Hill's face darkened. Now was not the time for such things, but she helplessly sat down anyway. The gem-studded pillar already on her back dug in deeper as she sat.
Even she felt a sharp, unusual pain.
Karl, however, didn't bother with her back. He reached out and grasped her black-stockinged foot, clad in high heels.
Chapter 81: I'm Not a Foot Fetishist
Karl held Hill's black-stockinged foot, still in its high heel. He considered himself not a foot fetishist, but he couldn't deny how beautiful Hill's leg shape truly was.
He removed one of Hill's black high heels and held her foot in his hand.
Perhaps it was due to her Dark Elf heritage; as natural assassins, they needed to stand in any position.
This made Dark Elf toes relatively longer and more flexible, allowing them to grip weapons with their toes to attack and kill enemies, making their foot shape generally slender and strong.
It was completely different from the delicate, snow-white sensation of Saintess Chris's jade-like foot in his hand. Hill's brown skin, encased in sheer black stockings, had a wild and healthy beauty.
Hill watched Karl hold and examine her foot in his palm, her brows tightly furrowed.
She didn't understand why this Evil Dragon was holding her foot so intently.
Was there anything special about her foot?
In the slum area, Otto was confronting the City Guards. Was her foot more important than that situation?
"Lord City Lord, is there something wrong with my foot?"
"No, I just find your foot shape very beautiful." Karl's thumb traced the arch of her sole. Through the stocking, he felt her skin and its smooth texture.
He secretly thought it was a pity that in the Dark Elf's understanding, feet had no function for pleasure.
Otherwise, given the flexibility of their toes, he couldn't even imagine how many new ways could be developed.
Hill's brows knitted together. She didn't think Karl was acting without purpose; there must be a special reason for him to look at her feet, but she couldn't think of it at the moment.
She glanced out of the carriage window.
"Lord City Lord, we're almost at the slum area. How should we handle Otto?"
"Are we almost there?" Karl was completely unperturbed. He placed the jade-like foot in his hand on Karl's lap: "Start. We'll get down once you're done."
"Huh?" Hill's first reaction was that something was wrong with her ears. She looked down at her foot, which seemed delicate in comparison to the ferocious Karl.
As a Dark Elf, it would be a racial talent.
She looked up at Karl, seeing that his expression wasn't joking. Although puzzled, she said nothing more. She first tried to touch it with her sole, but quickly found she couldn't stabilize it.
Hill was very talented and quickly began new attempts, spreading her toes within the black stocking.
It was not difficult for Dark Elves to grip weapons with their toes to kill enemies.
But because she was wearing stockings, she still couldn't stabilize it.
Hill kept her eyes on Karl's expression, trying to find some clue, but found nothing. She began to suspect this was some kind of test from Karl.
After trying several positions with one foot without success, she tried to lift her other foot.
Because she was wearing high heels, she didn't dare to use much force, only applying slight pressure with the front of the high heel to stabilize it.
Then, she used the arch of her other black-stockinged foot to massage.
Karl watched her series of actions expressionlessly, observing her transition from tentative attempts to finding some key points. She truly was a Dark Elf; her ability to learn and research was strong.
Just then, the carriage stopped, having reached its destination.
Hill's foot movements ceased.
"Continue." Karl found a comfortable position, leaning against the back of the seat, while one hand grasped her ankle, moving up along the black stocking.
After all, his hand didn't want to be idle either.
As the carriage arrived, both sides, who had been in a tense standoff, stopped their actions. All eyes focused on the magnificent carriage.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see how this new City Lord would handle the current situation.
However, after the carriage came to a complete stop, the door remained closed for a long time, and no one disembarked.
The surrounding crowd began to whisper, but no one dared to raise their voice.
In the distance, Loyi frowned deeply, asking in confusion, "Why isn't he getting out?"
"Hmph, not a bad little trick." Aisha snorted lightly, looking towards Otto in the distance.
Otto, that burly man, had an unusually solemn expression at this moment. His eyes were fixed on the carriage, as if he wanted to see through the mysterious City Lord behind the closed door.
Time passed by second by second. In this eerie atmosphere, every second felt unusually long.
The carriage remained silently parked there, without any movement.
The air seemed to have solidified.
The whispers also stopped, and everyone focused their gaze on the carriage.
Inside the carriage.
Through a gap in the carriage curtains, Hill saw the tense atmosphere of the crowd outside. She had already understood Karl's intention.
He did nothing, yet Formless, he put pressure on everyone, thereby taking the initiative.
And everything was done with such composure.
"Bliss." Karl had only this thought in his mind. He knew he should be attending to serious business now, not indulging in black-stockinged feet and high heels.
But Hill was truly too skilled; even if it was her first time, she had figured out the key points in a very short time.
She continuously massaged with her toes and the balls of her feet under the black stocking, alternating, and the rhythm and force were just right.
Her other foot, wearing a high heel, was equally nimble.
Karl had also had Saintess Chris step on him, but Chris had no technique whatsoever; it was purely that her jade-like feet were delicate and beautiful—she just had good natural endowments.
In the end, he had to hold Chris's foot and guide it to finish.
This was what Karl truly called bliss. His hands could enjoy other parts of Hill's body, while Hill's feet gave him a wonderful feeling of being completely controlled and enveloped.
He didn't need to make any movements; it was pure enjoyment.
He hadn't originally intended for her to finish, but now he simply couldn't stop.
Outside the carriage.
The prolonged silence caused everyone present to go from initial quiet to growing impatience.
Otto's brows were tightly furrowed.
A subordinate behind him leaned in: "Boss, this Lord City Lord is too arrogant."
Karl was not a formal noble; he had incited Adventurers to kill the former Count, then gained the support of the former Count's system to become the new City Lord.
Anyone with political acumen could see that Karl was more formidable than the former Count after this series of events.
But clearly, these low-level Adventurers wouldn't think so much.
In their view, Karl was just a bit lucky.
This was also their confidence in daring to confront the City Guards and hoping to gain benefits.
Otto frowned and waved his hand: "Wait a little longer."
Inside the carriage.
Karl gritted his teeth. He was truly impressed; Hill had actually managed to do it with just her feet. He quickly picked up a high heel from the side and aimed for the inside of the high heel.
Hill watched his actions, a question mark appearing above her head: "?"
"Phew…" Karl let out a long breath, wiped it clean with the sole of her foot, and then thoughtfully put her high heel back on: "Let's go."
"..." Hill felt that after putting on the high heel, her foot was directly submerged, slippery enough to fall out at any moment, and a large amount was squeezed out from the edges by her foot.
But seeing Karl had already exited the carriage, she quickly followed him out.
As the carriage door was pushed open.
"Lord City Lord." Otto, gripping his great axe, looked down at Karl: "You stormed the City Lord's Mansion that night, and my brothers also contributed. Now, my brothers just want a way to live."
At this moment, all eyes were focused on the young, handsome new City Lord.
Karl looked up, glanced at him, and curled his lips: "Your real name is Zhang San, and your true identity is a pawn cultivated by the Empire to engage in human trafficking and betray San Marino City."
"Huh?" A flicker of confusion crossed Otto's eyes. It took a few seconds for his mind to grasp what Karl meant, and then a sneer appeared on his face.
However, in the next second, he felt his body suddenly lift off the ground.
Karl had appeared before him at some unknown point, his slender body effortlessly lifting Otto with one hand: "Since you've confessed, I'll grant you a swift death."
"?" Veins bulged on Otto's face. He opened his mouth to say no, but his throat was choked, preventing him from speaking.
"Crack." A crisp sound.
Otto's head tilted, and he stopped breathing.
Chapter 82: Violence
Hill didn't understand why Karl would ejaculate into her high heel. Transparent stockings were already slippery, and his volume was large, causing her foot to be practically swimming in the high heel.
A large amount of liquid seeped from the edges of the high heel, flowing down the black high heel.
Hill, however, had no mind to notice the sticky sensation in her high heel. She looked up in shock.
The air in front of her solidified, the clamor of the Adventurers abruptly ceased, and the area fell into a dead silence.
All eyes were fixed on Karl's hand.
Karl released his grip, and Otto's body fell to the ground like a limp rag doll.
The underground emperor of San Marino City's slum area had died so easily at the hands of this new lord.
The Adventurers who followed Otto involuntarily retreated.
In the distance, Aisha's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise in them.
Loyi's mouth dropped open: "He... he just killed Otto like that?"
Aisha frowned and shook her head: "Too reckless. Even if he now pulls someone else from Otto's subordinates to become 'Otto,' the seed of unrest has already been planted. What he lacks is time."
Hill's face darkened. She didn't care that walking would make the white liquid flow down her high heel to the heel; no one was paying attention to her high heel now anyway.
She quickly walked in front of Karl: "I can send Dark Elves to impersonate Otto's cadres and control the slum area."
Karl's expression was puzzled at her words: "Otto and his subordinates engaged in human trafficking and oppressed the innocent in the slum area. These atrocities are simply outrageous. These guys should all be sent to the gallows."
Hill's face sank: "Lord City Lord, in the slum area, at least ten percent of the people joined his Adventurer group, and many of them were forced."
"So, the remaining ninety percent of good people deserve to be bullied?" Karl extended his palm, and a longsword materialized in his hand:
"When you raise a weapon against the innocent, you must be prepared to die."
He pointed his sword at the Adventurers in front of him and loudly declared: "Otto and his group have long engaged in human trafficking and oppressed the innocent. Effective immediately, I, in the name of the City Lord, sentence them to death!"
After Karl finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished, instantly appearing in front of the group of Adventurers.
"?!" The Adventurers in the front row were stunned and had no time to react.
In the next second, three Adventurers standing in the front row were cut in half at the waist. Blood splattered out, staining the ground red.
"Ah?!" The remaining Adventurers were terrified by this sudden turn of events, screaming in horror as the scene descended into chaos.
"Die!" A tall Adventurer roared, raising a huge hammer in his hand and smashing it towards Karl.
The longsword in Karl's hand flashed with a cold light. The tall Adventurer didn't even have time to react. Along with the huge hammer in his hand, he was cut in half by a single sword, falling in two pieces, with his internal organs and intestines scattered on the ground.
A foul smell of blood permeated the air.
"Mon... monster! Run!" Facing such a scene, the Adventurers' courage to fight vanished, and they only regretted not having two more legs.
Karl's movements were utterly clean and decisive. He seemed to be deliberately showcasing his martial prowess.
Each attack lacked any flashy techniques; it was the purest form of power overwhelming.
Every time he flashed, an Adventurer was directly cleaved open by him, blood splattering.
In just a short while, over a dozen of Otto's subordinates were scattered on the ground, cut into pieces.
Karl expressionlessly surveyed the gruesome scene around him, then casually flicked the knight longsword in his hand.
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