Chapter 942: He Prefers Strong Women

As Archer stepped onto the newly constructed dock, he was greeted by a diverse delegation representing various races. At the forefront was a tall human man draped in a toga, his white beard and wise eyes reflecting a lifetime of experience.
The man stepped forward with a dignified air and extended a warm welcome. "King Archer Wyldheart, I am Everett Smith, President of the Merchants Guild. I will be moderating this conference, as many nations are currently facing conflicts with one another."
Archer nodded with a smile, "I'm glad the nations could agree to attend the conference; war is back for the common people and ruining the lives of millions," he responded.
His words took him aback Everett, but he quickly recovered, his surprise giving way to a warm smile. "Well said, young man. It's rare to find someone who cares for the common folk. However, I must ask: who are these charming ladies accompanying you?"
"These are my fiances, Teuila, Brooke, Demetra, Nala, and Edith," he introduced each woman who nodded at Everett.
Archer then turned to the last two women and introduced both, "These two beauties are my Priminister Meera and Defence Minister Jaya."
Following that, Everett led them into the city that would be founded by several nations situated on a wild part of the eastern shore of Mediterra. The older man informed them that this place would become a free city so the conferences could continue.
When Archer heard this, he was fascinated, but then the White Dragon Knights surrounded him and the women. The soldiers were disciplined and formidable, barreling people out of the way that tried to talk to them.
After a twenty-minute walk, Everett led them to an inn just outside the city and stopped outside, "Here we are; this inn was reserved for the Draconian delegation; we will send a runner to inform you of the council's plan within the next day or two."
Archer nodded, and the old man wandered off, leaving him confused. However, Brooke lowered the hood she was wearing while speaking, "He is a Pseudo-God like myself. When I sensed him from the ship, I wanted to hide my identity, not to alert anyone to my presence."
"Okay, just keep an eye out if anyone tries to attack any of us," he spoke to the women before turning to the one hundred well-trained knights. "Secure the outside and make sure no one approaches the place."
The commander saluted before barking orders that sent the men and women scrambling to encircle the inn. Once that was done, the large group entered the establishment, and a friendly older woman greeted them.
"Hello, Your Majesty, I'm Leona, the owner of the Lost Inn. I have your rooms tided and ready for your use," she said to the group. "Dinner will be served in an hour as my husband ordered me to start cooking once greeting you."
Archer nodded, his gaze lingering on the woman. She was beautiful, with copper-colored hair, bright green eyes, and a rich dark brown complexion. He shook his head in bewilderment and asked, "Ordered? Is he your master?"
Leona's expression grew tense, but she nodded. "In a way, yes. In Mediterra, marriage often implies that the woman is subservient to the man and they can order us to do whatever pleases them."
Archer nodded before going to a nearby table, thinking, 'Things will change when Draconia takes over.'
Following that, Nala, Brooke, Jaya, and Meera went to check on the rooms. The rest of them waited downstairs until the food was done. An hour later, Leona reappeared with a trolley alongside two other waitresses.Upstodatee from
The couple left the inn and began exploring the bustling Free City, accompanied by a formidable contingent of White Dragon Knights. As they strolled through the crowded streets, Archer felt an unsettling sensation grip Him.
Instinctively, he instructed Olivia to deploy two hundred marines to the inn immediately. Despite the ongoing exploration, Archer's unease grew as he observed more and more soldiers blending seamlessly into the crowd, their pretense of normalcy failing to mask their
true intent.
Their eyes were fixed on him and his entourage, a silent but palpable tension in the air.
Demetra's hand tightened around his arm, her voice trembling with concern. "Something's off, Arch. The way they're staring at us-it's as if we're demons. And the people are deliberately avoiding us."
A chilling realization struck him: 'It can't be a trap! How could they mobilize so many kingdoms against us?'
As the gravity of the situation sank in, Archer's mind raced. He sent an urgent message to all the women: [Prepare for battle! We've walked into a trap!]
To Olivia, he issued a stark command: [Deploy every Dragon Marine on board and order the fleet to bombard the city immediately!]
Following that order, the crowd turned on them when a horn rang across the city as they bared weapons, causing the White Dragon Knight Commander to shout, "Shieldwall! We must protect the king and queen! We're returning to the inn!"
As soon as the command was issued, the enemy struck ferociously. A wave of frenzied soldiers slammed against the knights' shields, their desperate assault failing to break through. Archer's fury ignited, and he ordered the knights to fall back and return to the inn to protect the others. The commander hesitated, his resolve wavering, but his voice cut through the chaos. "Go now! I will show these fools the dire consequences of ambushing a dragon."
The commander nodded before ordering the soldiers to fight through the swarm of enemy soldiers who stopped fighting to surround Archer and Demetra. When the shark girl saw this, her yellow eyes gleamed as she held her fist out, "Kill them together?'
Archer bumped her fist with a smile, "Always."
Following that, a Novgorodian Demi-God appeared and calmed the crowd down with a smug
expression as he spoke to the couple, "The cocky white dragon walks into an obvious trap and
falls deep into our net."
When Archer heard this, he started laughing but grabbed Demetra's hand before flinging her
into the crowd of soldiers. She turned into a whirlwind of death as he laid a punch on the Novgorodian's chin, causing his head to explode due to the force.
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