The fishy white sticky substance gushed out uncontrollably from her nostrils and between her fingers, splashing onto the sacred marble floor of the church in front of her, forming an ugly stain. Victoria's face turned pale in an instant, his holy image was gone at this moment, leaving only embarrassment. Karl looked at her coldly: “I usually give people three chances, and you have used them all. It is not something to be ashamed of to face the reality and surrender to the strong.” Victoria looked extremely embarrassed, with his head lowered and his hands tightly covering his mouth. She just felt that her entire stomach was filled, and it was still flowing up her throat. "Actually, you don't have to be angry." Carl's tone was light, as if he was discussing today's weather. He stretched out his hand, palm up, motioning Victoria to calm down. "Although I raped your daughter, I did not harm her life. Doesn't this show my kindness?" When Victoria heard this, he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Carl was very satisfied with Victoria's expression. He leaned forward and said seductively, "We can make a deal." Victoria's expression changed. Her maturity and experience allowed her to maintain her rationality in anger. "Why should I believe you?"
Karl raised the corner of his mouth: “Based on my strength.” As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers and snapped them. At this moment, the whole world was paused. The wind outside the window froze in the air. Victoria was stunned. She felt that everything around her had become still. She looked around in amazement. "How... How is it possible! You can control time. What on earth are you?" Carl smiled unfathomably: "It doesn't matter what I am. What matters is whether you can make me feel interesting." Victoria stared at Karl, the anger in her eyes had been suppressed by her. Carl looked at Victoria's confused eyes and knew that the plan was half successful. During this stopped time, he could not really hurt anyone. But this is not important. What is important is to make Victory believe that he has endless power. Sure enough, Victoria's silence had already given him the answer. Karl decided to add fuel to the fire: "You don't want your daughter to continue to be bullied. Become my slave, and I can promise you anything." "Okay." Victoria agreed straightforwardly, with a look of determination in his eyes: "You are not allowed to touch my daughter again." “No problem.” Carl agreed just as straightforwardly, pointing at little Carl: “Crawl over here.” The holy light armor on Victoria's body dissipated and she crawled in front of Carl. She was very smart and opened her mouth on her own without Carl's command. She held up her long hair with her hands, revealing her mature woman temperament. Carl was very satisfied. Although Victoria was unfamiliar with the technique, it seemed that a mature woman would learn quickly. There is no doubt that as long as she finds out her strength, she will fight back without hesitation. But this is what Karl needs. Facing such a sophisticated mature woman, she will not act rashly before she is sure. "Use it here." Carl lifted her hand and held her chest with his hand. Victoria had the largest breasts among the women around him.
Victoria looked puzzled. As a bishop, he did not make any relevant gesture. Carl was happy to guide her and taught her to press tightly while supporting it with both hands. The mature woman's is like a soft bath, which is the best in terms of both inclusiveness and comfort. "What do I need to do?" Victoria cooperated, her eyes fixed on Carl's. She needed more information for her daughter. “You don’t have to do anything.” Karl put his finger on her tongue: “This is all a fun game.” . . . Victoria and Carl walked out of the church together. Outside the church, Chris was waiting anxiously. When she saw her mother and Karl appear together, she hurried over and secretly looked at her mother's clothes. After confirming that his mother's clothes were intact, he was obviously relieved and his tense expression relaxed. Karl smiled and said sincerely, "Bishop Victoria, I'm sorry to trouble you." Victoria's smile was equally sincere and kind: "Everything is for the life of the city of San Marino." Then, she turned to look at Chris and said softly, "Chris, please see City Lord Karl off." Chris was slightly stunned, then responded, "Oh, okay." Since her mother asked her to send Karl off, it proved that she was not aware of her relationship with Karl. What she was worried about did not happen, which made her feel relieved. "It doesn't matter. Build the church as soon as possible. The city of San Marino needs faith." After Carl said this, he turned around and left naturally. Chris felt something strange when she saw Karl’s back. I didn't hesitate for too long before I found the answer. Carl didn't play with her much today. "Although City Lord Carl is small in stature, he is mature and stable in thought. He will become an excellent city lord." Victoria said with a smile: "You can learn more from him on weekdays." “Um, okay.” Chris pouted. Her mother really didn’t see Carl’s true face. She was also relieved that Karl kept his promise and did not do anything to her mother. Chris looked at her mother's mature and beautiful face, and secretly made up her mind that she must protect her mother. Victoria looked at Carl's back and kept smiling. She felt a tearing sensation behind her and a cylindrical gem was stuffed into her. This is what Carl wants, we must stay in the sun. A cold light flashed in Victoria's eyes. Karl returned to the City Lord's Mansion. Hill saw him coming back and walked quickly to him: "Lord City Lord, I have announced the new rules of San Marino City as you requested." "The residents of San Marino have equal rights. We will strip all noble titles and accept all races. At the same time, we will recruit workers uniformly." Hill finished speaking, staring at Karl’s expression: “However, we don’t need so many workers, and according to the current financial situation, we can only support it for two months at most.”
"You don't have to worry about the financial problems." Carl waved his hand: "If there are not enough jobs for the workers we recruit, let them repair houses. Demolish all the slums and build new houses in a unified way." "Let the elf designers plan these new houses carefully. They will be provided to the workers at a very low price." "What about the original residents of the slums?" Hill asked. "Children will receive unified education and military training, and free food and lodging will be provided." Carl looked into the distance: "As for adults, they can choose to become workers in the City Lord's Mansion." "Yes." Hill said nothing and left with his head down. In the brotherhood outside the city. Aisha listened to her subordinates' report. "He...really issued the City Lord's Order?" Roy and several Brotherhood leaders looked incredulous. "He doesn't understand politics, and his thinking is too simple." Aisha said calmly: "If you want to carry out a thorough reform, there are too many interests involved, it's not that simple." Chapter 80 The temptation of uniform "Hill, the reforms he is carrying out have no chance of success!" Michelle stared at the exquisite silver bell on Hill's chest. The two were a couple, and last time they watched Hill get his chest pierced and a ring put on. When I came back yesterday, the ring had turned into the exquisite bell it is now. It is hanging and makes a crisp sound as it shakes. She didn’t dare to think about what happened to her beloved at Karl’s place. A complex expression flashed in Hill's eyes. She didn't speak immediately. She put her toes into the stockings. The transparent stockings wrapped her legs. She rolled the stockings up to her thighs little by little, and then fastened the lace straps on the sides. This is Karl's new uniform design, called suspender lace stockings. After Hill put it on, it opened at the back, revealing a small piece of firm brown skin, which even she, a dark elf, found obscene. She took out another cylindrical crystal, gritted her teeth, and put it back. "Hill!" Michelle watched her lover's series of actions, her blood boiling, and her tone became heavier. Hill still didn't speak. After putting on her high heels, she immediately looked taller. She looked at Michelle affectionately, then reached out and hugged her tightly in her arms. "Wait a little longer, he is our chance." After saying this, she gave Michelle a reassuring look and turned away. Michelle looked at Hill's back, and Carl's handsome but evil face flashed through her mind, and her fists clenched unconsciously. In the slums and dilapidated buildings, the atmosphere is tense. On the narrow streets, there were dozens of adventurers, all wearing various armors, and each of them held various weapons in their hands, from long swords to short knives, from bows and arrows to staffs. Although they were not unified, they showed no fear and faced off against a group of city guards. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The city guards wore uniform uniforms and carried spears and shields, but they seemed a little timid in front of these battle-hardened adventurers. The leader of the adventurers was a middle-aged man with round eyes and a huge battle axe in his hand, the axe blade flashing with cold light.
He stood at the front of the team, glaring at the robed civil servant in front of him. The civil servant's face was very ugly: "Otto, you should understand that the city lord's order is to rebuild this place. After the construction is completed, you can rent here at a very low price." Upon hearing this, Otto burst into laughter, then his expression turned ferocious: "Do you think we are three-year-old children? Do you think we will believe the nonsense of those nobles? Get out of here!" After he finished speaking, he raised the huge axe in his hand, and the civil servant was so scared that he took a few steps back involuntarily. The adventurers behind him raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "Get out! Get out! Get out!" Their voices were deafening and their momentum was combined. Civil officials and soldiers took a few steps back. They didn't have any good way to deal with these adventurers who were eager to fight. If they were pushed into a corner, these guys might really kill people. In a hidden corner not far from the slums, two figures stood quietly, their faces covered by their mage robes. Aisha looked through the gap at the crowd confronting each other on the street in the slums. "Well done, Roy." Aisha said softly, "But remind them to put safety first." Roy stood beside her with a subtle look on his face. "Captain, our people haven't taken action yet. This man named Otto is a mercenary leader who was born in the slums. He has always controlled the gray area in the slums. Carl's reform plan completely violates his interests." After hearing this, Aisha did not seem particularly surprised. She smiled and said, "He has his own unique insights, but theory and actual governance are two different things after all." "Politics and governance, in addition to theory, also require compromise and distribution of benefits. If this is not understood, any change cannot be implemented." Slums, places despised by the nobles, will naturally breed some underground forces, which objectively replace the functions of the government. These people are not good people, but they are very powerful in the slums, and the nobles will seek their cooperation when they want to get things done. Of course, guys like Otto also know their limits and just want to gain some benefits. "Captain, should we take action?" Roy lowered his voice, "We had a lot of elite troops hiding in the slums last time." "Wait a minute." Aisha narrowed her eyes. "Karl will choose to appease him and give up some of his interests first. We will contact Alto later. Such a hyena will become a good chess piece and help us bite off a piece of meat from Karl's body. Then we will appear as the savior." "Carl won't compromise with Otto, will he?" Roy knew that Carl was an evil dragon and extremely domineering, so how could he possibly compromise with a small mercenary leader? "That proves that he has no political wisdom." Aisha shook her head. "Killing Alto is easy, but he now represents the overall interests of the slums. If he causes a backlash from the lower classes, his reforms will still not be able to proceed. When the time comes, our people will start to incite people, and our army will enter the city as saviors." "Yeah." Roy nodded. She also felt that no matter how Carl handled it, they would win. Time is on their side. The richly decorated carriage moved slowly along the cobblestone road. Hill was wearing a well-tailored OL uniform. She had dark brown skin, and the tight uniform outlined her S-shaped figure and seductive exotic charm. A small piece of lace suspenders is revealed under the hip skirt, and straight long legs are wrapped in black stockings and high heels. She was reporting to Karl with a serious face. Carl's hands were always in her hip skirt. It was indeed the right decision to design this outfit. The dark-skinned dark elf secretary.
He was quite satisfied with Hill, as he could be developed by him without affecting his work. Carl gently pulled out the gem cylinder behind her a little. It should have been developed to accommodate him. Hill noticed that Carl didn't listen to her report, frowned slightly, and said in a heavier voice: "Alto's status in the slums is very special. It's easy to kill him, but we don't have time to wait for a new leader to appear in the slums." She paused, observing Karl’s reaction, and continued: “My suggestion is that we can consider giving up some of our interests and cooperating with Otto temporarily.” "Wait until we have cultivated our people, then kill him and take over all his power."