<h4>Chapter 24: Showdown between the New and Old Ruler inside the Stanley City’s Suzerain Pce Part 2</h4>


    Ximengsi Continent’s southern part, the central region of Steinbeck Fief, in the Emperor Hall of Stanley City’s imperial pce


    Using the directions from the summoned demonic creatures, Clyde snuck into the pce hall where demonized former suzerain Duke Andrew was located. Due to the fact that any demonic creatures he encountered would immediately offer their services to him, he didn’t encounter any obstructions along the way and smoothly arrived at the center region of the pce. Here, Clyde finally saw the ruler of this ce, demonized former Suzerain Duke Andrew.


    Now, Duke Andrew didn’t have the appearance of Human Race. He had be something simr to a zombie. His entire face was rotten, melting his facial features together. If it were not for the rtively elegant clothes he wore still having the Duke’s insignia, Clyde would have thought that he had encountered a necromancer. In this different world, if one of Human Race wanted to cultivate undead magic, they had to pay a huge price, using up arge amount of their vitality and also facing other aftermaths. Naturally, their appearance would be like a rotting corpse’s.


    Those necromancers who didn’t suffer such bacsh effects would usually not be of a pure Human Race blood lineage. Even if they were not from Demon Race, they would have a blood lineage from Demon Race. Only necromancers with Demon Race’s blood lineage could avoid bing like a rotting corpse. The Human Race necromancers who cultivated undead magic were called Undead Magician, since they could not reach the mark of a true necromancer. In professional standing, they belonged to an unorthodox stream and were in an awkward plight.


    Although it had already been over a hundred years since Duke Andrew had transformed into a monster, he still hadn’t forgotten his former duke identity. The Duke’s ceremonial outfit was already tattered and not at all presentable, but he didn’t care the least and still wore it. However, Clyde’s focus was not on Duke Andrew, there was nothing worth examining about that zombie-like fellow. Clyde’s focus was on theyout of this hall. It was simply too wicked, making him unable to avoid paying attention to it.


    In this big hall were actually dozens of captives, all gorgeous women. These were the female adventurers and mercenaries who hade here before. While Clyde had been discussing the terms of her sponsorship with Witch Ista, arge number of adventurers had followed the mercenary groups to explore Steinbeck Fief, trying to gain the divine artifact first, yet they had all been wiped out by Duke Andrew’s summoned demonic creatures.


    Other than these captured women, all the other adventurers and mercenaries had died tragic deaths in the wilderness. The equipment and clothing of these beautiful women had all beenpletely dissolved by variant slimes during their capture. Now, they hung in shameful states without a thread of cloth on their bodies. In addition, they were treated as imprisoned ves to be yed with by the demonic creatures in this hall.


    Above each and every pir on both sides of this hall, a stark-naked beautiful woman was disyed. Their hands were bound by an iron chain and fixed to the pirs using iron hoops above their heads. Their snow-white legs were parted to two sides and bound with an iron chain, making a “M”-style shameful spreading posture. All the secret parts of their bodies werepletely exposed for outsiders to enjoy. The ck leather cors on their necks were especially conspicuous, and a small ck iron rod stuffed in their small mouths yed the role of a small gagging ball.


    Because ck cloths blindfolded them, Clyde was unable to see their current expressions. He could only see their bright-redplexions and pouty mouths. Their postures were simply too shameful. Even though they were adventurers and mercenaries, they were unable to bear such a shameful public disy. While each was a tough fighter, they’d never been humiliated like this before as fearsome adventurers. On each ck cor around each woman’s neck hung a conspicuous tag. They appeared no different from ves about to be sold. On the corners of their mouths were clear wet-stains. Clyde couldn’t guess whether they had already been yed with until they had be mere ves to pleasure.


    The most naughty sights didn’t hang from these pirs but were rather at the side of Duke Andrew. Duke Andrew did not sit on a throne. In his shabby pce, there was not a single decent item to disy, and it was impossible for him to forge that kind of emperor-specific pure-gold throne. But, from a male standpoint, Clyde felt that Andrew’s throne was absolutely a lot morefortable than any human emperor’s pure-gold throne. A wave of jealousy filled him as he took in the sight.


    Beneath Andrew were four beautiful women. Two of them kneeled side by side, and Andrew sat on their smooth backs. As for the other two, they symmetrically bent on the left and right sides. Their smooth backs were used as abination between an armrest and a small table. At this moment, a golden goblet filled with fine grape wine and some silver trays bearing delicious snacks rested on their backs.


    In front of Duke Andrew, three women bent next to each other. They were used as a dining table. There were various kinds of things on their fair back. Although these beautiful women were not hung on the pirs for disy, they were still forced to serve this evil demon. On the ck cor each wore, besides a tag was an attached long chain that facilitated others in dragging them away when they had a task for thesedies to perform.


    Those beautiful women’s mouths were also each stuffed with a small ball. They couldn’t make any words to voice theirints, only pitifully moaning or groaning once in a while. At the corners of their mouths, wet-stains could be clearly seen. In addition, the ck blindfolds they wore clearly had tear stains. Clyde could make out their flushed, hotplexions caused by their unbearable humiliation. Being treated as tables and chairs to toy with, this humiliation was several times greater than being disyed on a pir.


    The banquet in this hall was simply too wicked. Clyde almost thought that he had taken the wrong turn and arrived at the site of a film shoot or was trapped inside a CG scene of a “H-Game”. There were stark-naked, ck-cored, blindfolded, and gaged captured beautiful women everywhere. Clearsh marks decorated their fair skin along with red wax marks. This was all simply proof of the bullying they had received.


    Although they still had enough sense to feel humiliation, these beautiful captives werepletely obedient, and Clyde wondered about how long they had been imprisoned here. Now, their bodies were soaked in sweat, and their lower parts also had strange wet stains. Had they already scaled the summit many times? Clyde didn’t know. The main point was that on the tags of the ck cors they wore were special red seals. ording to the rules of “rk Alliance,” that mark proved that they were already special products. They hadpletely be the private things of Duke Andrew.


    Later, Clyde would discover that he was wrong. The most wicked ce within the pce was an underground prison. The beautiful captives in the pce hall were allparatively weaker and thus easier to tame because theycked the willpower to resist this senseless debauchery. Thoseparatively stronger beautiful female adventures and mercenaries were currently imprisoned in the underground prison. There, they were experiencing all kinds of shameful training methods that were basically unimaginable to a non-perverse mind.


    After Clyde secretly sized up Duke Andrew’s antics, he was dumbfounded. That fellow’s “crime tool” had long since rotted away and was nowhere to be found. Wasn’t this just wasting resources? The captive beauties here weren’tpletely inundated with pleasure, this fellow clearly couldn’t y, and even slimes didn’t want to obey him. Clearly, this former Suzerain was a disqualified “old driver.”


    “Who is sneaking in here!? Eh! You are...”


    “Cough, cough! Your Majesty Andrew, I havee to bury you... No, no. I havee to take over your fief. Now, can youy down everything and leave?”