These two choices left Omiya in a bit of a dilemma. The first option was to work for Arthas once, take some money, and then leave—a one-time deal, with no follow-up and no possibility of further dealings.
The second option was a long-term agreement, showcasing her abilities through this trade and potentially becoming the Chief Financial Officer for the Prince of Lordaeron. It seemed like a wonderful opportunity to manage the prince's finances, right? Moreover, becoming a confidante of the prince, the strongest kingdom of humanity, promised a bright future!
Omiya pondered for a moment and looked seriously at Arthas, "Are you really willing to hire a goblin as your Chief Financial Officer?"
"Follow me." Arthas said, standing up and leading Omiya to a cave, where they observed the busy gnolls outside. "Do you know why I want to conquer these gnolls instead of killing them like others?"
"You have bigger plans." Omiya guessed instinctively. As the illegitimate daughter of the boss of the Sands Consortium, she was just a product of a drunken night and not valued—who knows how many illegitimate children her father had? Just the legitimate sons and daughters alone numbered seven or eight, leaving her out of the picture.
Growing up in such an environment, Omiya naturally possessed a keen observation ability that others lacked; without this skill, she would have perished long ago. Whether in Gadgetzan or on Kezan Island, ordinary people wouldn't survive—commoners? There are no commoners, just slaves and workers.
"Yes, I need to establish a vast territory, not in the Eastern Kingdoms, but in Kalimdor. I have the help of dragons and support from human kingdoms. Do you truly think I could fail?" Arthas's eyes sparkled with ambition. Parricide and usurpation? He never considered becoming a filial son. With such tremendous resources, he would never make such foolish choices.
"You need talent, my God, you need talents from every field! And right now, what you lack the most is gold coins. Am I right?" Omiya's eyes lit up; if she could seize this opportunity to become the Prince's Chief Financial Officer, she would manage the finances of Lordaeron in the future! Just thinking about it made her breathless.
How much wealth does a kingdom hold? She feared she could realize her dream of bathing in a pile of gold coins! "You're right, I need gold and talents. I don't lack talent, but I lack loyal and capable talent, not useless ones. If you can prove your ability, I will give you a chance. I don't trust others easily; I only trust my own people, so prove your worth."
Arthas turned around, removed his armor, revealing his erect penis, and pressed the stunned Omiya's head down.
'Mmm!' Looking down at the green-skinned female goblin passionately sucking his penis, Arthas felt satisfied. After a fierce battle and a long journey, coupled with the fact that his armor wasn't well ventilated, there was a strong aroma from him.
But Omiya didn't mind and instead eagerly sucked, pretending to be skilled despite her obvious inexperience. A female goblin who understood nuances and knew how to identify the moment was clearly what he wanted. Goblins are indeed too greedy to be trustworthy, but that's only because the stakes aren't high enough; if they were, they would willingly kneel and suck his cock!
Omiya understood Arthas's words. To become the Chief Financial Officer, she first needed to prove her ability and then her loyalty; the prince seemed to trust only his own people, and there was no relationship more intimate than having a physical connection, right? If she had a few of his kids, that should prove her loyalty.
'Ah!' Arthas violently thrust his penis into Omiya's mouth, making the petite female goblin roll her eyes. A ten-inch penis fully stuffed into her mouth was a tough challenge for a goblin barely over a meter tall! Semen shot out continuously until he had emptied his clip.
'Swallow it!'
'Gulp, cough!' Omiya struggled to swallow the special-tasting semen, feeling no regret and not worried that Arthas would deceive her. She had nothing left to lose and was not afraid of being tricked.
"Is Your Highness satisfied? If needed, I can go all the way with you; I'm even still a virgin!" she said, tossing a flirtatious glance.
Regardless of the race, there is a refractory period after ejaculation, and the longer the lifespan, the less interested they tend to be in such matters. Some, for health reasons, avoid this entirely, while commoners tend to have many children since they have fewer concerns.
"When you succeed, I will celebrate with you. You will stay with me and return to Lordaeron, and I will arrange your trade routes." Arthas said, satisfied, as he tucked away his cock.
Omiya even kindly licked it clean; she was a pretty good onahole. Two hours later, Brigitte arrived with soldiers escorting a batch of food. Hearing Arthas deliver the food to the gnolls left her confused, but she didn't ask further—she would find out in due time. Upon returning to the farm, Arthas finally explained his plans.
"Your Highness wants to recruit those gnolls? Can they understand human speech?" Brigitte expressed some disbelief. Like most humans, she held a disdain for other races, even for intelligent ones—not to mention worgen, who weren't even considered a wise race.
"Yes I intend to recruit them, but no, they do not really understand common. Tomorrow I plan to talk to the Naga again. Stabilizing the border would be very beneficial to us, and I need enough manpower. Expanding into the wilds isn't that simple; sometimes, gnolls and Naga can be more efficient than us." Arthas closed his eyes and began to contemplate his ideas in his mind.
After another round with Emeriss that extracted a vital essence, Arthas went to sleep; shooting twice in one day was a bit of strain.
The next morning, a guard came to report that a Naga had delivered a message. Arthas opened the envelope, which contained an invitation from Vashj to negotiate by the seaside.
At the seaside, Vashj's once-snow-white silver strands had returned to her serpentine hair; eradicating her curse wasn't easy. As she stroked her smooth, serpentine hair, the fierce snake heads became obedient and gentle. Six arms were busy with various tasks, and her gaze was fixed on Arthas, who was approaching from afar.