A Plan to Turn the Tide

Chapter 38 A Cunning Plan (Please add to your favorites and read on)

A rustling sound arose as Amelanda took off her long dress.

Depend on!

I actually predicted it correctly!

Alphonse cursed inwardly.

Fortunately, the nobleman's evening gown was not easy to take off, unlike the zippers of later generations. Amelanda had to untie the ties at the back one by one.

This is not the time to peek at spring scenery.

Besides, there wasn't much to see; she was wearing an inner lining and a tight corset underneath, so only half of her body was visible.

Alphonse sat up abruptly and pounced like a cheetah.

The wind was howling.

Amelanda was startled and turned her head to look at him in shock.

Just as she was about to cry out in surprise, Alphonse was already close in front of her, one hand covering her small mouth, the other hand forming a sword with his fingers, swiftly stabbing her mute and numb acupoints.

Before Amelanda could even utter a cry, her mouth was covered tightly, and she froze on the spot, only her eyes still rolling around, flashing with panic.

She had no idea how she had been tapped twice, causing her to freeze completely, unable to move even a finger, and unable to speak.

Alphonse's cold gaze filled her with immense fear, yet she was powerless to struggle.

It seemed as if ripples appeared in Alphonse's eyes, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

He lost consciousness and instantly lost all thought, becoming like someone with dementia.

Alphonse's Innate Formless Divine Skill was nearing completion of the first level, and his true energy had increased considerably. Using the "Soul-Capturing Technique" was now much easier, and he didn't even need to add any musical manipulation to deal with this defenseless noblewoman.

In other words, I can't release my strength outwards yet; otherwise, I could subdue her by striking her acupoints from a distance, and there would be no need to rush over.

I listened carefully and confirmed that no one else was approaching.

Alphonse released his hand from covering Amelanda's mouth and used his fingers to release her speech impediment.

"Tell me your reason for coming to me. Why did you take your clothes off?"

"If I sleep with you, I'll get the chance to become a baroness," Amelanda replied, seemingly lost in thought.

So it really was for the sake of self-sacrifice.

But this answer did not satisfy Alphonse, and he still had doubts.

You think you can just have sex with me and expect me to marry you?

That would be overestimating the integrity of the nobility.

A fleeting romance is nothing, especially when it involves a merchant's daughter.

Furthermore, in their eyes, they were so drunk they were completely unconscious, so how could anything possibly happen? It was clearly a scam.

Do I look that easy to manipulate?

However, the questions need to be asked one by one.

"I'm drunk, aren't I? Do you have a way to make something happen between us?"

"I brought aphrodisiacs and incense to refresh you. Just give you the aphrodisiac, wait for it to take effect, and then I'll wake you up."

Alphonse turned his head and glanced at the two items on the table, then pursed his lips.

They've prepared quite thoroughly.

"Then how can you be so sure that I will definitely marry you?"

"Once I sleep with you, Ferren will come over soon. He'll use this to blackmail you into marrying me."

Alphonse frowned; there seemed to be a subtle meaning behind Amelanda's words.

"What is your relationship with Ferren?"

"He's my cousin, I'm his lover, and I'm pregnant with his child," Amelanda said, delivering a shocking answer.

Alphonse was taken aback.

No wonder Feren would set a trap for himself.

Damn it! They actually want to make me a cuckold? They want me to take over their business?

Alphonse was no longer the peasant boy he once was; he had seen all sorts of schemes and tricks.

By combining the preceding and following information, the overall context of the matter has been roughly clarified.

Ferren probably only saw Amelanda as a plaything, which is why he didn't mind letting her sacrifice her body to deceive him.

Thinking further ahead, if she were to be successfully coerced into agreeing to the marriage, it would be perfectly normal for him, as Amelanda's family member, to send some guards to Coldwind Territory.

If it were that fool from before, he would probably be grateful, having been sold out and still helping the seller count the money, and would have no choice but to obediently raise Faylen's children, slowly being sidelined.

Moreover, the key is still in Ferren's hands, and he can call Amelanda back at any time to unlock her lock.

pit!

Absolutely a rip-off!

I asked Amelanda a few questions.

Having fallen under the spell of soul-capturing, Emeralda answered every question, revealing all her secrets.

As expected, this was indeed Faerun's plan. He not only wanted to take over the territory, but also wanted to gradually erode Coldwind Territory.

Alphonse, already prone to anger, was enraged upon hearing the confirmation of these events.

He quickly began to think about how to resolve this matter.

We can't let that bastard Faren get away with this so easily!

However, killing him is not a realistic option.

Coldwind Territory was not prepared to face a war launched by an earl.

Time flies.

Light footsteps echoed in the outer corridor.

There was more than one person who came; the other person's footsteps were slightly heavier.

It must be that Faerûn brought his attendants with him.

"Alphonse, my dear friend, how are you resting?" Ferren greeted him as he pushed open the door.

He was ready to unleash a torrent of abuse the moment he saw Alphonse sleeping with his cousin.

But the script didn't unfold as he had imagined.

As soon as the door opened, Feren stepped into the room excitedly and saw Amelanda, dressed neatly, sitting at the round table.

Ferren was taken aback and turned to look at the large bed in the room. There was a bulge under the blankets, as if someone was sleeping inside.

Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard the servant behind him let out a muffled groan and fall sideways to the ground.

The sound of wind and thunder suddenly arose.

The claw-like shadows split apart, creating numerous afterimages, and lunged at Faerun.

It was Alphonse who launched the surprise attack, knocking down the servant with a single blow. Without pausing, he swiftly reached out with his claws to grab Faerûn.

Nine Dragons Fist!

Dragon-Capturing Stance!

Of all the martial arts available now, only the Nine Dragons Fist is best suited for close-quarters combat.

Compared to the day of the honor duel, the power of the Nine Dragons Fist is incomparable; it is much stronger.

In a panic, Feren's arm was instantly enveloped in a shimmering white halo, and he swung a powerful punch at Alphonse.

He was confident in dealing with Alphonse; even if he took two hits, he believed he could take Alphonse down with one punch.

His fighting spirit had already reached the second level, which was far beyond what Keber could compare to.

However, the punch he threw missed Alphonse. Instead, the claws grabbed Alphonse's wrist and twisted it, their claws moving upwards like serpents.

In an instant, his arm was struck several times.

The fighting spirit that enveloped it instantly dissipated.

Alphonse crouched down and intercepted Feren's kick with a low kick.

With a series of spinning and striking motions, several claws landed on Feren's body.

Feren only managed to utter half a cry of pain before his body stiffened and he froze on the spot.

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