The atmosphere in the basement became even more oppressive.
"Don't be too nervous." Hill unbuttoned her clothes, pressing her body against Misir's, their two brown, sensual bodies tightly intertwined.
"At least he didn't kill us. Either he wasn't capable enough, or he had other intentions. Whichever it is, we just need to wait."
As she spoke, her hand caressed Misir's slender brown waist, and she kissed her neck.
Under Hill's kisses, Misir closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and her tense body relaxed slightly.
Hill felt her tension and kissed her all the way down from her neck, gently biting her brown skin, making her body gradually relax.
As she moved further down, past her abdomen, and continued downwards.
"Let me cover up your scars."
She extended her tongue, carefully cleaning away the scent Karl had left behind.
Two graceful, dark-skinned Mature beautiful older sister type and mature women embraced, intertwining and rubbing against each other.
Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed.
Hill looked up at the sound, a flicker of anticipation in her deep eyes. She curved her lips: "It seems to have succeeded."
Misir opened her eyes: "Is the Church's news true?"
"Hmm, let's see the results." Hill stood up from the examination table, casually picking up a sheer veil to drape over herself, which failed to conceal her enchanting figure.
Hill's slender fingers gently took Misir's hand, and they walked barefoot down the corridor.
They reached another room and pushed the door open.
Inside the room, a beast-eared girl was convulsing in pain, a cylindrical rod growing out of her body.
Misir's eyes widened, her face filled with surprise: "What is this?"
A trace of fanaticism flashed in Hill's eyes: "What a miraculous creature. This symbiote has the ability to rapidly heal the host's injuries. If we guide them properly, these creatures can even simulate the growth of male organs."
"Even if the host is injured, it will heal, and these symbiotes are infectious. We will inject some specially formulated chronic poisons that can be sexually transmitted into the bodies of these 'commodities' sent to the kingdom's upper echelons. With the symbiotes present, there's no need to worry about them dying easily."
"With enough time, the virus will spread among the imperial nobility, plunging the Empire into complete chaos."
Misir looked at the 'commodity' on the ground, a ruthless glint in her eyes.
The tearing pain in her front and back no longer hurt as much.
"Let's begin. After all these years of making the imperial elite accept 'commodities,' making dalliance and pleasure fashionable, and indulging in 'sex,' let them die in agony through 'sex'."
Hill's eyes were frenzied, and an unnatural flush rose on her face: "As long as more than one-tenth of the imperial nobles die, it will fall into complete chaos."
"The Dark Elf will step into the sunlight, and the glory of the Mother Goddess will once again illuminate her territory."
Misir's legs closed. Even for her, such a crazy plan to eliminate one-tenth of the imperial nobility made her feel a flush… In the tavern room.
After Sylvie, like a lost person who had rediscovered her faith, excitedly left, only Karl and Chris remained in the room.
Karl sat on the bed, Chris sat on a higher table, her two jade feet pressing on little ka, rhythmically squeezing, her face exceptionally grim:
"Karl, do you know what you just said? By your standards, at least half of the nobles should be sent to the gallows."
Her feet sometimes pressed harder, sometimes relaxed, like a massage.
As Saintess, Chris found using her feet to be perverse, but compared to being toyed with by Karl, this gave her a sense of control.
Even if she was unwilling to admit it, deep down she even felt a bit of excitement.
Karl enjoyed the Saintess's jade feet, one hand gripping her ankle, the other unbuttoning her sacred nun's habit: "Half? That's too conservative. Nobles should be idols with noble character. Those who don't meet the standard should all be killed."
He was just spouting off, anyway.
Slogans, of course, should be as extreme as possible.
Chris's expression changed several times. Everything had developed too quickly recently, leaving her no time to adapt.
"Oh, and what I just said about women in the transition I'm establishing must all wear black stockings and high heels." Karl held one of Chris's jade feet in his palm.
The Saintess's feet were beautiful. He couldn't even imagine how good it would feel to rub them if she wore black stockings and high heels.
"Tomorrow I'll draw some designs for you, and you can take them to the Elf Clan tailors to make."
"Ah?" Chris was stunned. She couldn't understand why Karl insisted that women wear suspender stockings and high heels, which were typically worn by male nobles.
"You… are you trying to say that women can also become nobles equally?"
"Uh." Karl, who was lifting her thigh, paused, then nodded: "Exactly. A person should be judged by their ability and character, not by their race or gender."
"Whether commoner or noble, human or beastkin, as long as she is a woman, she should wear lace suspender stockings and high heels. This is the world I want to create."
"Pfft." Chris was sprayed in the face, and it ran down her cheeks.
"Alright." Chris felt that with the Mixed-blood Species army pressing, Dark Elf lurking in the city, and symbiotes spreading among Adventurers.
Karl, however, was focused on black stockings and high heels, which seemed somewhat absurd.
But since it was for some kind of spiritual symbol, she decided to help Karl.
Karl held her jade foot and wiped himself with it. Revolution, conquest, none of that was as important as being lewd.
Chapter 52: Following the Villain's Path
"Welcome, esteemed guest." The Elf's eyes lit up when she saw Chris. She carefully took down two pairs of exquisite suspender stockings and a pair of black high heels from the clothes rack.
"These are the suspender stockings and high heels you requested." The Elf excitedly introduced: "To achieve the smoothness you desired, precious magic pearl silk was used for the entire material."
Chris took the black suspender stockings, feeling the silky texture dancing at her fingertips.
She noticed that the transparent stockings were very different from those worn by male nobles; both the lace patterns and the design were more aesthetically pleasing overall.
A hint of admiration flashed in the Elf's eyes. She sincerely praised: "Excuse me, I have a small request. Could you introduce me to the designer of these stockings? He is simply a genius of design."
Chris was slightly stunned, then a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.
She suppressed her inner surprise. It seemed Karl hadn't just thought of this on a whim; he already had a complete plan for the new world.
"I will convey your request to him."
Saying this, she prepared to take out silver coins to pay the fee.
The Elf, however, quickly waved her hand in refusal: "No need. To be able to create such a work is already a great honor for me. I don't wish for the scent of money to be mixed into this pure creative process. Please convey my sincere regards to the designer on my behalf."
Chris's expression was subtle after hearing this. Could Karl really have such high artistic attainments?
That Black Dragon played with her three places in different ways every day, never repeating itself.
It was really hard to associate him with art.
"Alright, thank you very much." After Chris collected her items, she left under the Elf's reverent gaze.
As Chris stepped out the door, she sensed prying eyes in the shadows.
She was accustomed to it and walked along the flagstone path back to the tavern as if no one else was there.
As she left, the spies hidden in the shadows also quietly disappeared, and her every move was detailedly reported back to various factions.
In a secret room of the castle, Lady Misir sat at her desk, her brows furrowed: "She ordered two pairs of stockings and high heels."
Her tone carried a hint of confusion: "But these styles are very different from what traditional nobles wear. What exactly is her purpose?"
A secretary dressed as a Mature beautiful older sister type next to her also looked puzzled.
Her long hair was elegantly coiled, and her skin, made exceptionally fair by disguise, further highlighted her intellectual temperament.
Hill frowned in thought for a moment, then finally shook her head helplessly: "I don't know either. For a mysterious powerhouse of his level, whatever he does wouldn't seem strange."
Lady Misir put down the documents in her hand and gently rubbed her temples, alleviating the fatigue caused by days of insomnia.
Karl had put too much pressure on her.
It wasn't difficult to find the mysterious powerhouse who had been lewd with her that night.
After that, Karl disappeared.
Lady Misir quickly found his mysterious identity; Saintess Chris and Brave Sylvie vaguely deferred to him.
She had seen Karl's dragon artifact during her castle training.
Given its size and her own tearing injuries, it was easy to deduce that he was responsible, especially since Karl had never hidden it from the start.
Lady Misir suspected that being violated both front and back was a warning.
"The plan is on hold for now. There are some rats in the city; let's wait for them to act first."
"Alright." Hill nodded. The Knights Templar, led by Aisha, mingling in the slums was no secret. That scale of personnel movement could not be hidden indefinitely.
Lady Misir and Hill both knew.
Karl knew that the Dark Elf had taken control of San Marino City, but to what extent did he know?
And Karl's recent high profile, was it due to some agreement with Aisha?
All of this made them hesitant to act rashly. The Dark Elf Clan's years of planning could not be ruined because of them.
They could only continuously deploy reinforcements for passive defense.
All they could do was wait.
In the slums, in a simple but immaculately clean room.
Aisha sat at an old wooden table, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her subordinates had discovered a large number of Dark Elf in San Marino City.
Although for the past ten years or so, nobles had a tradition of colluding with Dark Elf.
This was something she deeply detested, but there were simply too many Dark Elf here, and their numbers had been increasing recently.
Her keen political intuition told her there was a conspiracy.
Her unease stemmed not only from these Dark Elf but also from Karl's unusually high-profile actions recently.
She worried whether Karl had a deeper collusion with these Dark Elf.
Footsteps came from the doorway, and Loyi pushed the door open.
Her face was not very good, and her tone was apologetic: "Sorry, Commander, the plan to mobilize the slums is not going well."
Aisha sighed softly: "It's alright, Loyi. Facing him as an opponent, I was already mentally prepared. What we need to do now is to gather as much strength as possible."
Aisha's strategy was to use the power of the symbiote to accumulate strength from the common people oppressed by the nobles and Dark Elf.
However, events unfolded far beyond her expectations.
Loyi's face was conflicted: "Commander, there are already different voices among our brothers who have infiltrated. They also feel that we are too conservative. Should we stop them?"
After hearing Loyi's report, Aisha sighed softly, snapping out of her contemplation.
She stood up: "He should be starting his speech now, let's go see."
Loyi followed closely, and the two left the tidy room one after another, heading towards the execution platform in the city center.
When they arrived at the city center, the area around the execution platform was already packed with people, their emotions running high. Aisha and Loyi struggled to push through the crowd.
On the execution platform, Karl stood high above.
He extended his hand, clenching his fist tightly, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears: "We stand here! We stand on the land of San Marino City! This land that our ancestors watered with blood and dignity!"
"Every inch of land we stand on now was built by our ancestors with their lives!"
"Yet those nobles ride on our heads, lording over us. They casually trample our dignity, telling us they are born noble!"
"You might say: Mr. Karl, they gave us bread. Yes, you are absolutely right, life is indeed too important."
"But I want to tell you, there is something even more important than life in this world, and that is freedom! That is dignity!"
"As long as the noble family crest still flies over San Marino City, our dignity will not exist!"
"As long as those nobles and their lackeys run rampant on what was originally our land, our dignity will not exist!"
"You need living space, your wives, your Children, all need living space. These are not achieved by begging and charity from noble lords, but by iron and blood!"
"Take up your weapons, kill all the nobles! Tell them who the true masters of this land are!"
"Kill the nobles!" The crowd below was furious.
Karl, while giving his speech, paid attention to the changes around him. He found the recent calm to be terrifying.
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