Chapter 36：Cecilia's Choice
Seeing that the capable pharmacist he brought was actually poisoned to death by Allen, Carl was instantly furious!
Not daring to provoke Bergrui did not mean he wouldn't dare to take action against Allen, this "lowly commoner"!
In a fit of rage, coupled with the loss of a rare pharmacist, Carl immediately drew his sword and charged at Allen!
Under Allen's control, Bergrui was no longer the same as before, and was about to draw his sword to kill Carl in an instant.
But Allen forcibly controlled him, making him unable to move.
Allen allowed Carl to charge at him.
The sharp tip of the sword was about to pierce Allen's chest.
At this moment, Allen moved!
At this moment, Allen demonstrated strength second only to Bergrui.
He grabbed the heavy brass medicine pot with his bare hands and easily blocked Carl's sword.
Then, he kicked Carl's wrist, causing him to drop the sword.
Next, a scene that made everyone laugh appeared: Allen swung the copper pot and hit Carl's face.
"Ah—!" Carl screamed and flew backward.
With a thud, Carl fell onto the hard stone floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with two broken teeth.
Allen had held back; otherwise, Carl's head would have been smashed to pieces!
What made people laugh was Allen's humiliating act of hitting Carl with a copper pot and the black mark on Carl's face!
Carl never thought that one day he would be hit and sent flying by a "lowly commoner" with a copper pot.
Such a disgrace was simply unheard of!
If this matter spread, he would definitely become the laughingstock of the nobles in Bakken City, let alone enter the noble circles of Markland Island!
But the cunning Carl forcibly swallowed this humiliation. The situation forced him; if he turned hostile now, he would definitely not escape!
"Fine, fine, fine! Brother Bergrui, this is your pharmacist! Very good! I think Father will be happy to grant a knight's title!"
With that, he got up, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go!"
He and his men left the village without stopping for a moment.
Several thoughts flashed through Allen's mind, but he ultimately decided against taking action.
Now was not the time to kill.
What happened here would undoubtedly be reported back to Bakken and reach Viscount Obion.
Without a doubt, this was a drama of noble heirs fighting for inheritance rights.
How could a suddenly risen illegitimate child swallow his anger?
It was only natural to retaliate fiercely against the younger brother who had once humiliated him.
As the saying goes, the crying child gets the milk!
To gain the favor and support of the old wolf, the young wolf must learn to show its teeth!
Allen intended to use Bergrui as a banner to hollow out the Obion family and seek development for himself!
Power, wealth, beauty, or morality, honor, and character?
Human energy is limited; some things are absolutely incompatible!
Those who stand at the pinnacle of power, possessing wealth and beauty, never constrain themselves with morality and honor!
You can't have your cake and eat it too!
To climb to the top, you must face reality and abandon the ridiculous sense of morality and honor!
Throughout history, which political entity, which emperor or general, has not worn a human skin while ignoring humanity?
But the successful are not criticized!
In his previous life on Earth, Allen had seen too much.
The naive lies of childhood were easily shattered by social reality!
Seeing countless opportunists rise with the wind; seeing many new-age landlords get rich overnight; seeing countless young girls entertain with their beauty!
Allen understood that if hard work could lead to wealth, the world's richest person would be a donkey!
The essence of the world has always been naked and bloody!
Either conquer it or succumb to it.
At least in the wild world of Gondwana, nobles ran rampant, and the empire acted recklessly without so many pretenses.
What you can do, I can do too, and even better!
Throughout history, from ancient times to the present, there has only been one large-scale activity that manufactures power and wealth.
To be civilized, call it founding a nation!
To be straightforward, call it seizing territory!
...
Carl and his men left in disgrace.
In the short term, there would be no external forces interfering with Allen's development.
After completely stabilizing his territory, the nominally forest protection team, which had actually become Allen's gang, was about to enter a phase of rapid development.
Allen could finally relax a bit.
The first million in life is always the hardest.
Once the first step is achieved, the rest follows naturally.
After methodically assigning tasks, Allen planned to take a team and thoroughly patrol the various areas of the Estuary Rainforest.
This area was already under his control, and no other poaching or logging gangs were allowed to appear!
At the same time, Allen needed to find a suitable contract plant during this period to make a green wizard's oath.
With a contract plant, the power of a plant mage would greatly increase!
But before Allen set off with his team, one night, a close maid brought him a message—Cecilia wanted to see him.
"What is this woman up to again?" Allen frowned.
The reason he hadn't dealt with her before was, firstly, considering the existence of the Obion family; secondly, considering Bergrui to avoid any unexpected situations; and thirdly, some apprehension about the powerful nobles behind Cecilia.
An illegitimate daughter from Markland Island, Allen didn't want to provoke trouble for now.
The isolated Markland Island was the capital of the Red Cedar Kingdom and the stronghold of the nobles.
The nobles there were powerful, with many extraordinary beings in mysticism.
Because of their isolation and strength, Markland could ruthlessly exploit the inland populace.
After all, no matter how the inland populace rebelled, they couldn't cross the sea to attack the noble stronghold.
But now, without provoking her, Cecilia came to provoke him!
Let's see what tricks this woman wants to play!
Entering the dungeon chamber, closing the door, and dismissing the maid and other irrelevant personnel.
"Speak, what do you want this time?" Allen coldly stared at the slightly thin Cecilia.
It had to be said, this young woman had a slender figure and a seductive physique.
The blend of innocence and maturity, purity and allure, was like a red apple with a hint of green, making one want to take a fierce bite!
"Let me out, and I'll tell you everything, and I swear I won't do anything to harm you!" Cecilia's big, watery eyes looked pitifully at Allen.
"How can I be sure you're telling the truth?"
"Little Obion is already your puppet; I'm just a weak woman with no power to interfere with you!" The days of imprisonment made her recall the tragic experiences of being an illegitimate child. As a woman with considerable wisdom and a clear understanding of reality, she knew what her last bargaining chip was...
Allen sneered, "Do you think I will believe you?"
Seeing Allen's resoluteness and unshaken expression, Cecilia's face changed from pale to red, finally making a decision.
She lifted her pink dress, slowly walked up to Allen, and pressed herself against him...
Her warm, fragrant, sweet lips gently covered Allen's mouth, her soft little tongue actively delving in for a deep kiss with Allen, guiding his hand to her chest to knead.
A few minutes later, she looked at Allen and said, "Master, please be gentle."
Alan looked at her coquettish yet pure appearance, and the lust in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
He went forward, his hands kept moving, and he took off Cecilia's clothes in two or three strokes, revealing her fair body.
Pink nipples, flat belly, big and round buttocks, and a tuft of black pubic hair on her vulva.
Looking between the legs, there was a pink gap with lustful liquid on it, and the liquid slowly accumulated and fell to the ground in a thread-like shape.
"Fuck! You coquettish bitch, I'm going to punish you severely tonight!"
After saying that, Alan flew over and fucked her hard!
The horseback riding began...