Chapter 133: A World of Sensual Pleasures

“With his body. What else?” Little Joseph replied curiously.

“Which part of his body? His head? Or some other parts?” Moxinke continued with a strictly scientific attitude.

“No. Not his head. His belly.”

“Got it. Go on.” Moxinke waved his hand.

“I saw it very clearly. Each time Paul hit her, the Abyssal Siren would scream. It lasted a long time! Paul finally spared her when she couldn’t take the pain anymore. He was also saying something about feeling satisfied. I say he’s even worse than Gerald, taking pleasure in torturing prisoners.”

“Are you sure the Abyssal Siren couldn’t move because of pain?” Moxinke interrupted.

“Moxinke!” Sylner couldn’t control her anger any more and rushed over to pluck Moxinke’s ear.

“Stop! I’m being serious!” Moxinke shouted.

“Serious? Is this how you behave when you act ‘serious’?!” Sylner twisted his ear. Though she had made her decision to act gentle in front of Moxinke, this topic was too dirty, and Moxinke’s behavior was too disappointing. She finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Moxinke’s shout abruptly stopped, and his face flushed. In desperation, he grasped Sylner’s wrist and tried to wrench her hand away.

“Stop with the childish tantrum!” Han Jin pounded the table and roared.

Sylner was startled. She immediately looked back at Han Jin and reluctantly loosened her hand when she saw the icy expression on Han Jin’s face.

“Go on. What then?” Han Jin said to Little Joseph.

“And then… I was discovered. General Paul ordered his guard to chase me away.”

“Huh? That day… were they the one that beat you?” Keeley suddenly remembered.

“Yes.” Little Joseph nodded stuffily.

“They beat you?” Moxinke popped his eyes. Even though he wanted to beat Little Joseph too, that was a matter within the group. They would never allow outsiders to dispense justice at their whims!

“No, they just whipped me once.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Han Jin asked.

“I didn’t want to stir up trouble.”

Han Jin fell silent for a while. “Alright, forget about it then. Don’t tell anyone else.”

“Raphael…” Sunier had observed the expression on Han Jin’s face. “Does this whole thing have to do with the prisoners?”

“I’m not sure. I will go look myself tonight.” Han Jin picked up the golden flag Reg gave him. It was a very timely gift in fact, as he would otherwise have to use another charm of Earthmeld.

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Just as Reg had told them, the camp was so heavily guarded that not even a drop of water could go through unnoticed. Vigilant soldiers patrolled everywhere. Thanks to the golden flag, Han Jin could walk freely in the camp. The guards finally loosened a bit when he reached the center; after all, if an enemy managed to go this far undetected, no amount of guards would make a difference.

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The prisoner camp was in front of him. Han Jin hid himself in the dark shadows and covertly moved forward.

In the camp, there were one hundred or more Minotaurs who were all snoring away thunderously. Not far away, there were some soldiers talking. Han Jin could only see their lips moving, but couldn’t hear their voices.

He frowned and softly lifted up the curtain of the tent. Inside, there were around seven or eight Minotaurs with their hands and feet tied together to their backs. No wonder they snored so loudly; the posture was really uncomfortable.

After a moment, Han Jin had circled around the prisoner camp. Nothing was abnormal, but he didn’t lose his patience yet. He chose one tent with a good view, pulled up the pole fixing it in place, then snuck in from the back before replacing the pole.

Apart from some Minotaurs, there were also some barrels in the tent. Han Jin was curious and went closer, only to find Evil Eyes in them. He didn’t know which evil genius had come up with such a nefarious prison. The top of the barrels were lined with iron spikes, while the tentacles of these creatures were pressed to the bottom. If they wanted to escape, they would have to press themselves into the rugs first.

The candle in the tent posed some trouble for Han Jin. He knew all the tents were lit up with a candle. If he blew it out, he would only expose himself, but if he didn’t, his moving shadows would also stir up notice. After a while, Han Jin pulled out the candle and pushed a barrel near the tent’s entrance. He hooked up an iron nail, pulled it straight, and then put the candle back on it.

He then pulled two other barrels and stacked them. Of course, he put wooden boards between them to avoid crushing the Evil Eyes. The Evil Eyes screamed in panic as they felt the motion, but immediately quieted down when Han Jin patted the barrels as a warning.

The candle was hung higher, and Han Jin’s shadow shifted onto the ground. He let out a sigh of relief, and raised the curtain to peak outside with. This was a carefully selected position, as it was inconspicuous but had a good view of the soldiers and a dozen more tents outside.

Han Jin was really experienced in surveillance and had great patience. He stood there motionless, at most shifting his eyes to avoid visual fatigue.

Time flew by. Finally, Han Jin noticed that one of the curtains of another tent had fallen off. Han Jin gazed at it, only to find an astounding scene inside. Two Abyssal Siren were sitting on the ground, their arms tied up to their backs. In the Riptide Regiment, all prisoners were treated in the same way regardless of their genders. After all, the Abyssal Sirens were by no means harmless.

However, their legs were not tied up. They were playing with each other using their feet. Their white toes were crawling on each other’s even whiter breast. The scene was tantalizing. Men had different tastes. Some liked the appearance of women, some like breasts, and some legs and feet. Meanwhile, the Abyssal Siren looked as good as elves, and all of them had amazing bodies. Whatever a man favored, he could be pleased by an Abyssal Sirens.

Suddenly, they separated. One laid on the ground. Her two snow-white long legs stirred like snakes and then opened. The other knelt down, uplifting her butt. Her slender index finger was croaking, as if she was seducing someone.

More and more Abyssal Sirens appeared at the entrance of the tent. They showed different poses, but each with the same intention – to seduce! They outnumbered every prisoner, and even the guards. In these tents, all guards could find a siren for themselves. If not for the thunderous snores, the tent would have become a place of lustful debauchery already!

The soldiers on duty couldn’t resist such temptation anymore and surrounded the tents. They divided themselves into two groups. One kept guard, while the other pounced upon the tents.

Han Jin had figured out everything. As strict as the military discipline of the Riptide Regiment was, that only prevented them from harming others. It would be a whole other story if someone willingly tried to seduce them. After all, they were men, not emotionless machines.

On top of that, all the Abyssal Sirens were absolute beauties. With their poor salaries, the soldiers would have never found someone as beautiful as the Abyssal Sirens in their entire life. However, that didn’t stop their imaginations.

Now that an opportunity was being handed to them, how could the soldiers resist? Even Paul, who led a whole brigade, had become a victim, let alone the ordinary soldiers.

Han Jin sighed and left soundlessly. His assumption had been half-proved. Now, he needed Reg to verify the next half.

Not long later, Reg, Han Jin, and some dozens of knights rode straight to the prisoner camp. With the cover of the patrol, the guards outside the tents didn’t notice them at first, and were taken aback when they saw Reg come all of a sudden while they were still chatting.

“Open the fence,” Reg coldly ordered.

The guards did so with trembling hands. One of them shouted, “Young Marshal, I… I will immediately report to the squad captain about your visit.” With that, he turned around and was about to run inside the tent.

“Stop! You’ll die if you take another step!” Red ordered in a low voice.

Anyone who was not a complete fool would have guessed why Reg was here by his words. The soldier’s face turned as white as a sheet of paper, and his body started trembling.

Han Jin was already quite familiar with this place, and led them to the tents where the Abyssal Sirens were being imprisoned. The guards outside were all sloppily dressed. Some had even forgotten where their weapons were. When they saw the coming riders, they were all flustered. By the time they finally found their weapons, Reg had appeared in front of them. Seeing who was in front of them, the soldiers all froze as still as statues.

Reg waved his hand. Two knights rushed to the tent and lifted up the curtain with their pikes. They used so much force that the whole tent went flying. In this tent, there were only two soldiers, and the rest were all Abyssal Sirens who were trying their best to strip themselves naked. The knights behind Reg stared at the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open. At the moment, punishment was not what they were concerned about. Their only thought was… that it was worth it! To die after being treated like a king like this was definitely worth it!

“How… dare… you!” Reg nearly fainted from anger.