Victoria's face was extremely ugly; she lowered her head, her hand tightly covering her mouth.
She felt as if her entire stomach was full, and it was constantly surging up her throat.
"Actually, you don't need to be angry," Carl said in an understated tone, as if discussing the weather, extending his hand, palm up, signaling Victoria to calm down.
"Although I developed your daughter, I did not harm her life. Doesn't that show my benevolence?"
Hearing this, Victoria clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white.
Carl was very pleased with Victoria's expression, leaned forward, and said seductively, "We can make a deal."
Victoria's expression changed several times; her maturity and experience allowed her to maintain reason amidst her anger: "Why should I trust you?"
Carl curved his lips: "Because of my strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.
In that instant, the entire world was paused.
The wind outside the window froze in mid-air.
Victoria was stunned. She felt everything around her become still. She looked around, dumbfounded: "Ho... how is that possible! You can manipulate time, what exactly are you?"
Carl's smile was unfathomable: "What I am is not important. What's important is whether you can make me feel interesting."
Victoria stared at Carl, the anger in her eyes now suppressed.
Carl looked at Victoria's confused gaze, knowing that his plan was half successful. In this stopped time, he actually couldn't truly harm anyone.
But that wasn't important; what was important was making Victoria believe he possessed endless power.
Indeed, Victoria's silence had already given him the answer.
Carl decided to add fuel to the fire: "You also don't want your daughter to continue being bullied, do you? Become my slave, and I can grant you any wish."
"Okay," Victoria agreed readily, a look of determination flashing in her eyes: "You are not to touch my daughter again."
"No problem," Carl agreed just as readily, pointing at little ka: "Crawl over."
Victoria's Holy Light Armor dissipated, and she crawled in front of Carl. She was very clever; without Carl's command, she proactively opened her mouth.
She tied up her falling long hair, her Mature beautiful older sister type aura fully revealed.
Carl was very satisfied. Although Victoria was unfamiliar, a Mature beautiful older sister type would learn quickly.
Undoubtedly, as soon as she figured out his true strength, she would retaliate without hesitation.
But this was exactly what Carl wanted. Facing such a sophisticated Mature beautiful older sister type, she wouldn't act rashly before she was confident.
"Use this," Carl lifted her hand, his palm supporting her chest. Victoria had an E-cup, undoubtedly the largest among the women around him.
Victoria looked puzzled. As a Bishop, she didn't have any related positions.
Carl was happy to guide her, teaching her to hold with both hands while pressing firmly.
The Mature beautiful older sister type's felt like soft foam; both the sense of embrace and comfort were optimal.
"What do I need to do?" Victoria cooperated, her eyes fixed on Carl's gaze. For her daughter, she needed more information.
"You don't need to do anything," Carl's finger rested on her tongue: "All of this is just an interesting game."
...Victoria and Carl walked out of the church together.
Outside the church, Chris was anxiously waiting. Seeing her mother and Carl appear together, she hurried to meet them, secretly glancing at her mother's attire.
Confirming that her mother's clothes were intact, she visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense expression relaxed.
Carl smiled, his voice sincere: "Bishop Victoria, I've caused you quite a bit of trouble."
Victoria's smile was equally sincere and kind: "Everything is for the lives of San Marino City."
Then, she turned to Chris and softly said, "Chris, please see Lord Carl off."
Chris paused slightly, then responded, "Ah, okay."
Since her mother asked her to see Carl off, it proved that she hadn't noticed her relationship with Carl. The thing she was worried about hadn't happened, which made a huge weight lift from her heart.
"It's alright. Let's rebuild the church soon; San Marino City needs faith," Carl said, then naturally turned and left.
Chris looked at Carl's retreating figure and felt something was off.
She didn't dwell on it for too long before finding the answer.
Carl hadn't really played with her today.
"Lord Carl, although small in stature, has a mature and stable mind. He will become an excellent City Lord," Victoria said with a smile: "You can learn more from him in your daily life."
"Uh, okay," Chris pouted. Her mother truly hadn't seen Carl's true colors.
She also breathed a sigh of relief in her heart; Carl had kept his promise and hadn't laid a hand on her mother.
Chris looked at her mother's mature and beautiful face, secretly vowing in her heart that she would protect her mother.
Victoria watched Carl's retreating figure, maintaining her smile, as a tearing sensation came from behind her. A cylindrical gem had been inserted into her.
This was Carl's demand: it had to remain inside her.
A cold glint flashed in Victoria's eyes.
Carl returned to the City Lord's Mansion. Hill saw him return and quickly walked up to him: "Lord City Lord, the new regulations for San Marino City have been announced as you requested."
"The residents of San Marino City have equal rights. We will strip all noble titles and accept all races. At the same time, we will uniformly recruit workers."
Hill finished speaking, staring at Carl's expression: "However, we don't need so many workers, and according to the current financial situation, we can only sustain ourselves for two months at most."
"You don't need to worry about financial issues," Carl waved his hand: "If the recruited workers don't have enough work, let them build houses. Demolish all the slums and uniformly construct new houses."
"Let the Elf designers plan it well. These newly built houses will be provided to the workers at extremely low prices."
"What about the original residents of the slums?" Hill asked.
"Children will receive unified education and military training, with free food and lodging," Carl looked into the distance: "As for adults, they can choose to become workers for the City Lord's Mansion."
"Yes," Hill said noncommittally, bowing his head and leaving.
Outside the city, in the Brotherhood.
Aisha listened to her subordinate's report.
"He... really issued a City Lord's decree?" Loyi and several high-ranking members of the Brotherhood looked incredulous.
"He doesn't understand politics; he thinks too simply," Aisha said calmly: "To carry out a thorough reform involves too many interests; it's not that simple."
Chapter 80: The Temptation of the uniform
"Hill, the reforms he's implementing are simply impossible to succeed!" Misir's gaze was fixed on the exquisite silver bell on Hill's chest.
The two were lovers. Last time, she watched helplessly as Hill's chest was pierced and a ring was placed on her.
When she returned yesterday, the ring had turned into this exquisite bell, hanging and making a crisp sound as it swayed.
She didn't dare to imagine what had happened to her beloved with Carl.
A complex look flashed in Hill's eyes. She didn't speak immediately, putting her toes into her stockings. Transparent stockings enveloped her legs as she slowly rolled them up her thighs and then fastened the side lace garter straps.
This was a new uniform Carl designed, called garter lace stockings.
After Hill put them on, the back was split, revealing a small section of perky brown skin. Even as a Dark Elf, she found it vulgar.
She then took out another cylindrical crystal, gritted her teeth, and inserted it into her backside.
"Hill!" Misir watched her lover's series of actions, her blood surging, and her tone grew a few shades heavier.
Hill still didn't speak. She put on her high heels, and her entire person immediately appeared a few inches taller. She looked deeply at Misir, then reached out and embraced her tightly.
"Wait a little longer; he is our opportunity."
After saying this, she gave Misir a reassuring look, then turned and left.
Misir watched Hill's retreating figure, Carl's handsome yet evil face flashing in her mind, and her fists unconsciously clenched.
In the dilapidated buildings of the slum, the atmosphere was tense.
On the narrow street, dozens of Adventurers, clad in various armors, each tightly gripping various weapons, from long swords to daggers, from bows to staffs.
Though not uniform, they showed no fear, confronting a group of City Guards. The air was thick with tension.
The City Guards wore uniform uniforms, holding spears and shields, but in front of these battle-hardened Adventurers, they seemed somewhat timid.
The leader of the Adventurers was a Middle-aged Man, his eyes wide and round, holding a huge battle-axe whose blade gleamed with cold light.
He stood at the front of the line, glaring at the robed civil official in front of him.
The civil official's face was very ugly: "Otto, you should understand that the City Lord's order is to redevelop this place. Once construction is complete, you can rent homes here at extremely low prices."
Otto burst into laughter at the words, then his expression turned ferocious: "Do you take us for three-year-olds? Do you think we'll believe the lies of those nobles? Get out of here!"
He finished speaking and raised his giant axe, scaring the civil official into involuntarily retreating a few steps.
The Adventurers behind him all raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"
Their voices were deafening, their momentum coalescing.
The civil official and the soldiers all retreated a few steps.
They had no good way to deal with these high-spirited Adventurers. These guys, if pushed too hard, might actually kill people.
In a hidden corner not far from the slum, two figures stood silently, their faces covered by their mage robes.
Aisha's gaze peered through the gap, watching the confronting crowd on the slum street.
"Well done, Loyi," Aisha said softly: "But remind them to prioritize safety."
Loyi stood beside her, her expression somewhat subtle: "Commander, our people haven't made a move yet. This Otto is a mercenary leader born in the slum, and he has always controlled the gray areas of the slum. Carl's reform plan completely infringes upon his interests."
Aisha didn't seem particularly surprised after hearing this, a smile playing on her lips: "He has his own unique insights, but theory and actual governance are two different things after all."
"Politics and governance, besides theory, also require compromise and distribution of interests. If one doesn't understand this point, no reform can be implemented."
Places like the slum, despised by the nobles, naturally spawned some underground forces that objectively replaced government functions.
These people weren't necessarily good, but their influence in the slum was strong. Nobles would also seek to cooperate with them when they needed things done.
Of course, guys like Otto also knew their limits; they merely wanted to gain some benefits.
"Commander, should we make a move?" Loyi whispered: "We had quite a few elites infiltrating the slum last time."
"Wait a moment," Aisha narrowed her eyes: "Carl will choose to appease him first by giving up some interests. We'll wait to contact Otto. Such a hyena will make a very good chess piece, helping us bite a piece of flesh from Carl's body. Then we will appear as saviors."
"Carl won't compromise with Otto, will he?" Loyi knew Carl was an Evil Dragon, extremely domineering. How could he possibly compromise with a small mercenary leader?
"That would prove he lacks political wisdom," Aisha shook her head: "Killing Otto is simple, but he now represents the overall interests of the slum. If it causes a backlash from the lower class, his reforms still won't be able to proceed. Then our people will incite them, and our army will enter the city as saviors."
"Hmm," Loyi nodded. She also felt that no matter how Carl handled it, they would win.
Time was on their side.
A lavishly decorated carriage slowly moved along the cobblestone road.
Hill, dressed in a tailored office lady uniform, her dark brown skin and tight uniform outlining her S-shaped figure and alluring exotic charm.
A short lace garter strap showed beneath her hip-hugging skirt, and her straight long legs were encased in black stockings and high heels.
She was reporting to Carl with a serious expression.
Carl's hand was always in her hip-hugging skirt. Designing this outfit was indeed the right decision—a Dark Elf Mature beautiful older sister type secretary.
He was quite satisfied with Hill; she could be developed by him while still working without hindrance.
Carl's hand gently pulled out the gem cylinder from her backside a little.
It should be developed enough to accommodate him now.
Hill noticed Carl wasn't listening to her report, frowned slightly, and her voice grew a bit heavier: "Otto's status in the slum is very special. It's easy to kill him, but we don't have time to wait for a new leader to emerge in the slum."
She paused, observing Carl's reaction, then continued: "My suggestion is that we consider giving up some interests and temporarily cooperate with Otto."
"Once we have cultivated our own people, we can then kill him and take over all his forces."
Carl heard this, looked up, and his expression was strange: "Cooperating with a hooligan? Why do you have such a naive idea?"
"To do a major cleanup, you must first thoroughly clean the house."
He patted the space beside him: "Sit here first."
"Sit here first."
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