Originally, there wasn't much to see, but with her hand covering herself like that, it instead created a sense of youthful taboo.
She looked up, her cheeks flushed, filled with nervousness and fear.
"Lord Mayor, I can promise to do anything, just please don't bully Mother anymore?"
After speaking, Pei'er lowered her head even further, as if afraid to see Carl's reaction.
Her fingers were tightly intertwined.
Pei'er waited for a while, and when Carl didn't speak, she looked up, her expression pleading: "I am willing to do anything to repay you, as long as you don't hit Mother."
"No," Carl's tone was firm. "I promised your mother I wouldn't touch you."
"?" Pei'er's expression instantly froze. She had considered all sorts of possible outcomes, but she never expected Carl to refuse her request because of a promise he had made to her mother.
A look of surprise flashed in her eyes; this person actually had principles.
Pei'er lowered her hands, revealing her chest. Although she was just beginning to develop, she already had the unique curves of a woman, especially the delicate feeling unique to a young girl.
"It's okay, we don't need Mother to know about our business, as long as you don't hit Mother," her voice trembled slightly.
Carl still shook his head firmly, stood up, and said, "No. I'm a man of my word."
"However," he changed the subject, "you have indeed aroused my interest."
A look of determination flashed in Pei'er's eyes as she lowered her head: "Please... please be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."
Carl suddenly stood up and grabbed the back of her neck. Pei'er was stunned by the sudden action.
With Pei'er unable to resist, Carl carried her quickly out of the study and headed towards Angelina's room.
Arriving at Angelina's room, he saw that she was still asleep. He roughly threw Pei'er onto Angelina's bed.
Angelina was startled awake by the sudden commotion. She opened her eyes and saw her daughter, unclothed, thrown onto the bed, and Carl standing by the door with a cold expression.
Angelina looked panicked. She quickly hugged her daughter tightly, her expression pleading: "Lord Mayor, you promised me..."
"Angelina, control your daughter," Carl's voice was cold as he recounted everything Pei'er had said to Angelina.
"..." Angelina's mouth twitched involuntarily.
"Your daughter has aroused my interest, so you'll have to take responsibility," Carl stepped forward and flipped Angelina over.
"Wait..." Angelina wanted to plead for him not to do it in front of Pei'er, but seeing Pei'er's actions, she couldn't bring herself to say it. Then: "Ah?!!!"
She let out a piercing scream. Carl was using her back.
Pei'er watched her mother's blood flow down her thighs onto the sheets, her fists clenching.
Chapter 88: The Taste of an Elf is Truly Good
Angelina was a pure-blood elf, with a slender build. Even though she was a mother, her figure was only slightly more rounded than a young girl's.
Being embraced from behind by Carl, who was a head shorter than her, was a typical case of a small horse pulling a large cart.
"Ugh..."
Angelina closed her eyes in pain, her hands struggling to support her body.
Each thrust tore at her wound, and fresh blood flowed down her fair skin, tracing her slender, long legs, a shocking sight.
She gritted her teeth, enduring the intense pain. Pei'er was right beside her; she couldn't let her daughter hear her moans. This was her last shred of dignity.
"So wet," Carl embraced her smooth, slender waist. He was finally experiencing the pleasure of a pure-blood elf.
They had high Appearance (beauty), and her beautiful golden hair swayed with each impact. No matter which part of her body his hand grasped, he could clearly feel the smooth, delicate sensation in his palm.
And elves had very low body fat and soft muscles. During the attack, even though Angelina had not been "developed" before, he could still penetrate her with force.
It was just that the bleeding was a bit severe.
In contrast, Dark Elves had much stronger muscle density. During the interrogation in the torture chamber earlier, he had to repeatedly strike Hil's thick fat with an iron rod before she finally broke.
Pei'er watched from the side, helplessly witnessing her mother being humiliated, seeing Carl's arm thicker than her own forearm, seeing him seemingly pierce her mother.
And her mother's pained expression—all of this was because of her.
Pei'er clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, yet she was powerless.
Carl closed his eyes, tightly held Angelina's slender waist, then shivered all over, falling back onto the bed contentedly. An elf's body was truly soft.
Tiny beads of sweat seeped from Angelina's forehead as she panted heavily.
Although Carl had withdrawn, the tearing pain had not disappeared. Her blood and what Carl had left behind mixed together.
Intense pain constantly emanated from her.
When Carl released his hands from her slender waist, he felt his body go limp and fell back onto the bed.
Carl glanced at the collapsed Angelina. Bullying a beautiful young elven mother felt really good. He checked his own status.
It had increased by another ten percent compared to before.
Developing a young mother's backside in front of her daughter was recognized as a new gameplay by the system.
Now his progress had reached thirty percent of Tier 3. After developing seven more types of gameplay, he would be able to upgrade to Tier 4.
Carl glanced at Pei'er beside him and said to Angelina: "Have you forgotten what you learned today?"
Angelina's body trembled upon hearing this. This young Lord Mayor had some unusual preferences she had never heard of, requiring oral cleanup afterward.
She secretly glanced at her daughter beside her. Pei'er was deep in self-reproach, her clear eyes filled with worry and regret for her.
Angelina's heart ached. She didn't want to do it in front of her daughter and could only look at Carl helplessly.
She met Carl's cold gaze.
She could only struggle to prop up her tired body, even though every movement brought excruciating pain from her back.
Angelina crawled to Carl's side, not daring to look at her daughter's expression, and slowly opened her mouth.
Pei'er watched her mother do this, disbelieving, her eyes wide.
On the vast plains outside San Marino City, the Brotherhood army had all arrived. Commander Aisha did not immediately order an attack on the city.
Instead, she began to organize and integrate this force composed of Adventurers and former residents.
She organized strong Adventurers and residents into small teams, selected team leaders, and conducted unified training.
Those who were unqualified were assigned to logistics, and they began establishing a supply line from Wind Chime City in the rear to San Marino City.
This motley crew, assembled for revenge, was quietly transforming from a disorganized rabble into a well-trained regular army.
At this moment, inside the hastily erected main tent, the atmosphere was heavy.
Aisha sat at the head, facing a burly man in his thirties with a resolute face and eyes flashing with anger. A massive sword, almost as tall as him, was strapped to his back.
Behind him stood a man and a woman, his two companions.
"The new Lord Mayor Carl killed my father and kidnapped my wife while I was away."
This person was Caesar, the legendary Adventurer of San Marino City.
His voice was deep and angry, every word seemingly squeezed through his teeth.
His hands were tightly clenched into fists, as if he was trying his best to control his emotions.
"Carl is not the Lord Mayor," Aisha said with a relaxed expression. "He incited Adventurers to kill the previous Lord Mayor and seize the position. Such an act will not be permitted by the Empire."
"Hmm?" Caesar was puzzled.
"San Marino City needs a hero to set things right," Aisha looked at Caesar. "I'll be direct: I will fully support you to become the new Lord Mayor."
"However, all of this requires you to demonstrate enough power to cooperate with me."
Caesar frowned upon hearing this. He was not a fool and shook his head: "I'm sorry, Commander Aisha, I only want to avenge my father and rescue my wife. I only want to be an Adventurer; I have no interest in the position of Lord Mayor."
"Is that so? That's quite a shame then," Aisha showed no surprise and nodded to Loyi beside her.
Loyi understood and left the tent.
Soon, the tent flap was lifted, and a figure like an iron tower walked in—Locke, the black-armored knight, over two meters tall.
He was followed by Hera, a beast-eared girl in exquisite leather armor, tall and with a resolute face.
The two walked up to Aisha and bowed respectfully.
Aisha pointed to the two of them and said to Caesar: "They are my strongest warriors. They will contact our compatriots within San Marino City to help you take down Carl."
Caesar's gaze swept over the two of them. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from them, knowing that these two were indeed extraordinary.
He nodded solemnly: "Thank you very much, Commander Aisha. After I kill Carl, I will take my wife and leave San Marino City forever."
Caesar and his two companions, along with Hera and Locke, a total of five people, departed from the camp together.
Inside the tent, Fox's voice appeared. She held her hands behind her head, tilting her head: "Commander Aisha, those few are no match for Carl, you know~ That guy is super strong."
"Hehe~ I promise not to defect. Let me go together to watch, okay?"
Aisha ignored her, stood up, and looked through a gap in the tent at the soldiers drilling under the scorching sun: "It's enough."
At the same time, a magnificent carriage slowly drove out of the city gate.
Carl sat inside the carriage, looking composed.
Hil sat opposite Carl, her brows tightly furrowed: "Lord Mayor, our scouts have already detected signs of Caesar's movements. I suggest we ambush them after they enter the city."
Carl waved his hand: "No need for such trouble. I've prepared a special gift for him."
Below, Amanda's hands were tied behind her back, her abdomen slightly distended, clearly having been injected with quite a bit of something.
Chapter 89: Close Combat with the Evil God
Caesar and his team were hurrying through the forest. They were all experienced Adventurers, and as they walked, they left almost no trace.
A hundred meters away, the Black Knight Locke and the beast-eared girl Hera silently followed, their figures appearing and disappearing among the tree shadows, like ghosts.
This subtle sense of distance made Caesar feel uneasy.
The human Female Mage took a few quick steps and approached Caesar: "Boss, they might be planning to attack us after we kill Carl."
The Orc warrior also came closer, his voice filled with excitement for the impending battle:
"I heard Carl is good at charming people, but not at fighting. We can totally deal with him. Should we take care of those two guys here first?"
Caesar slightly tilted his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Locke and Hera, who were keeping their distance behind him. His gaze was vigilant, and he whispered: "Stay alert. Let's enter the city first to understand Carl's strength."
He and his teammates were completing a mission outside when Aisha sent someone to invite him, telling him that his father had been killed and his wife taken in the city.
Then she sent people to help him.
She also promised him the position of Lord Mayor.
Caesar wasn't stupid; he knew Aisha was using him as a pawn. His desire for revenge wasn't very strong, but now the two people behind him had become overseers.
He was still weighing the pros and cons.
Just then, a magnificent carriage slowly approached along the road. The carriage body was inlaid with gold trim, and the curtains of the windows were embroidered with exquisite patterns, sparkling in the sun, exceptionally grand.
Caesar and his team stopped, their gaze fixed on the carriage.
They recognized this carriage; it was the former Earl's, the Lord Mayor of San Marino City, personal vehicle.
The ornate carriage door opened, and Carl calmly stepped out, followed by Hil. He looked at Caesar not far away: "Hello, my name is Carl. You want revenge on me, and now I'm here."
Caesar and his companions were stunned for a moment.
They hadn't expected Carl, who was rumored to be almost a devil, to be such a seemingly harmless young man.
In that instant, a dark shadow flashed past them like lightning.
The Black Knight Locke rushed to the front of Caesar and the others. From him, countless flowing black ribbons, as if alive, quickly wrapped around Caesar and his two companions.
Locke's armor emitted a deep, powerful voice: "Be careful, he can use space magic to teleport. My armor will protect you. Don't stray too far from me."
Caesar and the others immediately regained their senses, raising their weapons.
"Time Stop."
Carl didn't hesitate, activating Time Stop. In that instant, all movement froze.
In this static world, the Black Knight Locke suddenly changed.
From beneath his armor, countless black ribbons, as if alive, rapidly spread out.
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