When Karl heard this, he raised his head with a strange look on his face: “Cooperating with gangsters, why do you have such a childish idea?” “If you want to do a thorough cleaning, you must first clean the house thoroughly.” He patted his side and said, "Sit here first." Hill's face darkened. Now was not the time to do such a thing, but he had no choice but to sit down. There was already a gemstone cylinder on his back, and after he sat down, the piercing went deeper. Even she felt a strange pain. But Karl didn't touch her from behind. Instead, he reached out and held her black silk feet in high heels. Chapter 81 I'm Not a Foot Fetishist Carl held Hill's black silk feet wearing high heels. He considered himself not to be a foot fetishist, but he couldn't resist Hill's beautiful legs. He took off one of Hill's black high heels and held her foot in his hands. It’s probably because of the dark elves. As natural assassins, they need to stand anywhere.
This makes the dark elf's toes relatively longer and more flexible. She can use her toes to clamp weapons to attack and kill enemies, making her feet generally slender and powerful. Completely different from the snow-white and tender feeling of Saint Chris's jade feet held in his hands, Hill's brown skin wrapped in transparent black stockings has a wild and healthy beauty. Hill frowned as she watched Carl holding her foot in his palm and examining it. She didn't understand why the dragon was holding on to her feet. There was something special about her feet. In the slums, Alto was confronting the city guards. Could it be that her feet were more important than that? "My Lord City Lord, is there something wrong with my feet?" "No, I just think your feet are beautiful." Carl's thumb slid across the depression in her palm, touched her skin through the stockings, and felt the lubricity on it. He secretly thought it was a pity, because in the dark elves' understanding, feet did not have the function of pleasure. Otherwise, with the flexibility of their toes, it is hard to imagine how many new ways of playing they can develop. Hill frowned. She didn't think Carl was being aimless. There must be a special reason for him to look at her feet, but she couldn't think of it for a moment. She glanced outside the carriage. "Lord City Lord, we are about to reach the slums. How should we deal with Alto?" “Are we almost there?” Karl was not panicked at all, and put the jade foot in his hand on Karl: “Let’s start, we will go down after we are done.” "Ah?" Hill's first reaction was that there was something wrong with his ears. He lowered his head to look at his feet, which looked petite compared to the ferocious Carl. As a dark elf, it would be a racial talent. She looked up at Karl and saw that his cheek did not look like a joke. Although she was puzzled, she did not say anything extra. She touched it with her soles first, but soon found that it could not be fixed. Hill is very talented and quickly started new attempts, spreading her toes in black stockings. It is not difficult for dark elves to kill enemies using weapons clamped by their toes.
But because of the stockings, it still couldn't be fixed. Hill kept staring at Carl's expression, trying to find some clues from his expression, but found nothing. She began to suspect that this was some kind of test from Carl. After trying several positions with one foot without success, she tried lifting the other foot. Because she was wearing high heels, she didn't dare to use any force and could only use the front end of the heels to apply a little force to secure it. Then use the other foot wrapped in black stockings to massage the depression. Carl watched her series of actions expressionlessly, watching her go from probing to finding some key points. She was indeed a dark elf, with a strong ability to study and research. Just then, the carriage stopped and arrived at the destination. Hill's feet stopped moving. "Go on." Carl found a comfortable position, leaning back on the chair, while holding her ankle with one hand and moving it up along the black stockings. After all, I don’t want my hands to be idle. As the carriage arrived, both sides, who were originally in a tense standoff, stopped their actions and all eyes were focused on this gorgeous carriage. Everyone was waiting with bated breath, waiting to see how the new city lord would deal with the current situation. However, after the carriage stopped, the door did not open and no one got off. The people around began to whisper, but no one dared to raise their voices. In the distance, Roy frowned and asked in confusion: "Why doesn't he get off the car?" "Hehe, nice little trick." Aisha snorted and looked at Otto in the distance. Otto, this rugged man, had an extremely solemn expression at this moment. He stared at the carriage, as if he wanted to see through the mysterious city lord behind the closed door. Time passed by minute by minute, and in this strange atmosphere, every second seemed unusually long. The carriage remained parked there quietly, without any movement. The air seemed to freeze. The whispers also stopped and everyone focused their attention on the carriage. Inside the carriage. Hill saw the tense atmosphere outside through the gap in the carriage curtains. She had already figured out Carl's intention. Although he did nothing, he put pressure on everyone invisibly and took the initiative. And everything seemed so calm. "Great." This was the only thought in Carl's mind. He knew that he should get down to business now instead of indulging himself in black silk jade feet and high heels. But Hill was really good at it. Even though it was her first time, she figured out the key points in a very short time. She kept massaging her toes and soles alternately under her black stockings, mastering the rhythm and strength just right.
The other foot, in a high-heeled shoe, was equally agile. Carl has also been stepped on by Saint Chris, but Chris has no skills at all. Her feet are simply tender and beautiful, and she has a good foundation. In the end, he had to hold Chris's feet to complete the operation. This was what Hill felt truly great. His hands could enjoy other parts of Hill's body, while Hill's feet gave him a wonderful feeling of being completely controlled and wrapped. He doesn't need to do anything at all, just pure enjoyment. He hadn't originally intended for her to finish, but now he simply couldn't stop. Outside the carriage. The long period of silence made everyone present, who were quiet at the beginning, become impatient. Otto's brows were knitted together. A younger brother came up from behind and said, "Boss, this city lord is too arrogant." Carl was not a formal noble. He instigated adventurers to kill the former earl, and then gained the support of the former earl system to become the new city lord. From this series of events, anyone with a political sense can see that Karl is more terrifying than the former count. But obviously, these low-level adventurers wouldn't think so much. In their view, Carl was just luckier. This is also the reason why they dare to confront the city guards and hope to share the benefits. Otto frowned and waved his hand: "Wait a little longer." Inside the carriage. Carl gritted his teeth, he was really impressed that Hill could actually do it with just her feet. He quickly picked up a pair of high-heeled shoes beside him and aimed at the middle of them. Hill watched his movements and a greeting popped up above his head: "?" "Hu..." Karl let out a long breath, wiped her feet clean with his hands, and then put on her high heels considerately: "Let's go." "..." Hill felt that after putting on the high heels, her feet were directly soaked in them, and they might slip and fall out at any time, and a large amount of liquid was squeezed out from the edge by her feet. But when he saw that Karl had already gotten off the car, he hurriedly followed. As the carriage door was pushed open. "Lord City Lord." Otto held the giant axe and looked down at Carl. "You broke into the City Lord's Mansion that night, and the brothers also contributed. Now the brothers just want a way to survive." At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the young and handsome new city lord. Carl looked up and glanced at him, then raised his lips and said, "Your real name is Zhang San, and your true identity is a pawn trained by the Empire to trade people and betray the city of San Marino." "Ah?" Confusion flashed in Otto's eyes, and it took him a few seconds to understand what Carl meant, and then a sneer appeared on his face. However, the next second, he felt his body suddenly suspended in the air.
Karl didn't know when he had appeared in front of him. His thin body lifted him up with one hand: "Since you have pleaded guilty, I will let you die quickly." "?" Veins popped up on Otto's face. He opened his mouth to say no, but he couldn't speak because his throat was strangled. "Click." There was a crisp sound. Otto's head tilted and he stopped breathing. Chapter 82 Violence Hill didn't understand why Carl would slip her feet into high heels. Transparent stockings are slippery, and his volume was large, causing her feet to almost be soaked in the high heels. A large amount of liquid seeped out from the edge of the high heels and flowed down the black high heels. Hill didn't pay attention to the sticky feeling in her high heels, she looked up in surprise. The air in front of him froze, the adventurers' noise stopped abruptly, and the place fell into dead silence. All eyes were fixed on Carl's hand. Carl let go, and Alto's body fell to the ground like a rag doll. The underground emperor of the slums of San Marino City died so easily at the hands of this new lord. The adventurers who followed Alto retreated involuntarily. In the distance, Aisha's eyes narrowed, with a flash of surprise in them. Roy's mouth opened wide: "He...he killed Otto just like that?" Aisha frowned and shook her head, "Too reckless. Even if he pulls another person from Otto's group to become 'Otto' now, the seeds of instability have already been planted. What he lacks is time." Hill's face sank, not caring that the white liquid would flow down her high heels to her heels when she walked. No one was paying attention to her high heels now. She walked quickly to Carl and said, "I can send dark elves to disguise themselves as Otto's cadres and take control of the slums." Carl looked puzzled when he heard this: "Otto and his men are engaged in human trafficking in the slums and oppressing the good. These evil deeds are simply outrageous. These guys should all be sent to the gallows." Hill's face darkened. "Lord City Lord, at least 10% of the people in the slums have joined his adventure group, and many of them were forced." "So, the remaining 90% of good people deserve to be bullied?" Carl stretched out his hand, and a long sword condensed into shape in his palm: “When you raise your weapon against innocent people, you must be prepared to be killed.” He pointed his sword at the adventurers in front of him and pronounced a sentence loudly: "Otto and his gang have long been engaged in human trafficking and oppressing the good. From now on, I sentence them to death in the name of the city lord!" After Carl finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared and instantly appeared in front of the adventurers. "?!" The adventurers in the front row were so stunned that they didn't have time to react. The next second, the three adventurers standing in the front row were cut in half at the waist, and blood spurted out, staining the ground red. "Ah?!" The remaining adventurers were stunned by this sudden change and screamed in fear, and the scene fell into chaos. "Go to hell!" A tall adventurer roared, raised the huge hammer in his hand and smashed it towards Carl.
The long sword in Carl's hand flashed a cold light, and the tall adventurer didn't even have time to react. He and the giant hammer in his hand were cut in half by the sword and fell to the ground in two pieces, with his internal organs and intestines scattered all over the ground. There was a foul smell of blood in the air. "Monster...monster! Run away!" Faced with this scene, the adventurers lost all courage to fight and only regretted losing their legs. Carl's movements were very precise, as if he was deliberately showing off his strength. Every attack does not involve any fancy techniques, it is just the purest crushing force.