His slogans grew more radical by the day, but the city's factions seemed dead.
Karl was helpless; everyone was hiding, making it impossible for him to purify the formless daughter, which made him very uneasy, so he could only try to stir up trouble.
Aisha and Loyi stood below the stage, their expressions grim, as they watched Karl's slogans become more extreme day by day.
Suddenly, a thought arose in their minds.
"Oh no, we've become the conservatives."
Chapter 53: The Stockings Are of Good Quality
San Marino City now resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption. All factions had accumulated power, and a single spark would blow everything to smithereens.
Inside the church's safe house.
"Here, put them on." Karl, however, seemed unaffected by the outside world, holding a pair of black, transparent pantyhose. The materials from this other world truly couldn't be compared to industrial products.
The black stockings were as thin as cicada wings, silken to the touch, and even had a hint of coolness. He couldn't even imagine how good they would feel when rubbed later.
Chris's face darkened as she looked at the stockings in Karl's hand: "Karl, those people you've incited could storm the City Lord's Mansion at any moment. These stockings? Are they really that important?"
Chris racked her brain but couldn't understand why Karl was so obsessed with these black stockings and high heels.
Lately, besides giving speeches outside, he had been designing various clothes in the tavern.
Chris looked at the frenzied commoners and Adventurers who had been incited by Karl, feeling only alarm.
She felt that Karl's abnormal obsession with stockings must have a deeper meaning.
She had even discussed it with her mother, but they couldn't come up with a reason.
"Of course they're important. This is the uniform every woman in the future New World must wear; it's a symbol of dignity and freedom," Karl declared righteously.
He had no interest in vying for power; he only wanted to improve his strength for his perverted desires.
Without various stockings and high heels, half the fun would be gone.
So he had to cultivate the habit of women wearing stockings in this other world, and to achieve this goal, he had to imbue stockings and high heels with special meanings.
Like words such as freedom and equality.
Chris took the transparent pantyhose he handed her, a hint of doubt on her face. She found the style peculiar and different from what noble men wore.
Although she had never worn men's clothing, she wasn't opposed to it.
She also wanted to know what deep meaning Karl's obsession with stockings held.
Chris's slender fingers lifted her nun's long skirt. Lately, Karl had been filling her with his desires every day, and undressing in front of him had become natural.
She extended her jade-like feet and slowly stepped into the black stockings.
"Don't wear anything underneath," Karl said.
Chris frowned. Following his request, she unbuttoned her clothes. Her figure wasn't voluptuous, but rather goddess-like, with her most captivating feature being a pair of slender, straight long legs.
She changed as Karl requested, her long hair draped over her shoulders, exuding a sacred aura, yet she wore only a pair of transparent black pantyhose, with her waist down covered by a layer of ultra-thin transparent black.
Her already tall figure appeared even more elegant after putting on high heels.
Chris also tilted her head, observing her own appearance, feeling an indescribable strangeness.
Karl had been admiring the Saintess putting on the black stockings, his eyes flashing with amazement. Seeing her sacred appearance, yet wearing only a pair of transparent pantyhose, created a strong sense of contrast.
His gaze moved down from the transparent black on her slender waist, across her flat stomach, to her upper thighs, and further down.
"Come, sit here."
His finger pointed to the low cabinet beside the bed.
Chris frowned slightly. This was the spot where she always stepped on little ka with her feet, and she wasn't very keen on stepping on him while wearing these stockings, which symbolized freedom and equality.
It gave her a sense of something sacred being defiled.
Chris hesitated for a moment, sighed softly in her heart, and, stepping in her high heels, sat on the low table. She had no position to refuse Karl now.
She reached out and took off one high heel.
Karl had already reached out and grasped her jade-like foot, clad in black stockings.
"This is the feeling."
For a moment, Karl just wanted to cry. He absolutely had to make all the women in this world wear stockings.
"You…" Chris's eyes narrowed slightly. She felt that Karl, beneath her feet, seemed a little different from usual.
"Don't speak." Karl lowered his head and kissed her thigh.
His hands held her jade-like feet.
He wasn't a foot fetishist; he just missed his hometown.
The night was still long, and he had many ways he wanted to try out.
Inside a dilapidated shack in the slum, the atmosphere was oppressive.
Aisha's brows were tightly furrowed. Vice-Commander Loyi stood to her left, and the dress-clad girl Merlin stood to Aisha's right, her expression subtly unreadable.
The neutral beauty Hera leaned against the wall, her expression the calmest, as she only needed to faithfully execute the Commander's orders.
Loyi spoke: "Commander, they are wearing white armbands on their right arms, calling themselves the New Army, and are gathering forces, preparing to attack the City Lord's Mansion tonight and hang all the nobles in the castle."
Aisha's cheeks wrinkled slightly. She was silent for a moment before speaking: "Is the information accurate?"
This was the first time Loyi had seen the Commander, who usually had everything under control, show such a grave expression.
She looked at Merlin, signaling Merlin to answer.
Merlin's brother possessed the ability to become invisible, and they had always been responsible for intelligence work.
Receiving Loyi's gaze, her expression grew even stranger. She swallowed, her voice tinged with uncertainty:
"After Karl's speech today, they, as usual, loudly conspired and discussed at the execution platform, deciding to raid the City Lord's Mansion tonight. Since the afternoon, they've been gathering people, with no attempt to conceal it."
Aisha's brows furrowed even tighter; this sounded far too preposterous.
"Could it just be a moment of impulse?" Loyi asked cautiously.
"Don't underestimate the enemy." Aisha shook her head, her expression serious: "Moreover, with a wise man like Karl, perhaps these people are incited by him, but their actions must be part of Karl's plan."
"He is a chess player, using San Marino City as a chess piece to play against me."
Karl's recent series of actions, whether it was the theories he proposed or his continuous speeches, had led Aisha to raise his threat level to the highest. No amount of caution was too much.
Aisha knew very well that the weapon of thought was far more terrifying than brute force.
Even many of her Mixed-blood Species subordinates were influenced by Karl's speeches, feeling that they were too conservative.
Aisha felt that all of this was part of Karl's plan.
"Gather the forces." Aisha finally broke the silence in the room: "Prepare for battle, but don't act rashly. We need to see what Karl truly intends to do first."
She couldn't see Karl's trump card, so she would first consolidate her own position.
First, stand in an unbeatable position.
"Yes, Commander." Loyi, Hera, and Merlin responded in unison. Their division of labor was clear, and they quickly relayed the Commander's orders to the other members of the team.
They couldn't understand this game between powerful figures and chose to unconditionally follow the Commander's orders.
The entire slum seemed to come alive with this command. Two thousand elite soldiers, who had been lurking, assembled methodically in the darkness.
In the tavern.
"It hurts." Chris squinted in pain. She didn't like being done from behind, and Karl always liked to insert gems, which made it feel even more painful than usual.
"These stockings are really good quality." Karl held the gems in his hand. All the factions were holding their breath.
He would have to come up with an even more radical slogan for his speech tomorrow.
Chapter 54: I'm Not a Pervert
Karl found that the ultra-thin black stockings from the other world felt first-rate. Stroking them, aside from an extra layer of faint lubrication, there was almost no difference from directly touching skin.
The biggest difference was their quality.
He actually couldn't tear them.
In terms of toughness, these transparent black pantyhose were actually no weaker than ordinary armor.
Although this meant he couldn't see the visual impact of a white patch amidst the black.
But relatively, it could lead to some other ways of playing.
"Stop stuffing them in." Chris clenched her teeth. She didn't want to speak, as it made her feel like she was admitting defeat, but Karl had already picked up three gems.
Thinking of the sensation she would soon experience, she still spoke to stop him.
"Oh, okay." Karl was very amenable to advice. The strong individuals in this world had very tough bodies, but he wasn't a pervert.
He reached out to help Chris put on her stockings properly.
Then came the main event.
"Mmm-ah." Chris clenched her teeth, fine sweat beading on her forehead. Even with psychological preparation, it was still hard to get used to.
"Truly amazing." Karl sighed. The stockings had gone in, yet still hadn't torn. The silk of the demon spider silk was truly tough. He held Chris's slender waist with both hands: "Come, let me see where your limits lie."
...Inside the solemn church hall.
Rabel, clad in shining armor, walked briskly into the hall, looking heroic and spirited.
Bishop Victoria stood before the divine statue, hands clasped, praying devoutly with closed eyes.
"Bishop Victoria!" Rabel walked up to the Bishop, placed one hand on her chest, and performed a standard knight's salute: "You asked us to monitor, and Crown Princess Aisha and her Knights Templar, who are lurking in the slum, are gathering all their forces."
Victoria frowned slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, said: "Gathering all forces? What does she intend to do? Is the information accurate?"
After her daughter told her about Aisha's ambition, Victoria had been wary of Aisha.
After all, a clandestine operation of over a thousand people couldn't be kept secret, but Count Hyman, the City Lord, had always been mysterious.
She also couldn't allow the church's Knights to directly attack the slum.
Moreover, if it really came to a fight, with Aisha's strength as described by her daughter, the Knights Templar wouldn't be enough to fight them.
Victoria had anticipated many possible actions from Aisha, but a full-scale deployment was completely beyond her expectations.
This meant she intended to decide the outcome tonight.
"Yes, Your Grace," Rabel said, her expression peculiar as she spoke: "Approximately four thousand commoners and some Adventurers from the slum are marching towards the City Lord's Mansion, claiming they will attack it."
Bishop Victoria slowly shook her head: "Those are just smoke and mirrors."
She knew very well that those commoners and Adventurers who had been incited and gathered by Karl, although numerous, were just a rabble against a well-trained army and could not form real combat power.
Victoria knew Karl was an Evil Dragon, capable of betrayal at any moment, and she wasn't surprised.
"Can you contact Chris?" She turned and asked Rabel.
Rabel shook her head: "Since this afternoon, she hasn't been seen, nor has Karl."
"I see…" Upon hearing this, a hint of melancholy flashed across Victoria's beautiful face. She had been too careless not to stop Chris from getting close to Karl.
She hadn't expected Karl to suddenly launch an attack, disrupting all her plans.
Rabel looked at Victoria's expression. Even if she didn't often think deeply, she knew that the situation was far more complex than she imagined, and one misstep could drag them into a bottomless vortex.
Victoria took off her bishop's robe, revealing the close-fitting knight's armor underneath.
"Gather the Holy Knights, for San Marino City."
Although she didn't know what would happen tonight, they absolutely couldn't sit idly by.
"Yes, Commander." Rabel's expression was resolute. With the recent ominous atmosphere, the church had been preparing, and all armed forces were on standby.
Before long.
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