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Chapter 1108 - 131: Finn Controls Virgin, Alster is Good_2
Chapter 1108: Chapter 131: Finn Controls Virgin, Alster is Good_2
Hearing the criticism from his adopted son, Fergus laughed indifferently and said:
"You don’t understand. What’s so good about those little girls in the Royal Palace? It’s the married women who are truly the good ones!"
This opinion made Cu Chulainn’s face darken, and he couldn’t help but recall his uncle’s unusual taste
—a relentless preference for married women.
The previous King of Ulster was actually Fergus’s brother. After his death, he left behind a widowed queen, Nessa.
Since the two had no offspring, Fergus naturally ascended to the throne.
But being the sister-in-law, Nessa was not content. She had an affair with a Druid and gave birth to two sons—Conor and Conchobar Mac Nessa, one with extraordinary prowess, the other with remarkable wisdom.
In order to secure the throne for her son, sister-in-law Nessa used her charms to seduce Fergus and made a demand:
If he wanted to marry her, Fergus needed to abdicate and let her son Conchobar become the new King of Ulster. Driven by lust, Fergus agreed without hesitation. In the following year, Conchobar became a beloved and excellent monarch among the people, and Fergus eventually accepted this young new king.
However, it wasn’t long before Conchobar began to implement tyranny. He not only forcibly took a tribal leader’s daughter but also devised a plan to kill her husband. His repeated misdeeds angered the reincarnation of the Goddess Macha (Mogoes), leading to her cursing all the Ulster people, and departing from the land, almost causing Ulster’s downfall.
Faced with the brutal acts of this wild nephew, Fergus himself could no longer stand it and went to the palace to advise him.
The new King Conchobar, intimidated by Fergus’s prowess, first feigned repentance to stabilize Fergus, then secretly poisoned him and sent an army to surround Fergus’s residence.
If Cu Chulainn hadn’t just returned from his studies and allied with the Red Branch Knights to rescue Fergus and overthrow the tyrannical rule of the new king Conchobar, Fergus might already have grass growing several meters high over his grave now.
Yet despite learning such a costly lesson from his fallout with a woman, his adoptive father still didn’t seem to learn and had hooked up with a promiscuous woman who was available to all.
"The wonders between men and women can’t be experienced just by talking."
Maeve, while hugging Fergus’s neck, turned her head toward the well-built and handsome Cu Chulainn at the front of the stairs, and laughed coquettishly,
"Why don’t I help him grow a little? My bed is quite big."
Rolled pink tongue licked her moist cherry lips, with a coquettish and captivating allure in her flowing eyes.
Clearly, the Queen of Connacht had developed an interest in the God Son, known as the "Hound" before her.
"Pa!"
Fergus raised his large hand and slapped Maeve’s round, plump buttocks, laughing and scolding,
"Can’t I satisfy you?"
Hearing the jealousy in his words, the notoriously seductive Queen of Connacht shot Fergus an alluring glance,
"Have you forgotten our three previous agreements? I’m not your private property."
As a famous advocate of love, Queen Maeve required her spouse to have three "nots": first, not to have "fear"; second, not to show "stinginess"; third, not to exhibit "jealousy."
The first two demanded the qualities of a hero and warrior in the partner, while the third required that her lovers not interfere with her search for "true love."
Remembering this, Fergus no longer showed possessiveness, and laughed heartily:
"Why don’t I step aside, and you two continue?"
"Maybe, you both can join in..."
Maeve giggled, her amorous eyes flowing, her slender fingers gently tracing circles on Fergus’s chest, fully revealing her coquettish nature.
But Fergus thoroughly enjoyed it, feeling a subtle urge for a threesome in the moment.
However, by now, Cu Chulainn’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, veins popping at his temples, like strips of blue-black worms wriggling under his skin, having clearly reached the limit of his patience:
"Have you two had enough fooling around? Do you realize what time it is now? Can you buckle up and think about how to break the current stalemate!"
Hearing the almost uncontrollable anger in his adopted son’s voice, Fergus had to end his flirting with Maeve and sit properly on the throne, coughing slightly before asking:
"How’s the situation outside now?"
"Still the same as before. Messages can’t get out, connections with surrounding cities have been cut off, and none of the messengers sent out have returned."
Cu Chulainn replied solemnly, with a trace of irritation in his eyes.
"And those foreigners? Still no movement?" Maeve asked from another chair.
Her graceful sitting posture and dignified expression washed away her earlier wantonness, displaying a queen’s regal authority.
Cu Chulainn shook his head and frankly stated,
"These past days I’ve led the Red Branch Knights out of the city a few times for patrols, but after thoroughly searching the vicinity for dozens of miles, we haven’t found any traces of those foreigners. They seem to be deliberately avoiding a battle."
"Are they scared? That shouldn’t be."
Fergus scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.
He’s purely a man of war with a clear understanding of the strengths and weaknesses of both sides.
Although it’s hard to admit, the opponents coming from the sea are indeed stronger, an indisputable fact.
The Warrior King Sigurd, Young Lion Xili, Dragon Slayer Beowulf, Raven King Herolf, War-tooth King Harald, Blood Axe King Eric... these recognized alien fighters are all first-class.
Especially the first three, even when facing them, he and Cu Chulainn have to proceed with caution.
The reason he was seriously injured is thanks to that Beowulf, the Dragon Slayer.
Moreover, on the mage front, the gap between the two sides is even more significant.
Ireland has only Maeve to offer.
But the other side has a large group of experts in casting spells, who can join forces to lay down the divine-like "War Fog," completely cutting off communication between Connacht and Ulster, leaving them like blind and deaf trapped beasts.
Logically, with such a great advantage, the other party should actively seek the battle. Yet, the foreigners from the sea don’t seem in a hurry to devour them and are intentionally avoiding the Red Branch Knights’ search.
Such abnormal behavior left the combat-loving Fergus quite puzzled.
"There might only be one explanation for this situation. They want to use us as bait to catch bigger fish."
As the brains of the trio, Maeve, swirling the goblet full of honey wine, drew a conclusion.
"Using us as bait?"
Cu Chulainn’s face grew unpleasant upon hearing this.
Fishing is his passionate hobby; he often nests by the wilds when free and fishes.
Except, he was always the one handling the rod before, never expecting to become the bait itself one day.
"Don’t be so reluctant; losing is losing. That’s a fact."
Maeve yawned, reminding,
"Anyway, we can’t get out right now; we can only wait for an outsider to resolve this. Rather than sulking here, it’s better to conserve energy, so when someone comes to save us, we at least have the strength to run."
Serious words didn’t last, yet the Connacht queen couldn’t help but reveal her true self, glancing eagerly at the God Son before her,
"Of course, if you’re interested in doing some beneficial physical exercise, I’d be more than happy to assist you."
"Get lost!"
Cu Chulainn bluntly uttered a word, directly rejecting this Connacht queen’s advances.
But the more he acted this way, the more it aroused Maeve’s desire for conquest.
Just as Maeve contemplated how to achieve her wishes of devouring this young and robust God Son, the grey bronze water basin on the table suddenly lit up.
In the thick fog, a significant army with a clear banner was boldly heading toward the Alster Royal Capital.
Looking at the forefront of the ranks, with his golden hair draping over his shoulders, riding the Horse of the Underworld, and wielding a long spear, the handsome young man, Maeve giggled:
"It looks like the unfortunate one responsible for taking the bait has arrived."
Cu Chulainn felt a severe pang of emotion: "Is Finn coming? I’ll lead the Red Branch Knights to meet them immediately!"
"I’ll go too!" Fergus immediately laughed, rising, "We were bottled up all these days, finally some decent reinforcements have arrived, now we can enjoy a head-on fight with those foreigners! Who is the fish, who is the fisherman, it’s still uncertain!"
Father and son donned their armor, summoned their respective Divine Artifacts, and rushed toward the Red Branch Knights’ encampment.
Ha, men...
Maeve shook her head with a sneer, drank the honey wine in her goblet, and then tossed the goblet aside, lazily standing up and sauntering toward the exit.
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