Her feet were delicate, very girlish.
"I'm a Black Dragon, not a human."
"Ah?" Fox was surprised, then patted her head, playfully sticking out her tongue: "Commander Aisha did say that, I just didn't pay attention and forgot."
She saw Karl playing with her foot, and with a giggle, she extended her other foot to his hand.
"Mixed-blood Species cannot awaken their talents; they are born candidates for slavery," Fox said with a smile, wiggling her toes in his palm:
"But by mixing different races, some Mixed-blood Species with special appearances can be cultivated."
Karl held her jade-like foot, looking at Fox. Her distinguishing feature was a fox tail, but other parts of her didn't seem to have any beast-race characteristics.
"Hehe~ I don't even know what races I'm a Mixed-blood Species of," Fox shrugged indifferently: "In those breeding farms, Mixed-blood Species with beautiful appearances are chosen for further cross-breeding. Most of the 'pets' cultivated don't even know what bloodlines they have within them."
"Is appearance the only selection criterion?" Karl cupped Fox's chin. This fox was indeed very beautiful, without the wildness typical of normal beast-races.
It was like the difference between a stray dog and a beautifully bred domestic dog.
She didn't mind at all, sticking out her pink tongue to lick his finger: "I don't know either. My master took me to Wind Chime City to be auctioned as a commodity, then Commander Aisha appeared, and that's how it went."
After Fox finished speaking, she pulled her feet from his hands, wrapping her slender arms around his neck, as if pouting: "Alright~ I've told you all about my past, you have to keep your promise~"
She grabbed Karl's hand, placing it around her neck, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes: "Let me experience that choking sensation a little longer."
Karl, however, didn't use force: "Who is the owner of the breeding farm?"
"Hmm?" Fox's eyes held a smile: "Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, Duke Oram."
"Oh~" Karl narrowed his eyes. San Marino City belonged to the Northern Territory. He stared at Fox: "I want to kill him. Lead the way for me."
"Ah?" Fox blinked, a curve forming on her lips, then she burst into laughter: "Hahaha! You're avenging me, so from now on, I'm your pet. Let's begin~ Master."
Karl, however, shook his head: "No. It has nothing to do with you. He runs a 'breeding farm,' so he must be very rich. San Marino City needs a lot of money for reconstruction, and I don't want to extort money from the poor."
His Time Stop indeed had no good way to deal with "the formless daughter."
But against ordinary humans, he was completely invincible.
Fox stared at Karl's face, seeing that he was genuinely thinking about this issue. The casual smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a look of mockery:
"Your acting isn't very good. If you keep talking about such boring topics, I won't want to play with you anymore."
Karl suddenly stood up and strode out.
Fox was knocked to the ground by his sudden movement. She stared blankly at his retreating back, momentarily unable to recover.
A feeling of utter absurdity welled up in her heart. Was he serious?
At this moment, Karl's back seemed to become unfathomable.
Just as Fox was still dazed on the ground, Karl suddenly turned around and walked towards her again.
"Hm-hm?" Fox tilted her head, smiling: "Master, you gave up a bit too quickly."
"No." Karl unzipped his pants: "Let's finish this first, then get to business."
Fox had been pressing against his body and playing with her small, soft jade-like feet, so he was already in a state of readiness.
Fox's expression was strange, but she quickly put on a smile, turning around with a grin and wagging her tail: "Alright~ Master."
Karl held her slender waist and began to thrust. Fox's petite and soft body had a very girlish feel, that kind of fresh, tender sensation.
He held her feet in his hands, allowing him to play with her jade-like feet while doing it.
Fox bit her lip tightly, offering no resistance.
Karl held her slender waist. He was certain that Fox was not as naive as she pretended to be; her casual demeanor was only because she had a strong self-destructive tendency.
Just now, she kept asking for more intense experiences.
But now, she was acting very obedient, more like she was simply trying to satisfy him.
Undoubtedly, Fox, or perhaps even she herself, didn't know that she had expectations.
"Uh-huh." Karl let out a long breath, his body trembling.
Fox sat up, extended her jade-like foot, and with a smile in her eyes, used the sole of her foot to clean him.
Karl was once again convinced that Fox was definitely very smart; she had actually seen through his fetish.
Of course, he had selfish motives. Since he couldn't deal with Fox's ability, he would just make her one of his own.
Chapter 76 While It's Still Hot
In the Lord's Mansion, the council hall, Karl sat in the main seat, with Fox standing behind him, appearing like an obedient young girl.
Hill and Misir entered the council hall and were surprised to see Fox, looking demure, behind Karl.
They had just been discussing Fox's almost unsolvable power, so how had she become so well-behaved?
Hill knew that Karl had put her in a wooden box that morning to 'fry' her. She thought Karl was just venting his frustration out of helplessness, but now it seemed he had really turned an enemy into a teammate.
Hill withdrew her surprised gaze and reported solemnly:
"Lord Mayor, according to the latest intelligence, Aisha's Brotherhood army will arrive at San Marino City in two days. Currently, the progress of the city wall repairs is slow, and we need to make a decision as soon as possible."
"No need to repair the city walls." Karl waved his hand: "Aisha is not worth fearing."
An invisible question mark appeared above Hill's head. The Brotherhood's main force would be assembled within two days, yet Karl said they were not worth fearing.
She looked at Fox again. Could it be that Karl couldn't handle Fox's ability and had surrendered?
Karl ignored her astonished expression and continued: "Pass down my order: effective immediately, I will assume the position of Mayor of San Marino City, and at the same time, announce my identity as a Dragon to the public."
At these words, Hill and Misir's eyes immediately widened; they couldn't believe their ears.
They looked at Karl with strange expressions, wondering if he thought the reputation of Dragons was good on the continent.
Karl continued: "San Marino City will no longer have nobles. Former nobles will be sent to the guillotine according to their crimes, and all their property will be used to compensate the victims."
Hill and Misir were dumbfounded, as if looking at a madman.
Karl's rambling didn't stop: "San Marino City will open its gates to any race, including Mixed-blood Species. Additionally, all outsiders who now become citizens of San Marino City will be allocated land."
"We will organize factories. Workers who do not wish to farm will receive a fixed daily wage, and will only need to work six hours a day, with weekends off."
"Mr. Karl, do you know what you're saying?" Misir frowned, her eyes fixed on Karl: "We don't have that much land at all, and the so-called factories don't need that many workers; they simply cannot be profitable."
Karl waved his hand: "It's alright, Misir. The so-called work is just a minimum guarantee for all people willing to join."
"If there's no suitable work, let them do infrastructure projects. Strictly enforce the six-hour workday and weekends off. Wages don't need to be too high, just enough to ensure they are fed and clothed, and these people won't rebel."
Hill and Misir frowned even more deeply; they couldn't understand Karl's thinking.
With Aisha's army pressing down, Karl wasn't thinking about organizing resistance, but rather about these irrelevant matters.
Seeing their expressions, Karl shook his head and explained: "Aisha can gather a large number of followers in a short time through populism. Hatred will make the Brotherhood strong."
"But this form of organization has a fatal flaw. These gathered people have no way to survive while following her."
"Human nature is actually about compromise. As long as we give them a reason to survive without having to fight, most people will lean towards compromise."
"Hehe." Fox said with a playful look in her eyes: "That's a very interesting approach~ Although most members of the Brotherhood are indeed ordinary people and might compromise, among them, there are also many who have blood feuds because their relatives, friends, and Children were killed. These people, whose remaining life is only for revenge, will not compromise."
"It doesn't matter." Karl waved his hand: "These people are easier to deal with. Aisha plays with populism; we just need to be more extreme than her. These avengers will become the sharpest swords in my hand."
Karl knew that the source of power for these Mixed-blood Species was "the formless daughter."
So Aisha simply couldn't control the thoughts of her subordinates.
Aisha played with populism.
He only needed to be more extreme than her to gain more support.
Karl looked at Fox: "The Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, Duke Oram, he established ranches and treated commoners like livestock. Such nobles are our true enemies."
"It is he who made us miserable. We should hang him, and send all vested interests related to Duke Oram to the gallows, every last one of them."
Fox was startled, looking at him in surprise.
"That's too extreme." Hill shook her head: "And there isn't enough time. Aisha will be able to attack us in two days."
"No, there's enough time." Karl looked at Hill: "Have your Dark Elf subordinates spread the word that Aisha is a princess, merely a pawn of the royal family. Even if she succeeds, nothing will change."
"But we are different; we are not human. Join us, and without fighting, without shedding blood, you can achieve the life you've always dreamed of."
"And our true enemies are the human nobles, the royal family that exploits this land. I will lead everyone to avenge them, kill all the nobles, hang every last one of their enemies, and create a world without oppression and exploitation."
Karl rested his chin on one hand: "Anyway, you Dark Elves are good at these lies. Just follow this line of thought and elaborate."
"..." Hill's mouth hung open, looking at Karl's pretty face. How could he be even dirtier than their Dark Elves?
"Also," Karl added, "spread some rumors that Princess Aisha was cruel by nature when she was in the imperial capital. Remember to include some adult content."
"..." Hill felt she had still overestimated Karl's bottom line.
After Hill and Misir left, the room fell into a brief silence.
Fox's cute smile also stiffened a bit: "Please, I'm part of the Brotherhood. You're discussing these things in front of me; you don't think I'll keep quiet, do you?"
"No need." Karl reached out, pulled Fox's petite body into his arms, skillfully entering her body: "Tell Aisha what I just said. I am willing to cooperate with her to jointly eliminate the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, Oram."
He quite liked Fox's body; the girlish physique was a very pleasant experience, with a special tender and firm sensation.
Fox's breathing became a bit heavier, but surprisingly, this time she didn't cooperate. After a brief silence: "I think I'm starting to have expectations for you."
In that instant, her head tilted, and her entire being lost its vitality.
"Ah?" Karl held her slender waist, feeling her life slip away: "I haven't finished yet."
He thrust again. Without Fox's cooperation, it was much more effort, but fortunately, her figure was petite, so it wasn't too difficult to use her.
Karl could only speed up a bit, while the young girl still had body heat.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Chris walked in, saw Fox's corpse to the side, then looked at Karl, who was sitting upright, but she smelled a strange scent and frowned slightly.
"Is something wrong?" Karl's expression was serious.
Chris withdrew her gaze: "My mother wants to see you."
Chapter 77 Mother
After the last attack, the church had completed simple repairs in just three days. At least from the outside, it had regained the appearance of a church.
Chris, dressed in a nun's habit, led the way, seemingly having something to say but finding it difficult to articulate.
Karl noticed her subtle emotional change; he rarely saw the Saintess so hesitant: "You look like you have something to say to me."
Chris stopped, her fists unconsciously clenching, her teeth biting her lower lip. She took a deep breath, as if making a great decision before speaking: "My mother seems to have misunderstood our relationship. Please don't do anything excessive later."
Karl was stunned at first upon hearing this, then a knowing smile appeared on his face: "Ha... haha, that's too interesting."
He really hadn't expected that the Saintess was a symbol of purity in the church.
That mature and beautiful Bishop Victoria, however, didn't seem to be stopping her daughter, otherwise Chris wouldn't have been the one to call him.
Chris's fists clenched tighter and tighter, and her head lowered even more. Her voice even carried a hint of pleading: "Promise me."
Karl looked at Chris's holy face, showing such a humiliated expression: "Then how will you thank me? I am a Dragon, you wouldn't be so naive as to think that asking a Dragon for a favor doesn't require a price, would you?"
"You!" Chris's fists hardened. She detested Karl but was helpless.
"Let's go in first." After enjoying her humiliated expression, Karl strode into the church hall. His gaze swept around the hall, finally settling on Bishop Victoria.
His eyes lit up. She was actually wearing a pair of black sheer stockings and high heels. The black sheer stockings clung to her long, slender legs, revealing perfect leg lines, and the high heels further accentuated her tall figure.
After he designed various stockings and high heels, they became popular in San Marino City due to their elegance.
When Bishop Victoria put them on, she exuded a unique charm characteristic of a mature woman.
"Mr. Karl, hello." Bishop Victoria greeted Karl with a composed smile, bowing slightly.
"Time Stop."
Karl didn't hesitate, expanding his domain. The surroundings were paused.
Then he walked in front of Victoria and began to admire the beautiful appearance of the mature woman before him. Her long hair was meticulously styled in a neat bun, her eyes upturned, mature and alluring.
Karl's hand reached into her bishop's robe, the long legs wrapped in black sheer stockings. A mature woman wearing black stockings had a charm different from a young girl.
He unbuckled his belt, first rubbed against the black stockings, then reached his hand to Victoria's waist, carefully rolling down the black stockings little by little.
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