It can even make her forget her memories for a period of time. This method is really terrifying when you think about it. And why attack her. What message do you want to convey to her? The atmosphere in the basement became more depressing. "Don't be too nervous." Hill undressed and pressed his body against hers, their two sexy brown bodies pressed tightly together: "At least he didn't kill me. Either he is not capable enough, or he has other intentions. Whichever one it is, we just have to wait." As she spoke, her hands touched Michelle's slender brown waist and she kissed her neck. Under her kiss, Michelle closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and her tense body relaxed a little. Hill felt her tense and kissed his way down from her neck, gently biting her brown skin, allowing her body to gradually relax. As she gradually moved down, through the abdomen, and continued down.
"Let me cover your scars." She stuck out her tongue and carefully cleaned up the taste left by Carl. Two graceful dark-skinned ladies and a mature woman hugged each other, entangled, and rubbed against each other. Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard. Hearing the voice, Hill raised her head, her deep eyes flashed with anticipation, and she raised the corners of her mouth: "It seems to be successful." Michelle opened her eyes and asked, "Is the news from the church true?" "Well, let's see the results." Hill stood up from the examination table, picked up a veil and draped it over her body, but it failed to cover her graceful figure. Hill gently took Michelle's hand with his slender fingers and walked barefoot down the aisle. Walk to another room and push the door open. Inside the room, a girl with animal ears was twitching in pain, and a round stick was growing out of her body. Michelle's eyes widened, her face full of surprise: "What is this?" Hill's eyes flashed with enthusiasm. "What a magical creature! This symbiont has the ability to quickly heal the host's injuries. As long as we guide it, these creatures can even simulate the growth of male organs." "Even if the host is injured, it will be healed, and these symbiotes are contagious. We have injected some specially made chronic poisons that can be transmitted through "sexual intercourse" into the bodies of these goods sent to the high-level officials of the kingdom. With the symbiotes around, there is no need to worry about them dying easily." "It only takes enough time for the virus to spread among the high-ranking nobles of the empire, plunging the empire into complete chaos." Michelle looked at the "goods" on the ground, with a fierce look in her eyes. I feel that the lacerations on the front and back of my body are no longer as painful. "Let's get started. We have spent so many years getting the top brass of the empire to accept 'commodities', to make dating and having fun fashionable, and to indulge in 'sex'. Now let them die in pain from 'sex'." Hill's eyes were wild, and an abnormal blush rose on his face: "As long as more than one-tenth of the empire's nobles die, it will fall into complete chaos." "The dark elves will step into the sunlight, and the glory of the Mother Goddess will shine upon her territory once again."
Michelle closed her legs. Even for her, such a crazy plan to wipe out one-tenth of the empire's nobles made her feel wet. . . . In the tavern room. Sylvie seemed like a lost person who regained her faith. She left excitedly, leaving only Carl and Chris in the room. Karl sat on the bed, Chris sat on a higher table, her two jade feet stepped on little Karl, squeezing rhythmically, her face was extremely ugly: "Karl, do you know what you just said? According to your standards, at least half of the nobles should be sent to the gallows." She sometimes put more pressure on her feet and sometimes relaxed them, as if she was massaging. As a saint, Chris felt that using her feet was perverted, but compared to being toyed with by Carl, this gave her a sense of control. Even though I don't want to admit it, I'm actually a little excited deep down. Carl enjoyed the saint's jade feet, holding her ankle with one hand and unbuttoning her holy nun's clothes with the other hand: "Half? Too conservative. Nobles should be idols with noble character. Those who do not meet the standards should all be killed." He is just talking nonsense. Slogans are of course supposed to be as extreme as possible. Chris's expression changed. Everything had been developing too fast recently, leaving her no time to adapt. "By the way, as I said just now, in the transition system I established, women must all wear black stockings and high heels." Carl held one of Chris's feet in his palm. The saint's feet were very beautiful. He couldn't even imagine how pleasant it would feel to rub them if she wore black stockings and high heels. "I'll draw some pictures for you tomorrow, and you can take them to the elf tailor to make them." "Ah?" Chris was stunned. She couldn't understand why Karl insisted on women wearing garters and high heels, things that male aristocrats wore. "Are you trying to say that women can also become nobles?" “Uh.” Karl was lifting her thigh, and after a pause, he nodded: “That’s right, a person should be evaluated by ability and character, not race or gender.” “Whether they are commoners or nobles, humans or orcs, as long as they are women, they should wear lace garter stockings and high heels. This is the world I want to create.” "Puchi." Chris was sprayed in the face and the spray flowed down her cheeks. "Okay." Chris felt that now the half-blood army was approaching, dark elves were lurking in the city, and the symbiote was spreading among the adventurers. Karl, however, was focusing on black stockings and high heels, which was a bit ridiculous. But after all, for some spiritual symbol, she decided to help Carl. Karl held her jade feet and wiped them for himself. Revolution and hegemony were not as important as Sese. Chapter 52: Taking the Path of a Villain "Welcome, distinguished guest." When the elf saw that it was Chris, his eyes lit up and he carefully took down two pairs of exquisite suspender stockings and a pair of black high heels from the hanger. "These are the garter stockings and high heels you requested." The elf introduced excitedly, "In order to achieve the lubricity you requested, precious magic bead silk was used as the material for the entire thing."
Chris took the black garter stockings and felt the silky texture dancing on her fingertips. She noticed that the transparent stockings were very different from those worn by male nobles, both in terms of lace patterns and designs, and were more aesthetically pleasing overall. A look of amazement flashed in the elf's eyes, and she exclaimed sincerely: "Excuse me, I have a small request. Can you let me meet the designer of this pair of stockings? He is simply a design genius." Chris was slightly stunned, and then a hint of embarrassment flashed across her eyes. She suppressed her inner surprise. It seemed that Carl did not come up with this idea on impulse. He already had a complete plan for the new world. "I will convey your request to him." As she spoke, she prepared to take out the silver coins to pay the fee. The elf quickly waved his hand and refused: "No, it is a great honor for me to be able to create such a work. I don't want the smell of money to be mixed in this pure creative process. Please give my sincere greetings to the designer." After hearing this, Chris looked subtle. Could it be that Karl really had great attainments in art? That black dragon would play with three parts of her body in different ways every day, and it would never be the same every day. It's really hard to associate it with art. "Okay, thank you very much." After putting away her luggage, Chris left under the elf's pilgrimage gaze. As soon as Chris stepped out of the door, she noticed prying eyes in the dark. She was already used to this, and walked back to the tavern along the cobblestone road as if no one was around. As she left, those spies hidden in the shadows also disappeared silently, and her every move was also fed back to various forces in detail. In a secret room in the castle, Mrs. Michelle sat at the desk with a frown on her face. “She ordered two pairs of stockings and high heels.” She said with a puzzled tone: "But these styles are very different from what traditional nobles wear. What is her purpose?" A secretary dressed like a queen next to her also looked puzzled. Her long hair was elegantly tied up, and her skin became unusually fair due to camouflage, which further highlighted her intellectual temperament. Hill frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head helplessly: "I don't know either. A mysterious strong man like him would never seem strange no matter what he does." Mrs. Michelle put down the documents in her hand and gently rubbed her temples to relieve the fatigue caused by days of insomnia. Carl put too much pressure on her. It was not difficult to find out the mysterious and powerful person who was in her body that night. After that, Carl disappeared. Mrs. Michelle quickly discovered the mysterious identity, and both Saint Chris and the brave Sylvie vaguely believed him to be the master. She had seen the Karl Dragon Device when she was training in the castle. The size of the wound, combined with his own lacerations, made it easy to guess that it was him who did it. After all, Carl had never concealed anything from the beginning. Mrs. Missil suspected that having her beaten from head to toe was a warning.
"Put the plan on hold for now. There are some rats in the city. Let's wait for them to act." "Okay." Hill nodded. It was no secret that the knights led by Aisha were mixed in the slums. It was impossible to keep a personnel transfer of that scale secret forever. Mrs. Misir and Hill both knew it. Carl knew that the dark elves had taken control of the city of San Marino, but he didn't know to what extent. Karl has been unusually high-profile recently, and I wonder if he has some kind of agreement with Aisha. All these made them dare not act rashly. The dark elves' years of planning could not be wasted because of them. They can only keep mobilizing manpower for passive defense. All we can do is wait. In the slums, in a simple but spotlessly clean room. Aisha sat in front of an old wooden table, her pretty eyebrows slightly wrinkled. Her men discovered a large number of dark elves in the city of San Marino. Although in the past decade or so, the nobles have always had a tradition of colluding with the dark elves. This is also what she hates, but there are too many dark elves here, and there is a trend of increasing number recently. Her keen political sense told her that there was a conspiracy here. The uneasiness in his heart did not only come from these dark elves, but also from Carl's recent unusually high-profile actions. She was worried whether Carl had a deeper connection with these dark elves. There were footsteps at the door and Roy pushed the door open. She didn't look too good, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Captain, the plan to mobilize the slums is not going well." Aisha sighed softly: "It's okay, Roy. I'm mentally prepared to face him as my opponent. What we need to do now is to gain as much power as possible." Aisha's policy is to use the power of the symbiote to accumulate strength from the lower-class people who are oppressed by the nobles and dark elves. However, the development of the situation far exceeded her expectations. Roy's face was tangled. "Captain, our brothers who have been lurking here have different opinions in private. They also think we are too conservative. Do we need to stop them?" After listening to Roy's report, Aisha sighed softly and came back to her senses from her thoughts. She stood up: "He should be starting his speech, let's go and take a look." Roy followed closely behind, and the two left the tidy room one after the other and walked towards the execution platform in the city center. When they arrived at the city center, there were already huge crowds of people around the execution platform. People were in high spirits, and it took a lot of effort for Aisha and Roy to squeeze into the crowd. On the execution platform, Carl was standing high. He stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and his voice was clearly heard by everyone: "We stand here! We stand on the land of San Marino! This is the land that our ancestors watered with their blood and dignity!" "Every inch of land we stand on now was built by our ancestors with their lives!"
"But those nobles ride on our heads and bully us. They trample on our dignity at will and tell us that they are born noble!" "You might say, Mr. Karl, they gave us bread. Yes, you are right, life is so important." "But I want to tell you that there is something in this world that is more important than life. That is freedom! That is dignity!" "As long as the noble family crest still flies over the city of San Marino, our dignity will not exist!" "As long as those nobles and lackeys are rampant in the land that originally belonged to us, our dignity will not exist!" "You need living space, your wives and children all need living space, and this is not achieved by begging and charity from nobles, but by iron and blood!"