She didn't dare to look at her daughter, struggling to open her mouth, imitating Hill, carefully sticking out her tongue. After it touched, her body trembled.
The young mother stood frozen, forgetting what to do next.
"Help her." Karl felt a slight dampness. The greatest advantage of elves was perhaps their youthful appearance. Even Angelina, a mother, looked to be about the same age as Saintess Chris, but her demeanor had the gentle charm of a young mother.
"Yes, Master." Hill narrowed her eyes, knelt behind Angelina, pressed her body against Angelina's back, and reached out to cup her chin from behind.
Angelina's body trembled, and she closed her eyes, hoping it would make her feel less humiliated.
Hill's actions were not gentle. With one hand supporting Angelina's chin, the other pressed the back of her head, pushing her towards Karl, while simultaneously pressing her chin to close her mouth.
Karl felt repeated sensations of dampness.
Angelina was like a puppet on strings, enduring the humiliation as Hill guided her. Tears streamed from her eyes. For her daughter, she knew this was just the beginning.
Hill savored Angelina's mortified expression, deliberately sticking out her tongue.
Karl likewise enjoyed the sticky sensation of the pure-blooded elf with her fair skin and the Dark Elf with her brown skin serving him together beneath him.
Not far away, a beautiful little girl was still trembling, her eyes closed.
Visually, the impact was strong.
Angelina was merely a side dish; the true experience was Hill's. She was more zealous than usual in this embrace and mire.
Suddenly, she spat it out, pressing the back of Angelina's head.
"Hoo..." Karl shivered all over.
"Ugh..." Angelina wanted to open her mouth, but Hill held her chin firmly. Her face was extremely pale, yet she dared not make too loud a sound for her daughter to hear.
After Karl's shiver, Hill patiently cleaned Karl while firmly holding Angelina's mouth shut.
After Hill finished cleaning Karl, she immediately kissed Angelina's mouth, amidst her suppressed struggles, until Angelina swallowed with a "gurgle" sound.
"Hoo... Ugh..." Angelina covered her mouth with her slender, fair hand, dry heaving from humiliation, tears streaming from her eyes, in pain and shame.
At that moment, she realized a part of her soul was lost.
"Alright, let's stop here for now." Karl tidied his clothes. He had clearly felt the power of the "Time Stop field" increase by about one-tenth.
Sure enough, this classic method of play had a better effect on increasing power.
His "Time Stop" skill's leveling mechanism was very mysterious.
Picking up a random passerby on the street yielded almost no improvement, but for a new race like Angelina, and a new mother-daughter dynamic, the improvement was very significant.
Angelina froze at his words, covering her mouth, and squeezed out a trembling voice through clenched teeth: "Tha... thank you."
At least for now, Karl was keeping his promise and hadn't touched her daughter.
Angelina quickly wiped away a bit of residue from the corner of her mouth, then used her palm to wipe away tears from her eyes, forced a gentle smile, and hurried to her daughter Pei'er's side, pulling her into her embrace:
"Pei'er, it's alright now, it's over."
Pei'er's tiny body was trembling. When she felt her mother's warm embrace, her body suddenly shuddered. As if grabbing onto her main support, the sense of security made her instantly break down.
Tears welled up in her reddened eyes, and finally, with a "waah," she burst into tears.
However, the crying only lasted for a moment.
Pei'er quickly bit down, forcing back the remaining sobs, seemingly afraid that her vulnerability would worry her mother more.
Angelina hugged her daughter tightly, gently stroking her head and softly comforting her: "It's alright, it's alright."
Hill watched the heartwarming scene between mother and daughter with cold indifference, a sneer playing on her lips, and malice flashing in her eyes.
Karl noticed that when Pei'er was in her mother's arms, she secretly glanced at him, her eyes revealing intense hatred, but that hatred was quickly hidden.
Karl instantly found it amusing. The little elf girl was surprisingly clever.
He looked forward to how much she would hate him when he continued to humiliate her mother.
He quietly released "Time Stop."
Karl turned first, and Hill, with an inscrutable smile on her lips, followed closely behind him.
Angelina looked down at Pei'er, gave her daughter a reassuring smile, then took Pei'er's small hand and carefully followed behind Karl.
She had already secretly resolved that she could sacrifice everything, as long as Karl promised not to touch Pei'er.
The three walked out of the hall, one after another.
Aisha and Loyi had been standing in the distance. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but be stunned.
"Only five minutes? That fast?" Aisha's eyes flashed with amusement, and she turned to Loyi: "Caesar avenges his father by killing Karl, and the Brotherhood takes over San Marino City."
Loyi nodded: "Yes, Leader."
The slaughter in the city continued, the slums reeking of blood.
And the bottom-level residents of the slums, under the bloody weapons, joined the so-called "construction team" to begin infrastructure work.
When the half-day's work was over, and they received their wages from the fierce-looking overseers.
They were confused.
There really were wages, and they were paid daily.
Meanwhile, in the City Lord's Mansion, a ridiculous drama was unfolding.
In the interrogation room.
Amanda's top had been removed, revealing her fair skin, and her body was bound by chains to a specially made iron chair.
Chapter 85 Interrogation
In the interrogation room of San Marino City, dim lights flickered on the damp, cold stone walls, casting mottled shadows. The air was filled with a sickening mixture of decay and blood.
When Amanda woke up, she realized she was tied to an iron chair, her clothes torn open, revealing her fair skin. Her gaze swept over the torture instruments casually placed in the room.
These torture devices were grotesque, some rusty, others still stained with dark red blood.
Just one look was enough to imagine the deep, unforgettable pain these things had inflicted on those who had been interrogated.
"Shh, don't speak." Hill had a relaxed expression, casually picking up a rusty small iron hammer, its body mottled with bloodstains.
Hill's gaze flickered over Amanda's exposed chest.
Then she turned to Karl: "Master, we can first pad her chest with an iron plate, and then use this small hammer, tap, tap, tap..."
As she spoke, a morbid glint flashed in her eyes: "She can watch her own body, skin torn and flesh ripped, turn into a pile of rotting meat."
Amanda's body trembled, causing the chains to clink softly.
Karl's eyebrow twitched: "That's too extreme. I don't want her to die so quickly."
"Master, look at this." Hill picked up a serrated clamp. "This is used to clamp her teeth. With a gentle pull, all her teeth can be extracted."
Hill demonstrated as she spoke, the serrated teeth of the clamp glinting coldly in the light.
"Master, you must have never tried a mouth without teeth, right? It's very comfortable, you know~"
Karl's expression was subtle. He could tell Hill was very excited. This Dark Elf had always appeared rational and calm enough.
But after entering this interrogation room, her eyes were noticeably crazier than outside.
Confirmed, this one has issues.
"Master doesn't like it?" Hill seemed to enjoy the process of introduction. She picked up another whip with barbs:
"This whip, one lash, and the skin will be torn open, but the depth of these specially made barbs can only tear muscle and won't injure internal organs. After whipping, only a simple healing spell is needed to prevent the wound from worsening."
Karl looked at the barbs on the long whip, his expression subtle. He killed cleanly and efficiently, and seeing these real torture devices made him a little uncomfortable.
"Master, would you like to try?" Hill held the barbed whip in both hands, offering it to Karl.
Karl shook his head. If they were toys from his previous life, he might try them, but these were real torture instruments.
He wasn't a pervert; there was no way he would use them. However, this didn't stop him from thinking of some new ways to grind his Time Stop skill proficiency: "Call Angelina over."
"Yes." Hill, seeing his lack of interest, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head, hiding her emotions, and turned to convey Karl's command.
Not long after, the sound of high heels tapping on the ground echoed through the gloomy dungeon.
Angelina was draped in a black silk gauze dress, black stockings tightly encasing her slender legs, and her long hair was styled in an updo, clearly having undergone careful grooming.
This attire, of course, was at Karl's request.
The pure-blooded elf with her fair skin, wearing transparent black silk, indeed looked very fitting.
When she saw the chilling torture instruments around her, her body involuntarily trembled.
But she quickly composed herself, walked quickly to Karl, and bowed deeply.
"Lord City Lord, what do you need me to do?"
Angelina's voice trembled slightly. When she was called, she was already mentally prepared for torture. Karl not calling her daughter made her feel somewhat grateful.
Of course, she didn't know that Karl's reason was purely because only three people could move normally within the Time Stop field.
Karl casually tossed the long whip in his hand to Angelina: "Let's play a game."
He pointed to Amanda, who was firmly bound to the torture rack: "Whip her."
Angelina's body trembled. Holding the barbed whip, she walked in front of Amanda.
Amanda looked up, her eyes filled with fear and pleading as she stared at the cold glinting whip in Angelina's hand, her voice trembling as she said, "No... don't."
Her emotions were on the verge of collapse, tears welling in her eyes.
Angelina's hand, holding the long whip, trembled uncontrollably. She looked into Amanda's eyes. She raised the whip and lowered it, repeating this many times, but she still couldn't bring herself to do it.
She slowly turned to Karl and pleaded, "I'm... I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"I remember saying," Karl narrowed his eyes, "if you don't obey my command, your daughter will take your place."
"No!" Angelina gripped the long whip tightly, her eyes pleading, biting her lip, her voice trembling: "No! I... I'm willing to take her place."
Karl narrowed his eyes, a half-smile on his face: "Oh? Alright, as you wish."
Seeing this, Hill hurried forward, intending to take the whip from Angelina's hand.
But Karl waved his hand, signaling Hill to step back.
He looked at Amanda and said coldly, "Untie her. You will carry out the whipping."
Amanda froze, her face instantly turning extremely pale.
"My patience has limits." Karl's voice seemed to come from hell, devoid of any warmth, and Amanda shivered involuntarily.
Amanda tremblingly took the long whip from Hill's hand and looked at Angelina, who had already turned her back to her.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Amanda apologized softly.
The long whip cut an arc through the air, and with a crisp "crack," it struck Angelina's back fiercely.
Angelina's light gauze was torn by the barbs, instantly tearing her skin and flesh, splattering blood. She cried out in pain, her body trembled violently, and she fell heavily to her knees.
Her body kept convulsing.
Suddenly, there was a "pffft" sound of liquid spraying. The intense pain made her lose control of her muscles for a moment.
Tears streamed down Angelina's cheeks, her body twitching from the pain.
Karl was intrigued. One lash and she was like this: "Nine more lashes."
Angelina said nothing, shakily getting back to her feet.
"Master." Hill suddenly leaned in, her Dark Elf brown skin gleaming with an oily sheen under the torture chamber's candlelight. Her eyes held an intense predatory look.
As she moved, the small bells on her chest chimed crisply.
She voluntarily turned around, propping herself like a dog on the wooden rack holding the torture instruments, and handed an iron rod to Karl.
The dungeon echoed with Angelina's suppressed groans of pain, Amanda's sobs, and Hill's inexplicable gasps.
Karl felt the power of "Time Stop" rising.
Indeed, classic methods never go out of style.
He was just waiting for Amanda's husband, Caesar, to come seek revenge, which would unlock more husband-and-wife gameplay, and that would be another large influx of experience.
"Clap, clap, clap."
The painful and absurd drama in the room continued.
×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×-×
Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon
I have only 1 tier
19$ Tier – Access to 40 advance chapters
patreon.com/Lempil
patreon.com/Lempil