"Yes, once we find a host, Count Hyman will mobilize the army and put San Marino City into a wartime state."
Chris deliberately said this for Karl to hear, but saw Karl leaning back in his seat, distracted, and slightly frowning.
Karl noticed her gaze and couldn't be bothered with her.
Mature women were more comfortable; it was a pity he hadn't fully experienced it.
Karl looked at Chris with disdain.
You, Saintess, are too useless. Just an A is bad enough, you're not as comfortable as your mother at all.
"Chris," Rabel asked, "How do we find the symbiote's host?"
Chapter 39: Hobbies
Rabel's question stumped Chris. symbiotes were transmitted through "sex," but determining whether someone was infected was a difficult problem.
Chris had always relied on Karl, but now she couldn't say it aloud: "I've fought with those symbiotes. After getting close, there's a small chance I can sense them."
Victoria looked at Chris with a smile: "I'll leave finding the symbiote to you. I'll go back to the church first to report the situation here to them."
"I'll go gather the Knights Templar." Rabel subconsciously avoided Chris.
She and her friend's Little Boy had both climaxed just now, and this sense of guilt made her feel ashamed.
"Alright, we'll protect San Marino City together. We absolutely cannot let the tragedy of Wind Chime City repeat itself." Chris was also willing to act alone with Karl.
She was truly worried that Karl might inadvertently sleep with her mother and her friend.
Throughout the entire process,
Victoria and Rabel deliberately didn't mention Karl, making his presence very low.
The carriage stopped at the church entrance.
Victoria gave Chris an encouraging look, then hurried back into the church.
The Princess raising a rebellion, the Prince assassinated, unknown symbiote creatures—she had too many things to prepare for.
Now was the calm before the storm.
Rabel nodded to Chris and turned to leave. Before taking that step, she couldn't help but take one last deep look at Karl.
Karl also noticed her gaze.
He looked up, his pure and innocent eyes meeting Rabel's gaze in the air.
Rabel immediately turned her head, her fists unconsciously clenching, her heart filled with struggle. It wasn't that she had developed feelings for Karl so quickly.
It was purely because she, a Paladin, had secretly slept with her friend's Little Boy.
And also discovered that she was actually a pervert.
If all of this could be explained by uncontrolled physiology,
Finally, when she thought that the Little Boy working hard on her was her friend's, an unprecedented sense of excitement made her feel utterly ashamed.
Rabel swore on her Paladin's honor.
In the future, even if she died on the battlefield or fell from the city wall, she would never approach Karl again.
"What do we do next?" Chris immediately turned to Karl after everyone had left, her voice eager.
Karl was startled for a moment, then pointed to himself, asking with a hint of surprise, "You're asking me?"
Chris immediately realized she had seemed too eager and awkwardly straightened up, explaining, "Count Hyman requires us to catch a symbiote sample and bring it to him before he can put San Marino City into a state of combat. Otherwise, mobilizing the army without reason is a serious crime in the kingdom."
Karl waved his hand: "The army is originally the lord's private armed force. It's too easy to find an excuse to mobilize them. He just doesn't trust the church. Even if you find a symbiote for him, he won't act immediately."
Chris's eyes dimmed. She didn't refute Karl's words; she knew that what Karl said was true.
Count Hyman was not like her.
Her purpose was pure: to help as many city residents as possible when Aisha attacked.
But nobles like Count Hyman would only consider how to maximize their profits, even wanting to gain benefits from this chaos.
She took a deep breath, pulling her thoughts back to the current task: "Do you have a way to find the symbiote?"
The two of them had found one once yesterday.
At that time, she had been so played with by Karl that she was dizzy.
This morning, when she sent someone to find the pure elf from last night, she learned that the human swordsman had successfully proposed and taken the elf back to his hometown to prepare for marriage.
His two teammates, an Orc and a Dwarf, also went along to be groomsmen.
The bartender in the tavern even sighed about the good camaraderie among teammates.
They would travel thousands of miles to accompany their brother.
"Of course, we already know how to find the symbiote, don't we?" Karl spread his hands.
"Ah?" Chris was startled, immediately recalling those memories from last night. Even now, thinking about them made her buttocks ache.
Although her wounds had already been healed by her healing magic.
The pain she felt now was a psychological issue.
"Is there any other way?"
Chris couldn't possibly be on the street with him, doing it next to suspicious people to attract the symbiote.
"Yes," Karl replied, "Just hire a few from a Pleasure establishment. The church can reimburse it anyway."
"Are you really planning to do it on the street?" Chris was speechless.
"No choice, for San Marino City." Karl shrugged indifferently: "If someone has to hope, then it can be me. I don't really mind."
"I mind!" Chris didn't have any feelings for Karl; it was purely because if Karl messed around on the street, it would be her reputation that suffered.
"Don't want this, don't want that." Karl gave her a look of disdain: "Do you think saving this city is like inviting someone to dinner? If you don't have the resolve to sacrifice, then it's just for self-satisfaction, so don't make a fool of yourself."
"You!" Chris's fists tightened again.
In the world of Time Stop.
Chris covered her mouth, her face pale.
She felt the pain was much less than last night. This discovery made her despair.
This meant that not only her front, but her back was also starting to adapt to Karl. It wouldn't take many more times before she would completely become his shape.
The current position made her feel utterly ashamed.
The two were in the Adventurer's Guild Hall, which was crowded with Adventurers coming to hand in quests.
It wasn't some perverted hobby.
It was simply because there was a dense flow of people here, and Adventurers were always on the move, often living unrestrained lives, making it a hotspot for symbiotes.
Karl held her by her two long legs from behind, her feet dangling in the air, claiming it was to attract the symbiote more easily.
He walked around the Adventurer's Guild Hall like this, holding Chris.
When he saw a Mixed-blood Species, he would run up to them and poke Chris a few times.
"It hurts..." Chris's forehead was covered in fine sweat. Even though she gritted her teeth, she couldn't hold back: "Can't you find another place?"
"I can't help it." Karl looked innocent: "Your back is the most efficient. For this kind of thing, you should look for the reason within yourself."
"Besides, we're looking for a symbiote right now. Do you think this is a game where you can choose your favorite position?"
Chris's fists tightened, but she really couldn't argue with him.
Every time, Karl stood on the moral high ground, pointing fingers, making it impossible for her to refute him.
With a gushing sound of water.
"It's no use, this method simply won't work." Chris tried to stand straight, while using healing magic to treat her torn wounds.
Sure enough, she could clearly feel that the tearing wasn't as severe as yesterday. All parts of her body were slowly adapting to Karl.
This made her feel very desperate.
"Indeed, the efficiency isn't good." Karl also wanted to find the formless daughter earlier: "But besides Adventurers, aren't there any other groups that mess around like this?"
"There are." Chris looked up: "Nobles."
Chapter 40: Nobles
"Keep up. Even if you're a Saintess, you should usually strengthen your physical exercise more." Karl looked back at Chris behind him and said with distaste, "We're racing against time to save hundreds of thousands of lives right now."
Chris's fists tightened again. This guy didn't even give her time to tidy up after having sex, just urged her to hurry.
She endured her physical discomfort, quickened her pace, and followed Karl.
Because her walking speed increased, her muscles couldn't remain tense.
Liquid flowed down the inside of her thighs, across her skin, and was absorbed by her nun's long dress.
Passing Adventurers occasionally turned their heads to look, their gazes filled with admiration and awe.
A beautiful and powerful Saintess was an object of reverence for ordinary Adventurers.
Of course, they would never imagine how vulgar the scene was beneath her sacred nun's robe.
Chris gritted her teeth, comforting herself: "These are all necessary sacrifices to save the lives of San Marino City."
Karl retracted his gaze and curved his lips. No wonder some people were enthusiastic about role-playing; it was much more stimulating than mere "sex."
Especially Chris's expression of disgust towards him, yet helplessly carrying out his tasks, was endlessly fascinating.
After he took his eyes off her, he searched the streets, specifically looking at dark corners.
As a city with a reported permanent population of a million, San Marino City's commercial and guild development was far beyond what a small city like Wind Chime City could compare to.
The streets were filled with all sorts of people: Adventurers, merchants, coming and going non-stop.
Karl looked around, then suddenly stopped, looking at a dark corner not far away.
Chris followed his gaze and saw several suspicious-looking individuals crouching in the shadows, their eyes darting around, occasionally sizing up passing Adventurers.
"Are they symbiotes?"
Chris gripped her staff tightly.
"Just some petty thieves, but these guys can help us." Karl walked towards the two in the shadows.
The two were whispering to each other. Seeing Karl and Chris approach, a look of vigilance flashed across their faces.
They first looked at Chris, seeing her in a nun's habit, then at Karl, seeing he was just a Child.
Their eyes lit up. A nun and a Child were easy prey.
The young man smiled: "Sirs, can we help you?"
Karl smiled slightly: "Take me to your boss."
The two exchanged glances. The young man said: "Alright, but Child, asking for help requires some appropriate fees."
He held out a hand, making a money gesture.
Chris frowned, not understanding what Karl wanted to do, but still reached into her nun's robe pocket for money.
Karl's smile widened. He suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on the knee of the thief in front of him.
With a crisp "crack," his knee twisted unnaturally backward under the impact.
"Ah?!"
The young man screamed, clutching his leg, rolling on the ground in pain.
His companion stared at Karl in shock, then turned to run.
"One step forward, and you die." Karl's voice came from behind him.
The young man's body froze, and he tremblingly turned his head.
"Let's go, take me to your boss." Karl smiled.
The young man nodded tremblingly, glancing at his struggling companion on the ground: "Please... follow me."
Chris frowned slightly but said nothing, following behind Karl.
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