A week later, Voumi Town
By this time, there were quite a few pieces of news that had spread, and they were being actively discussed, especially those whose stakes were directly affected.
"Did you hear? We’re attacking a Town at least a thousand kilometres from us," Sandra said, looking up at the man her bare body had been resting on.
He was filled with wounds and bruises, and some of the wounds opened up during their activities. It was just that the man wanted to vent, so he used her body. Fortunately, she had already passed her third trimester by then.
He was let go because he made a lot of Honesty Oaths about not being associated with Valov or Baccal Town.
"Yes, it’s the source of drugs," Gingo said, looking at the naked woman on the bed with him.
He gritted his teeth. These bastards. Those damned bastards tortured him so much that he could not stand up for days. He was fortunate that someone sent him a healing potion, left outside his unit, so he assumed it was from Sandra.
Sandra flinched at the news. "They finally found it?"
Since she was very pregnant now, she had somehow managed to convince the doctors of Mafo’s violence and discouraged him from bedding her. This was how, in the past several weeks, she had escaped that ugly face while still reaping the benefits.
Fortunately, there were plenty of beautiful slaves. She also requested a few guards and maids to keep her and the future heir in peace, so Gingo could occasionally visit her room.
They both had their needs, too, and Sandra admitted her sexual chemistry with the man couldn’t be compared with anyone else.
"That host slave Eian did. He apparently found out through some merchants buying elementalist slaves."
Sandra thought for a while. She had a good impression of the handsome slave. She took note of this. Maybe he could be of use to her someday.
"Those merchants were gone before they could question it, but Mafo sent someone to check. We should get a post within a week."
Of course, they had to go on a carriage because neither territory had Mercenary Halls, just mercenaries.
"It is apparently an aborigine territory, but there are definitely a lot of Terrans there, and some chemists in there to create something so good."
They could already see the money from getting these. "I’m planning on volunteering to join this war."
Sandra paused and her eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"
Gingo laughed, turning them over. He hovered above the pregnant woman and started moving his hips again. "Worried?" he asked, going in and out, in and out.
She moaned, grabbing onto his bruised and scarred back. "Of course."
Feelings aside, Gingo was the only one she could depend on.
Gingo’s movements became wilder, obviously liking her answer. For the next couple of minutes, he plundered her over and over.
"I’m going..." he gasped, feeling his climax approaching. "So I could steal the Lord Token."
Sandra’s body arched in pleasure.
"Oh~ that’s good!" she yelled, not sure whether she meant the plan or the sex.
Either way, the two were definitely happily dreaming of something.
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BANG!
Sandra cried, feeling her skull breaking and her face getting destroyed. No, no!!


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