"Thank you," he said, then vanished into the night.
Victoria gazed at Karl's disappearing figure; the fragility of a mother gradually faded, her eyes regained their firmness, and her brow furrowed slightly.
She still harbored suspicions about Karl, his motives, and his goals.
Her daughter's current state was, nine times out of ten, related to him.
However, from Karl's demeanor, his thoughts seemed generally simple; despite being a Dragon, he possessed a human sense of good and evil.
His actions were more based on his own moral compass than on personal gain.
This was a Young Dragon who had awakened a mysterious Time Stop ability, was raised by humans, possessed a simple sense of good and evil, and whose human guardians had most likely died, leading to his longing for kinship.
A Young Dragon who acted on impulse due to his powerful Time Stop ability.
"Hmph..." Victoria sighed softly, feeling the immense pressure on her shoulders.
If this incredible Time Stop ability were reported to the higher echelons of the Church, they would surely dispatch powerful individuals to subdue him or kill him at all costs.
If he could be killed, that would be one thing.
Victoria was uncertain of the limits of Karl's Time Stop ability; if the attempt to kill him failed, she didn't know what level of retaliation the Church would face.
But she and Chris would certainly not have a good end.
Victoria shook her head. She had to become an important person to him, at least to some extent to restrain him, to prevent him from becoming a tyrant similar to a Demon King.
"Sigh..."
Victoria couldn't remember how many times she had sighed. Her daughter's condition, and a Dragon who could become a Demon King at any moment in the future.
She felt so tired.
"But... it's really big."
Victoria placed her hand on her abdomen, her fingertips tracing a path just below her chest, as if it had truly reached there... Karl, treading through the night, returned to the Lord's Mansion. As he reached his room door, he saw Hill in an office lady uniform, black stockings clinging to her slender legs, wearing high heels, leaning against the doorway.
"Is there something important?" Karl asked, as it was already deep into the night and Hill was still waiting by his door.
Hill's expression was somewhat grim. She straightened up: "Yes, Grand Duke of the Northern Territory's daughter, Lilia, is currently resting outside San Marino City. She is accompanied by two maids, and two men and one woman are traveling with them."
"We are still unclear about their combat strength and identities. However, they possess very strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. Two of our blood relatives were severely wounded during reconnaissance, and we are currently unable to approach."
Karl heard this and was not surprised. As expected, the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory would not easily raise an army.
Sending powerful individuals to openly carry out a beheading strike against him was the most cost-effective plan.
In fact, the other party wasn't even hiding; they were simply informing the entire Northern Territory.
Of the consequences of opposing her.
"Quite a sense of ritual," Karl shrugged. "Look into the Black Scorpion Mercenary Group."
"Black Scorpion Mercenary Group? They are not a mercenary group active in the Northern Territory." Hill repeated, her expression solemn as she nodded: "Alright, I'll investigate immediately."
Seeing this, Karl waved his hand lightly: "Get some rest early. Don't worry too much; I'll handle it."
With that, he turned and entered his room. As he stepped over the threshold, he saw Hill following behind: "Is there something else?"
Hill paused: "No."
With that, she quickly turned and left, the sound of her high heels tapping on the ground gradually fading into the distance, disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Hill walked all the way to the corner before stopping, her brow slightly furrowed.
Directly confronting the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory put a lot of pressure on her.
The best way to relieve stress, of course, was to engage in those activities. She had just been about to vent her stress with Karl.
But Karl's instinctive reaction was a lack of interest.
"He's already satisfied," Hill narrowed her eyes. She knew her physical advantages; Karl had a particular fondness for her brown skin, especially when she wore this uniform, transparent stockings, and high heels.
But today, he hadn't looked at her feet.
A chill flashed in Hill's eyes.
She didn't have any special feelings for Karl; it was just that as a Dark Elf, all her behavioral patterns would gradually transform into what her master liked through observation.
Only then could she gain the maximum benefit.
Once the master could no longer provide more, she would not hesitate to stab the master in the back.
Gaining the loyalty of a Dark Elf was simple: always provide them with greater value than betrayal.
Today, Karl had achieved complete satisfaction, and Hill felt a sense of crisis.
Her eyes were cold; she had to do something.
Karl returned to his room, eager to use his skills. As time around him stopped.
He could clearly feel his abilities strengthening further.
After reaching the fourth stage, in addition to his physical strength being reinforced once again, the range of Time Stop reached 400 meters, and he could simultaneously control four targets within the Time Stop to be unaffected by it.
The skill "Formless" could manifest freely within four meters of his body, no longer requiring his body as a medium.
But the biggest change was the new ability gained after advancement.
"Sensitivity Enhancement."
Within the time barrier, he could amplify anyone's sensitivity, with a twofold effect.
"This skill doesn't seem to increase combat power," Karl said, speechless. Reality wasn't a novel; even if sensitivity doubled, he couldn't actually 'fuck' his opponent to death, could he?
Chapter 114: Perverted Woman
Outside San Marino City, by a small stream in the forest, a temporary camp had been set up. Two men and one woman sat around a roaring bonfire.
"Bear, Golden Scorpion, starting tomorrow, you two can slaughter to your heart's content." The cold woman stuck out her tongue, lightly licking her lips, her slender, sharp fingernails glinting with a purple chill in the bonfire's reflection.
"Rain Scorpion, don't forget the Young Lady's order; that new City Lord named Karl must remain alive." The human male, Golden Scorpion, had a playful expression as he turned to look at the magnificent tent not far away: "After all, falling into the Young Lady's hands, death will be a luxury."
Inside the tent, magic stones distributed around illuminated the space. A young man with a tender face lay on the ground, his eyes filled with terror and despair.
Two women dressed as maids stood respectfully to the side, each holding an iron tray.
Displayed on them were various tools, from sharp blades to delicate pliers, all made of pure silver, even engraved with ornate patterns and the Oram Family crest.
Lilia held an ornate small knife, a smile on her face, facing the young man's head: "Don't worry, there won't be any pain."
She placed the sharp small knife in her hand on the young man's scalp. With a slight glide, his skull was easily sliced open like butter.
"Ugh!" The young man couldn't see what was happening above his head, only feeling a series of chilly sensations, and his head seemed to have become much lighter.
Unknown, unspeakable fear was growing.
"Don't move," Lilia's voice was gentle as she easily peeled back his skull, her slender fingers directly reaching into the pale white brain matter.
At this terrifying scene, the two maids beside her maintained their usual expressions, holding their trays.
Lilia's fingers stirred gently.
The young man's eyes rolled back, fear vanished from his gaze, and an unnatural flush appeared on his face. His body arched upward from the abdomen, and his 'little brother' was in an abnormally swollen state.
Suddenly, his body began to tremble violently.
His body shuddered once, then became still.
Lilia's eyes showed regret as she withdrew her finger. Her fingertip was stained with viscous fluid. After licking it, she stood up: "Prepare dinner."
"Yes." The two maids nodded, took out exquisite trays, and skillfully began to process the young man's head.
Lilia walked back to the leather chair and sat down, her slender legs casually crossed, her fingers propping up her chin: "Karl, I hope you can bring me some fun."
...The morning light of the next day penetrated the council hall, spilling onto the long conference table.
Karl sat at the head of the table, and Hill, acting as secretary, reported diligently: "Most of the nobles in Wind Chime City have fled under the Brotherhood's influence. We will soon be able to take over Wind Chime City."
"However, most of the Mixed-blood Species in the original Brotherhood army, after losing that strange power, no longer have the physique and combat capability suitable to continue as frontline soldiers."
Karl waved his hand: "You will proceed to integrate the soldiers of San Marino City and Wind Chime City, selecting 100,000 to be our regular army."
"The rest can freely choose to join the infrastructure team, become free citizens, or become peacekeepers."
Karl was very satisfied with Hill. As the City Lord, he only needed to give a general direction, and Hill could arrange everything in an orderly manner.
"The key is the law. The cities under my rule must strictly adhere to the same laws."
Of course, Hill's easy governance was also related to the laws he promulgated.
It wasn't that his legal design was so ingenious.
It was purely because the penalties were severe enough. Robbery, rape, and so on, if caught, meant immediate hanging. Recently, even the wild beasts in the forest outside San Marino City haven't been eating people much.
They couldn't finish what they had, let alone more.
Hill's mouth twitched: "We currently have a severe shortage of officials, and taking over Wind Chime City quickly will not be easy. Is the law of hanging for embezzling even one silver coin a bit extreme? People's willingness to become officials is very low."
She was under immense pressure. The integrity of officials in San Marino City, if placed anywhere else in the empire, would be considered a model of incorruptibility.
Yet, in San Marino City, batches of them were being executed.
Even she, a Dark Elf, was numb to the killing and found it too extreme.
"Hmm, no one wants to be an official? That is indeed a problem." Karl narrowed his eyes. Even being a grassroots official wasn't something just anyone pulled from the slums could do well.
"Starting today, we will establish official training courses. Any resident who wishes to contribute to San Marino City can sign up. As long as they become a student, they will receive a monthly salary of 1 gold coin."
"After completing the training, they will be assigned to grassroots positions."
"All current government workers will have their salaries tripled."
"Triple?" Hill was stunned: "Isn't that too much? Moreover, combating corruption solely through high-pressure laws is unlikely to achieve good results."
Karl, however, raised his hand, his expression odd: "Who said the law of hanging for one silver coin was to combat corruption?"
"Paying high salaries can attract them to become officials, and when they embezzle, hanging them can recover the salaries paid out."
"As long as enough are killed, and quickly enough, no interest groups will form."
Hill's mouth widened. Good heavens, lower the threshold for becoming an official, set up training courses, graduate and become an official, then get hanged for corruption and have assets confiscated.
These confiscated assets are then given to the training class to cultivate new people to become officials.
Good heavens, it's a closed loop.
"Understood." Hill nodded, then turned. She felt Karl was a bit extreme, but as a Dark Elf, she wouldn't feel any psychological pressure no matter how many people were killed.
Karl looked at Hill's back. No wonder some people had an office lady uniform fetish.
The tailoring was a tight-fitting design, perfectly outlining the sexy figure beneath the uniform.
Hill, this Dark Elf, already had a perfectly curved figure, especially the curve of her shortened hip-hugging skirt and her pair of straight, black-stockinged legs.
"Wait a moment," Karl called out to her. It definitely wasn't that he wanted to mess with his secretary for no reason.
He had leveled up yesterday, so he had to test his skills.
Karl did not hide the aggression in his gaze.
Hill turned back, seeing his gaze. As a Dark Elf, she naturally knew what he was thinking, a smile played on her lips, and she walked on high heels like an elegant cat.
"Time Stop."
Karl stopped time. In an instant, the "Sensitivity Enhancement" effect activated, increasing Hill's sensitivity twofold.
Hill stopped in front of him, her expression serious: "What does Master need me to do?"
She squatted in front of Karl in her high heels, changing her address from "City Lord" during work to "Master."
Her perspective became upward-looking, a simple pose that enhanced Karl's perception that he was the master, the one in charge.
These were all small tricks of the Dark Elves.
"Turn around and lean on the table." Karl wanted to test his skills, and of course, he had to use Hill's preferred fetish, as this Dark Elf had a rather severe M tendency.
Hill turned around, supporting herself with both hands on the wooden chair, her body slightly leaning forward, making her buttocks more prominent, a perfect S-curve.
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