Banquet
The banquet went well. Toast here, toast there.
All of his father's wives were at the banquet, including his mother who looked at him from time to time. Next to him he had his little sister, only 4 years old. The lord's 19th daughter.
In all the time that had passed, his father had remarried 4 times, now totaling 16 wives.
His 16th wife, his father, was even younger than his daughter, at just 19 years old.
But that didn't matter to max. He had to let that old cuckold enjoy himself while he still could. In fact, that he had so many wives was why they hadn't been discovered until now.
Maria was hardly appreciated by his anymore and he was infatuated with his last wife to whom he devoted all his nights.
Something Max noticed is that throughout the banquet, the party was divided into different factions.
His second brother Marcus magnar was surrounded by his father's first, second, and twelfth wife. Besides that there were several nobles of lower rank and a few of his brothers, such as the twelfth and eleventh son of his father, the two twins.
His third and fourth siblings also formed a similar group that monitored each other regularly. Some of these groups even looked at Max, urging him to join them but he ignored them.
Apart from those groups there were some scattered ones, like his older sister and her husband, her uncle and family, some high-ranking nobles and outcasts like his mother or his father's 14th wife.
Max was not stupid, he knew that these were the factions that were beginning to form in the fight of his brothers for the position of Lord of Rodmandia.
Max got upset about this.
If you want to fight go and do it elsewhere, he just wants to fuck, fuck and fuck. The one of the three who can give you that immediately, will support you.
But why do it anyway?
He's just waiting and watching it all turn out.
He does not care about the position of lord of rodmandia. The only good thing about that position was that he could marry as many wives as he wanted.
But although a common lord cannot have more than one wife, he could have several secret lovers.
TINN TINN TINN
A lanky man in his mid-18s climbed into a drink and tapped on a glass to get attention.
"I am very happy to have all of you here, joining me on this very special day." The man smiled. "I am a very fortunate man to have the privilege of being engaged to such a wonderful woman." The man stretched out his long arm like an invitation, which a delicate hand answered.
The girl was only 15 years old but she was already a woman and a beauty. Blonde, long and wavy hair. Charming and attractive green eyes, small nose and thin and beautiful lips. In addition to a body with great curves.
In truth, the bastard had won the lottery.
"I am a man of few words and here in front of my future wife, I kick off the festival of the moon god." The applause was immediate from the audience, they were very excited about the so-called festival of the moon god.
The festival was a ritual that was performed at all weddings in the kingdom. It was the way in which the betrothed showed his strength to everyone and how he was able to protect the woman from him.
"I geremias lawather challenge Mateo magnar to a duel."
Mateo magnar is the third son of Magnus. Since Marcus is the flagpole now heir to Rodmandy he could not be challenged by just anyone, furthermore women were not allowed in this kind of duel.
Unfortunately for everyone in this world, the amount of woman-hunger in this world was 20-80 respectively.
Even Magnus with his many wives only had 7 children of his 21. The other 14 are all women.
That was why a son himself was so valued in this world.
We must take as an example his uncle who had not been able to have a son and only had two daughters who could not inherit their lands
The servants were very quick to set up the great hall and leave the seats around a large space in the center to be used with the scene of the duel.
"Ana come here!"
Max called Ana and sat her on her lap. Ana could feel a large Barilla of meat pressing on her two small buttocks but she did not say anything, she was used to it.
Mateo Magnar was a miniature version of his father. He was very much alike in everything, but a playful little smile graced his face.
This kind of challenge was just a formality, no one really took it seriously and regularly the challenged were allowed to win after showing a little show.
Since if the challenged won, he showed that the man was not strong enough to defend the woman from him, therefore the wedding was canceled.
Both families - magnar and lawather had arranged the marriage, there was no reason to take these challenges seriously.
And just as max expected, Mateo only gave a brief show and gave up afterwards. But the Guilds were not happy with just this and also challenged Gerald Magnar, Magnus' third son to a duel, which was also won.
Out of the expectations of everyone at the banquet, the man went and challenged the next man in the family. One of the twins with only 11 years old.
Magnus's brows drew together in disgust at Geremias Lawather's behavior. Challenging an 11-year-old boy to a duel was clearly undignified.
But what happened next shocked everyone equally.
Under Magnus magnar's furious eyes, Geremias cruelly beat the boy unconscious.
"Hahahahaha, is this all the magnar family has to give? I must say they are truly pathetic. Hahahahahahaha"
Magnus clenched his teeth in irony as he stared at the wrinkled face of his companion.
"What does this mean, Julian? !!"
The old man just smiled happily.
"In the festival of the god of the moon it is usually measured if the husband is strong enough to protect his wife. But it can also be the other way around. Is your daughter worthy of one of my children? Well, until now I have been shown not."
"How dare you?" Magnus roared as his body began to secrete jets of fiery magma. "You did this on purpose, to make a fool of me."
"No no no. How can you say that?" The old man firmly shook his head. "Only how can you see, there is no one worthy in your family."
The old man's last words were followed by a chilling cold vapor emanating from his skin.