Karl's brows furrowed tightly.
The ball suddenly fell silent.
Misir slowly walked into everyone's view, dressed in a magnificent silk evening gown, and elegantly approached the front of the stage.
As she stepped onto the stage, the two women who had been with Karl temporarily released him and looked towards the stage.
Misir smiled slightly and first bowed gracefully to everyone: "Tonight's first act is a pure-blooded Elf."
As her words fell, two maids slowly pushed an exquisite box forward.
The box was carefully placed in the center of the stage, and everyone's eyes focused on this mysterious box.
Misir waved her hand gently, and the maids carefully opened the box.
The moment the box opened, it revealed the bound Elf boy inside.
The boy was beautiful, possessing the unique androgynous beauty of Elves.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with deep hatred, as if to direct all his anger and resentment at everyone present.
Karl also frowned; Elves were common, otherwise there wouldn't be so many Elf Mixed-blood Species.
"I believe everyone knows that Elves are a very stubborn race," Misir said, looking at the beautiful Elf boy below her.
"He originally had a happy home; human mercenaries broke into his house, killed his parents, and sold him to me."
The ladies in the audience seemed to have guessed what was about to happen.
They all began to smile.
Misir paused, then knelt in front of the Elf boy, her face blooming with a smile: "Although I didn't instruct those mercenaries to kill your parents, they did those outrageous things because they could get money from me. Do you hate me?"
The Elf boy's mouth was tied with cloth, so he could only make "woo woo" sounds.
But the fury in his eyes seemed to want to devour Misir alive.
"What terrifying eyes," Misir said with a smile. "Let's play a game. If you beg for mercy, I'll spare you."
"Woo woo!" The Elf boy roared.
"Let's begin," Misir stood up. Without her needing to instruct them, two maids came forward and tied the Elf boy to a specially made wooden chair.
Judging by their proficiency, this kind of thing was often done.
The Elf boy was quickly secured, unable to move.
"Then let the game begin ~" Misir's red lips parted slightly, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness: "Whoever can make him beg for mercy..."
She pointed at the bound Elf boy: "...will have a chance to win a work from a Dwarf master."
As she spoke, a maid slowly walked onto the stage, carrying an exquisite tray.
On the tray lay an open, beautiful small box, inside which rested an exquisitely crafted necklace.
When the ladies saw the necklace, some gently covered their mouths with folding fans, maintaining their aristocratic decorum, but the greed and desire in their eyes were unmistakable.
One of the lavishly dressed ladies patted the Little Boy beside her, signaling him to go on stage.
The Little Boy was clearly a bit scared; he trembled, looked up at the lady, met her gaze, and then hesitantly walked onto the stage.
The rags in the Elf boy's mouth were pulled off, and he began to curse at Misir, but his vocabulary was limited, only drawing laughter from the audience.
The Little Boy walked behind the Elf boy, pressed down on his waist, and picked up a cylindrical object that had been polished smooth.
The Elf seemed to realize what was about to happen and began to scream in terror.
But his struggles could not free him from the ropes on his body.
A piercing shriek erupted from his mouth.
This scream drew another round of laughter from the ladies below, who all watched with great interest.
The Little Boy pulled out the gem, and under the gaze of the audience, he went up by himself, a morbid glint flashing in his eyes.
The Elf boy let out a series of agonizing screams, which mixed with the laughter from the audience.
Karl's brows were tightly furrowed, looking at the morbid smiles around him, Aisha's words from that night echoed in his mind: "This world is sick."
Karl keenly felt a gaze, and he looked over.
It was the Little Boy who had been with Misir during the day, looking at him, his threat undisguised.
The Little Boy on stage didn't last too long.
The Elf boy gritted his teeth and did not beg for mercy; subsequently, one person after another went up.
His screams grew weaker and weaker.
Blood stained the floor.
The smell of blood mingled with the scent of wine at the ball.
Until the Elf boy, due to excessive blood loss, passed out.
"It seems he wasn't subdued, so the prize will have to wait until next time," Misir said with an elegant smile: "Next, we have a special program."
She finished speaking and waved her hand.
A maid came over, signaling Karl to leave with them, as well as the Little Boys brought by the ladies.
Even the musicians, who were currently playing, stopped and were also asked to leave by the maids.
Karl did not hesitate, activating Time Stop, and entering the room from a corner. He was very curious what kind of program required everyone to leave first.
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The maids led the Little Boys away in an orderly fashion.
At this moment, only a dozen or so noble ladies remained in the hall; they lay languidly on the sofas, their eyes filled with anticipation, ready to enjoy a good show.
Karl hid behind a sofa, carefully concealing himself.
He had no stealth skills, so he had to hold his breath and look towards the stage.
Misir moved gracefully, lying on a sofa.
The Little Boy immediately came up, preparing to massage her.
"No need, you're the protagonist today."
"Ah?" The Little Boy was startled, then delighted: "Mother, what should I do?"
Misir smiled at him.
Several noble ladies elegantly walked over and embraced the Little Boy from behind.
"Sorry, sister, I am Mother's Child," the Little Boy tried to break free from her embrace; he was now also a noble, different from the commoners they could toy with at will.
"I know, Earl's Young Master," the noble ladies pressed him to the ground, then stomped hard on his lower body.
"Ah?!" The Little Boy let out a piercing scream, lying on the ground, looking at Misir: "Mother, save me!"
Misir watched him with a smile, a twisted grin in her eyes.
"The night is still long, let's take our time," the noble ladies picked up various toys from the side: "In front of your mother."
"?" Karl, hiding behind the sofa, was completely bewildered.
Was this the truth behind the so-called Countess choosing children as adopted sons, a special 'play'?
Karl actually had no animosity towards this Little Boy who had provoked him; a normal person wouldn't bother with a fool.
But seeing his current predicament, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy.
Listening to his miserable screams, watching these noble ladies' high heels dig into his body, he would most likely not survive the night.
Karl also wouldn't save him, and immediately used Time Stop.
The next second, the entire world stopped.
Karl walked out from his hiding place; he was already disgusted with this place and saw no need to continue hiding.
He looked at Misir; she sat on the sofa, legs crossed, watching the Child being abused by the other ladies, her smile morbid.
Her slightly bulging abdomen did not bring her any of the maternal instincts a woman should have.
Karl frowned, walked up to her, pulled out the dragon artifact, and without hesitation, flipped her onto the sofa, immediately beginning to purify her to determine if she had a symbiote.
This was his main purpose for coming.
"Strange, why is it so tight?"
Karl frowned; Misir was pregnant, not a young girl. He gritted his teeth, and with a push of his body, he finally managed to penetrate.
He would have no mercy for a woman like Misir.
As he thrust, he unbuttoned her clothes, placing his hand on her abdomen; this was his first time with a pregnant woman.
However, the sensation on his hand was completely different from the soft skin he had expected, carrying an indescribable strangeness.
"What's going on?" Karl's brows furrowed tightly. Although he had never been with a pregnant woman, this was clearly not the feel of skin. His hand did not stop; instead, it slowly moved down Misir's abdomen.
That strange sensation extended all the way to her waist before gradually transforming into the familiar texture of skin.
Karl's fingernail gently traced along the edge of that strange bulge. Suddenly, his nail scraped against a seam. His heart stirred, and he pulled hard.
A silicone-like object was torn from Misir's abdomen, revealing a flat stomach underneath.
Karl was stunned. What he saw was not only a flat abdomen but also faintly visible abdominal muscle lines and dark brown skin.
"Dark Elf?!"
He glanced at Misir's mature and beautiful appearance, her fair skin, undoubtedly a mature beauty.
But the skin on her abdomen was exposing her identity.
Karl frowned; he had only come to find a symbiote, yet he had an unexpected discovery.
"Hmph..."
He exhaled; the Dark Elf was really tight.
His fingertip traced along the edge of her abdomen; this was clearly some kind of disguise.
"Forget it, finish this first."
Since she also had secrets, Karl wasn't worried about complications. He turned her body over and only then realized her waist-to-hip ratio was truly large.
Her figure was more substantial than it appeared.
Karl did not hesitate, thoroughly taking care of business.
It wasn't until he let out a satisfied breath that he finished.
He casually reattached the pregnant disguise skin to her; since she was afraid of exposure, she would naturally take care of the aftermath herself.
Karl tidied his clothes and walked out of the ballroom's main door.
After upgrading, his Time Stop range was three hundred meters; he could wait until he walked out before releasing Time Stop.
He opened the door and was met with a tree-like monster entwined with white ribbons, like a walking tree, swaying its branches in the world of Time Stop, extremely bizarre.
"the formless daughter?" Karl was startled. Why would she appear here?
From the intertwined branches, he vaguely saw a human face.
That face was not unfamiliar to him; it was the only Half-Elf among the Mixed-blood Species behind Aisha that night.
Karl's gaze returned to the position where the Half-Elf had originally stood, which was the position of the Elf musician performing tonight.
In an instant, he pieced together the entire story in his mind.
Aisha's subordinates had indeed targeted these noble ladies holding orgies.
They sent this Elf to infiltrate.
Karl had not disguised himself. This Elf had most likely recognized him, which was why he hadn't acted, and Karl had been in Time Stop in the ballroom just now.
He stood outside, and the formless daughter inside his body revealed her true form.
The moment Karl's gaze met the branches.
The branches grew wildly as if infused with life, shooting towards him.
These attacks, seemingly branches, were actually tightly woven from countless white ribbons, cutting through the air with whistling sounds, heading straight for Karl.
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