitive glans. Roland could no longer control himself, and his sperm gate loosened, and thick sperm shot into Tyr's vagina in streams.
For some reason, the back of Tyr was replaced by Anna's. Roland recalled the wonderful feeling of fucking Anna with the jailer that night, and the semen in his lower body spurted out uncontrollably.
Roland, who had shot more than ten streams of semen, lay on Tyr's back like a dead dog to rest. Tyr did not dare to move rashly, for fear of disturbing Roland.
After resting, Roland pulled out the already limp penis from Tyr's flesh hole. Tyr felt Roland's withdrawal and quickly turned around, holding Roland's penis in his mouth, and carefully cleaning it with his clever tongue.
Roland wanted to stop him, but Tyr's oral cleaning was really comfortable, and in his impression, Tyr had always done so. Roland did not want to reveal his flaws, so he did not stop him.
In fact, there was a deeper dark psychology in his heart. It was really nice to see a beautiful woman letting him fuck her, saying obscene and lowly words, and working hard to clean up after the job. Is this power?
The warm tongue swept over every part of the glans carefully, sweeping away the remaining semen and vaginal fluid. When Tyr spit out Roland's penis, the semen in his body had already flowed from the hole to the carpet. Tyr said nothing when he saw this, and lay directly on the ground, stretched out his small tongue to lick the semen bit by bit, and stretched out his other hand to his crotch to catch the flowing semen.
"Ah, your highness's semen! Don't waste it, Tyr will eat it all." Tyr muttered to himself as he put the semen in his hand into his mouth.
Roland didn't expect Tyr to be trained so thoroughly by his predecessor, and he didn't stop Tyr for a while. When he came to his senses, Tyr had already knelt in front of him obediently, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, indicating that he had eaten it all.
Roland smiled bitterly. There was nothing to say at this point. He would be nicer to Tyr in the future and couldn't let her do such things that trampled on her self-esteem. However, the lower body that slowly raised its head showed that Roland's words were insincere.
"Tyr, come and serve me on the bed."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Tyr obediently helped Roland undress, and then let Roland lie on the soft bed. He gently held Roland's half-soft cock and licked Roland's scrotum with his tongue and mouth.
When the cock in his hand became hard again, Tyr spread his legs and knelt on both sides of Roland's body, holding the cock with one hand and spreading the labia with the other hand, and took the cock into his body again. This time, it was Tyr who took the lead, not wanting His Highness to overwork.
Tyr's beautiful body moved up and down, giving Roland a brand new experience. He couldn't help but reach out and hold the bouncing breasts, letting his whole palm feel the wonderful touch.
After an unknown amount of time, Tyr's movements gradually slowed down. He panted and supported his hands on Roland's chest, but his lower body continued to swallow the cock. Finally, with a muffled groan, Roland once again filled Tyr's honey pot with semen.
Roland was already exhausted, and said to Tyr, "Sleep with me tonight," and then fell asleep with his dick inserted into Tyr's body.
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Three days later, Barov sent the sorted data of Border Town to Roland's office. This was absolutely incredible before. The Fourth Prince actually had the patience to read such a large and tedious report.
In fact, he doesn't have it now. Roland felt dizzy after reading only two lines, and said directly to Barov, "Read it to me."
After spending an hour listening to the report of the minister's assistant, he found something wrong, "Why are the taxes and trade in Border Town zero every winter?"
The temperature is low in winter, and it is understandable that the harvests decline, but what does it mean to return to zero directly? Do the local people have the habit of hibernation?
Barov coughed twice, "Your Highness, have you forgotten? Winter is the Demonic Month. Border Town has no defense capabilities, and all residents must move to Changge Fortress. But please rest assured, Your Highness's safety must be the top priority."
Demonic Month? Roland recalled that there seemed to be such a term - before that, he didn't take ghost legends, evil witches, etc. seriously, thinking that they were just nonsense in the uncivilized world. But now it seems that witches do exist, whether they are evil or not. So... what about other widely circulated ghost legends?
When teaching in the palace, the history teacher talked about the evil moon in detail. After the first snow falls in winter every year, the sun is dim, and the gate of hell in the Dragon Ridge Mountains will open at this moment.
The evil breath from hell will corrode living beings and turn them into slaves of the devil. Some animals will mutate into powerful evil beasts and attack humans. Most witches are born in this season, and their power is far greater than usual.
"Have you seen it? The gate of hell," Roland asked.
"Your Highness, how can ordinary people see it!" Barov shook his head repeatedly. "Not to mention that the Dragon Ridge Mountains are impossible to cross, even approaching the mountains will be affected by the evil aura. The mildest ones will have a headache, and the worst ones will lose their minds. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless that person is a witch. Only witches can see the gate of hell, because they have fallen into the minions of the devil and are naturally not affected by the evil aura." At this point, Barov turned his head and glanced at the back garden.
"What about the evil beasts? You must have seen evil beasts, right?" Roland knocked on the table unhappily.
"Well, I haven't seen it. Like your Highness, I am here for the first time in the borderland. In the center of the kingdom, Graycastle, few people can encounter real evil."
Migrating once a year, how can this place develop? Originally, he thought that the border town was just barren land, but there was still potential for development. Now it seems to be a big pit.
"The fact that Changsong Fortress can resist evil beasts means that they can also be killed, and they are not invincible! Then why can't we defeat them in Border Town?"
"Changsong Fortress has huge walls and is stationed with Duke Ryan's elite troops. It is not comparable to a small place like Border Town," Barov explained. "From the beginning, the purpose of establishing Border Town was to provide early warning for the fortress, so it was established between Beipo Ridge and Chishui River."
Roland sneered, blocking the enemy's path like cannon fodder.