"Mmm." Hill pulled him into her arms. She was half a head taller than Carl, and glanced at Chris, who was already fast asleep beside her.
The saint's mother clearly had designs on Karl, and now she's sent her daughter over.
Hill was able to control Chris.
But I don't have much faith in that bishop.
What I just told Karl was only half true and half false.
"strangeness.."
Hill was puzzled. Based on her understanding of dragons, these creatures had no sense of ethics and were indiscriminate in choosing their prey.
He actually rejected her suggestion.
He actually refused to raise a Dark Elf with excellent bloodline from a young age, to cultivate it into a qualified tool that could be used at any time.
Hill looked at Carl's handsome appearance in his arms.
Then I found it funny.
This is actually an Evil Dragon with a very high sense of morality.
Hill found it absurd to connect the two words.
She then glanced at Chris beside her, this beautiful saint, who instilled in her a strong sense of crisis.
She has to do something.
In the quiet, ordinary residential area of San Marino City, under the cover of night, a sudden, urgent barking broke the silence.
Old John, holding a pitchfork, hurried out of the simple hut: "Who's there?"
He muttered to himself, looking around, but saw only the swaying shadows of trees under the moonlight and did not find any suspicious figures.
With a disgruntled snort, Old John kicked the old dog that was barking nervously at his feet. "Shut up, or I'll stew you tomorrow!"
The old dog kept its eyes fixed on what was behind Old John, barking rapidly.
Seeing this, Old John's expression turned strange, and a strange premonition made him slowly turn around.
As he turned, his gaze caught a tiny shadow in the dark corner.
"mouse."
Old John cursed under his breath, and without hesitation, swung his pitchfork and slammed it down on the dark figure.
However, the moment he took a step, old John froze, his expression turning to astonishment.
In this deep darkness, countless densely packed eyes seemed to suddenly light up, shimmering with an eerie light. They belonged to tiny, naked female figures, each less than ten centimeters tall.
"Ah?!" Old John let out a terrified scream. He staggered back a few steps, fell to the ground, and tried to turn around and crawl backward, supporting himself with his hands.
However, when he managed to turn around, he found that he was also surrounded by countless tiny female figures.
"No...don't come any closer!" Old John screamed, trying to struggle.
Countless tiny figures surged towards Old John like a tidal wave. Overwhelmed by these sudden female figures, Old John writhed on the ground in agony, uttering desperate howls.
In just a few seconds, all was silent. Soon, the little people left like a tide, leaving only a pile of white bones on the ground and an old dog with its tail between its legs in terror.
Chapter 124 The Saintess's Hobbies
As the morning sunlight streamed into the room, Carl opened his eyes, turned his head, and found the bed on his left empty; Hill had left sometime earlier.
His gaze naturally fell on his right arm, where Chris nestled against him, eyes closed, fast asleep.
She was exhausted from last night's ordeal, and Hill was clearly targeting her, leading Carl to repeatedly harass Chris.
Carl looked at Chris, the sunlight shining on her cheeks. She truly deserved to be called a saint; her perfect beauty reminded one of an angel who had mistakenly fallen to earth.
Pure, sacred, and inviolable.
However, since the sheets behind this angel were wet, no one would believe that Chris's spot was actually in the back.
Karl glanced at her a few more times, then reached out and stroked her snow-white, flawless skin.
Chris felt his hand, his beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes, meeting Karl's gaze as he lay on his side.
The two were less than ten centimeters apart and could feel each other's breath.
Chris's gaze shifted from the confusion of just waking up to disdain. He didn't say anything, but pressed his other hand against the thin blanket, covering her pristine figure.
She got out of bed, pressing herself against the thin blanket, revealing only her snow-white back and slender waist.
It was obvious that she didn't want to talk to Karl.
Karl watched her changing expressions; this saintess's thoughts were quite hard to fathom, but there was no need to think too much about it at this moment.
As Chris got out of bed, he reached out from behind and wrapped his arms around her smooth, slender waist.
"Let go." Chris was startled and tried to break free from his grasp.
"You weren't like this last night." Karl, of course, wouldn't let go, his hand sliding down her abdomen: "Weren't you already ready?"
A blush rose on Chris's pure cheeks.
Carl used both hands to press her body down, instantly turning her into a prone position.
After that, I became quite proficient.
"Bastard..." Chris gritted his teeth, propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, twisted his body and struggled symbolically for a few moments, then gave up, closing his eyes in shame and anger.
"Phew..." Karl let out a long breath; he too found it amazing.
This is clearly not a normal position, but now it has completely taken on his shape.
It wasn't a fantastic experience, but it was alright.
Every time, Chris would tense up due to nervousness, making him feel as if his muscles were about to snap.
The most outrageous thing is that Chris actually found pleasure in it.
Karl leaned on her back and whispered in her ear, "Your Highness, those who worship you will be very disappointed if they find out that they respect you but actually like perverts who don't follow the right path."
Chris didn't speak, his head bowed even lower.
"Holy crap..." Karl exclaimed in surprise, and sure enough, he followed closely.
He was certain that Chris had been misguided by her; not only were his arousal points strange, but he was also easily aroused.
In the sunlight, a handsome young man embraced a holy maiden lying on the bed from behind.
Soon after, the sound of water splashing could be heard in the room.
Just then, the distinctive sound of high heels could be heard outside the door.
Hill had changed into a figure-flattering office lady outfit. After knocking on the door, she entered the room carrying a pot of water.
Chris was panting when Hill suddenly walked in, startling her. She hurriedly pulled the blanket over her body, feeling embarrassed even though they had seen each other the night before.
Hill's gaze did not linger on Chris; he walked straight to Karl, his expression somber: "I'm sorry, Lord City Lord, another death occurred in the Lower City last night, and the death toll has now exceeded one hundred."
"More than a hundred people?" Before Carl could speak, Chris covered her mouth with one hand, looking worried. She didn't care that Little Ka was still deeply inside her body.
After Carl finished, he would leave her inside him and slowly linger until he was done. Chris didn't dislike this feeling of fullness and never deliberately tried to push him out.
It just gets more energetic after being left inside for a long time.
Chris didn't care about anything else at that moment. She quickly got out of bed and began to frantically put on her nun's habit.
Upon hearing this, Karl frowned. Even he found it difficult to remain calm in the face of such a large death toll.
More than ten people died the day before yesterday, and a hundred died last night. It is not yet known whether the two deaths are related.
But just thinking about it sends chills down your spine.
"Keep the news under wraps and don't cause panic," Karl ordered in a deep voice, getting out of bed. "Let's go to the scene now."
"Yes." Hill nodded respectfully, waiting for Chris to finish dressing before handing her the water bottle and saying softly:
"Get some water, you're probably going to be very busy soon."
Chris didn't think much of it. The situation was urgent. When he saw the water bottle in front of him, he also felt extremely thirsty. Since last night, the only liquid he had been drinking was thick protein, which did not quench his thirst at all.
She took the water bottle, took a sip, and the cool water soothed her throat and calmed her flustered mood a little.
The next second, she suddenly came to her senses.
She easily loses her temper whenever Karl goes astray, and last night she sprayed Hill in the face with his mouth.
Chris was furious. So many people had died, and she still had the nerve to humiliate her, but she couldn't refute Hill.
Then consider that she is a Dark Elf, ranked last in morality among the intelligent races of the continent.
"snort."
Chris snorted and finished his water bottle in one gulp.
Her dislike for Hill deepened.
Carl didn't notice the two women's subtle movements; his brain was racing, processing every detail.
He was certain that this incident was related to an evil god.
Moreover, the fact that it happened in a city under his name undoubtedly makes the situation even more complicated.
Any one of those evil gods could easily destroy a city and wipe out its entire population instantly.
If he doesn't find clues and resolve this crisis soon, the power he's worked so hard to build could very well turn into a dead city in just a few nights.
Led by Hill, Carl and Chris quickly crossed the city streets.
Along the way, they could see City Guards soldiers working hard to maintain order. Clearly, Hill had made arrangements before coming to find them to ensure the stability of the city.
Carl was very satisfied with the efficiency and reliability of this Dark Elf secretary.
A truly capable secretary is like this: not only can they arrange work perfectly, but they also have a wide range of skills, are bold in their approach, are adept at developing new ideas, and are loyal.
The residents on the street were clearly talking about the incident, but there was no widespread panic yet.
Carl breathed a slight sigh of relief; the worst wasn't yet over.
They entered the scene of the crime together, an ordinary residential courtyard.
Bishop Victoria was already standing there.
"Mom!" Chris rushed over to greet her.
When she got closer, Victoria's nose twitched, and Weiwei frowned, but quickly concealed it.
Chapter 125 wolf girl
Victoria looked at her pure and beautiful daughter, her feelings complicated. She smelled a familiar fishy smell on her daughter, along with a faint smell of urine.
She knew her daughter and Carl would have an affair.
But she doesn't even dare to think about how big of a game you're playing.
" Bishop Victoria." Karl greeted the beautiful, mature woman who had recently shown him inexplicable kindness, then looked towards the courtyard.
He saw an old dog curled up in a ball, its body trembling and baring its teeth, a clear sign of stress.
A white skeleton lay quietly on the ground beside it, the flesh on the bone completely gnawed away, leaving only a pool of dark red blood on the ground.
Karl looked up, and the area fell into a deathly silence.
Although the sun was still high overhead, a chill inexplicably ran from the soles of my feet straight up to my heart.
This entire area was devoured overnight, leaving only bones.
Victoria turned her gaze away from her daughter; now was not the time to discuss how much her daughter was playing with the flower. She walked over to Carl's side.
"Last night, I went through all the church's books with the nuns, and unfortunately, there was no record of any similar creature in the church's records."
"Moreover... I can't imagine what kind of creature could cause such a large-scale death silently overnight."
Yesterday, the deaths of more than ten people were merely strange; today, the deaths of over a hundred are truly terrifying.
"Any clues?" Karl frowned. His problem now was not only how to fight the enemy, but also that he couldn't even understand what the enemy was.
The deaths of hundreds of people, on such a massive scale, were managed to leave no trace.
Victoria shook her head, her beautiful face showing the same confusion.
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