Victoria felt that Karl was telling her that in his plan, he had no intention of falling out with the church.
Perhaps there was also a warning for her in this.
"Karl…" Victoria looked at the City Lord's Mansion in the distance, she didn't expect this motley crew to actually break into the City Lord's Mansion:
"Is all this your plan? What exactly is your true goal?"
Victoria felt very uneasy; all of Karl's actions, and even his goals, were incomprehensible to her, and such an opponent was truly terrifying from the bottom of one's heart.
In the distance.
Aisha stood at the very front of the team, her posture straight, looking at the already fallen City Lord's Mansion.
Loyi walked up to Aisha: "Commander, should we act?"
Aisha shook her head: "I lost this round."
She already knew in her heart that all of this was a carefully planned scheme by Karl.
Otherwise, how could this motley crew have so easily forced their way into the City Lord's Mansion?
Loyi's golden vertical pupils widened, looking at Aisha in disbelief.
She couldn't understand the game between these big shots.
"Our plan was to incite the common people, and with our forces outside, attack San Marino City from both inside and out," Aisha said with a bitter smile, looking at the distant flames.
Since things had come to this, she didn't mind explaining it slowly to Loyi.
"Karl used a more extreme theory than ours, preventing us from getting soldiers from within, and then used methods I don't know to control the City Guards and reach a cooperation with the church."
"After these motley crews capture the City Lord's Mansion, he will be able to directly take over San Marino City."
Loyi's expression changed; she only felt it was absurd, unlike Aisha, she had crossed paths with Karl at the inn.
Even when she transformed into her snake form, Karl still forcibly took her.
She believed Karl was an Evil Dragon whose cerebellum controlled his cerebrum, one who would take any female.
"Let's go," Aisha turned around: "I underestimated him. His strategy is superior to mine. Since that's the case, then we will use absolute power to crush him head-on."
She currently had two thousand elite soldiers, but they couldn't face the City Guards and the church.
If they continued to wait, the battle at the City Lord's Mansion would end, and it was highly likely they would turn their attention to attacking her.
And the city had already been incited by Karl with more extreme ideas.
If they continued to stay, it would only lead to their soldiers being incited by Karl.
"A terrifying opponent."
Aisha gazed deeply into the darkness, knowing that Karl must be standing somewhere high, overlooking everything.
"Yes, Commander," Loyi and the other captains responded in a deep voice. After listening to Aisha's explanation, they finally understood the danger of this game.
If it weren't for the Commander, they might have truly rushed in like reckless beasts, falling into the trap Karl had set.
The Mixed-blood Species troops began to tighten their formation in an orderly manner, moving towards the city gate.
Since they couldn't breach San Marino City with minimal cost, they would rendezvous with the main force and then, with absolute strength, eliminate all enemies.
"Destroy the city walls," Aisha ordered, a look of determination flashing in her eyes. Even if a strong assault would cause heavy losses, Karl had to be defeated first.
Otherwise, with Karl's terrifying nature, if he were allowed to grow...
Aisha didn't have absolute confidence in defeating him either.
At the City Lord's Mansion, the battle was nearing its end. The enraged Adventurers, fueled by their hatred for the nobles, dragged these usually high-and-mighty nobles out of the mansion.
Amidst the Adventurers' roars, Count Hyman and a group of nobles were pushed towards the guillotine.
Misir stood silently in the darkness high above, watching it all.
These nobles were merely puppets in her hands; their lives and deaths were insignificant.
However, from beginning to end, Karl had not appeared.
This made Misir feel uneasy and wary.
Sylvie, on the side, frowned, watching the Adventurers mercilessly drag out one noble after another, directly using the guillotine without trial.
"Aren't they too extreme?" Misir's goal was to disrupt the empire, giving the Dark Elves an opportunity to rise amidst the chaos.
But she wouldn't go so far as to kill all the nobles.
"Extreme?" Sylvie's expression froze, then she suddenly said: "Could Karl have seen through our plan and is conveying his willingness to cooperate?"
"Huh?" Misir, the Mature beautiful older sister type, frowned.
Who, wanting to cooperate, would first take advantage of their cooperation partner, and not let go of them before or after?
Sylvie thought for a moment before explaining: "He first demonstrates his strength to us, then controls these Adventurers to kill the nobles. This aligns with our ultimate goal. He is conveying to us that he doesn't even need to act personally to easily slaughter these nobles."
Misir's frown deepened: "How could he know our plan?"
"It's not strange for such a powerful person to know anything, is it?" Sylvie narrowed her eyes: "Perhaps this is our opportunity."
"Bet on him?" Misir understood Sylvie's meaning, but still found it absurd.
"No," Sylvie shook her head: "We will only lead the controlled City Guards of San Marino City to surrender to him, and have our kin hide."
As she spoke, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes: "Isn't this an opportunity? Using and betraying, haven't we always been doing that?"
Misir remained silent; she was very wary of Karl.
But Sylvie was right; this was undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.
Time came to the second day.
Karl arrived at the execution platform, intending to make his speech even more extreme today. When he saw the chaos on the street, he was startled.
Sylvie ran over, her face full of excitement, knelt on one knee, and pointed to a head on the ground: "Mentor Karl, I have not failed you. This is Count Hyman's head."
Chapter 57: Dark Elves Are Truly Moist
Karl's eyes widened as he looked at the rolling head on the ground. He had previously been suspicious of Count Hyman; such an effeminate noble looked like the mastermind.
He hadn't even done anything, so how did it turn into a head?
"Mentor Karl!" Sylvie's eyes shone with adoration.
The surrounding Adventurers also gathered around, their faces showing reverence for Karl.
In the crowd, someone handed him a scepter, inlaid with gems: "Mr. Karl, this is the scepter symbolizing the City Lord's authority."
Their voices were filled with pleading and expectation: "Please become our leader and lead us to create the beautiful world you described!"
Karl narrowed his eyes; he needed some time to comprehend everything before him.
Suddenly, someone stepped forward, draped a magnificent cloak over his shoulders from behind, and shouted: "Please let Mentor Karl become the new City Lord of San Marino City!"
Someone took the lead in shouting, followed by the others, and the surrounding Adventurers all knelt down, their gazes focused on Karl.
"?" Karl held the scepter, only feeling that all of this was too absurd and fantastical.
How could these Adventurers really kill the City Lord? Did all the forces in the city just stand by and watch?
Yesterday, because Chris's black silk high heels were too sexy, he played for a while longer and slept more soundly. Waking up from that sleep, how did the world become so inexplicably strange?
In the distant shadows, Misir and Sylvie watched Karl silently.
Misir's lips curled into a cold smile: "He's truly hypocritical. Look at his feigned ignorance; his acting is flawless."
Sylvie heard this and raised the corner of her mouth: "That is precisely what makes him terrifying. I hope he will like this 'gift' we sent."
This "enthronement" play, the handing over of the scepter, the draping of the cloak, and the setting of the rhythm for the surrounding people—all of this was naturally arranged by her in secret.
"We must demonstrate our value to gain more power under him," Sylvie narrowed her eyes, ambition flashing within them: "Let's go. We'll wait for him at the City Lord's Mansion. I hope he won't disappoint us."
Misir nodded, then took one last deep look at Karl in the crowd before turning and leaving with Sylvie.
They had already made two-pronged preparations.
Last night, the Dark Elf elite troops had secretly departed, leaving only a minimum number of personnel in San Marino City to control the situation.
If negotiations with Karl didn't go smoothly, they had already planned to escape.
Of course, if negotiations could go smoothly…
Misir licked her lips. Exploitation and betrayal had always been the hallmarks of the Dark Elves. Those arrogant kings all thought they could control the Dark Elves.
The final outcome was always to become nourishment for the Dark Elves.
Growing through parasitism.
This was the way of survival for the Dark Elves.
Karl followed Sylvie, with a group of excited Adventurers behind him.
Sylvie turned and said: "Mr. Karl, Commander Sylvie highly praises your philosophy. During last night's chaos, it was she who commanded the City Guards to help quickly stabilize the situation in the city."
Karl's expression remained calm, but he knew in his heart that this Commander Sylvie was the reason why the situation had developed into such a strange state.
He was well aware that his extreme ideology could not be accepted by vested interests. That Commander named Sylvie was the mastermind behind everything.
Karl stepped into the City Lord's Mansion, which was a mess after the battle. Although the bodies had been cleared, bloodstains remained everywhere.
In the main hall of the mansion, Karl saw the mastermind behind all of this, Sylvie.
She wore a white male noble's attire, her long hair neatly pinned up, exuding a heroic and capable aura, a true intellectual Mature beautiful older sister type.
Sylvie saw Karl approaching. She placed one hand on her chest and elegantly knelt on one knee: "Mr. Karl, it is a great honor to meet you."
Karl glanced at her and softly uttered four words: "Time Stop."
In an instant, the entire world seemed to be paused. All movement ceased, and only Karl could move freely.
He slowly walked in front of Sylvie, reached out, and gently lifted her chin.
Sylvie's face was frozen, her eyes still holding a look of confidence.
Karl unbuttoned her military uniform, revealing her delicate collarbone, and then moved downwards. Her chest wasn't large, only a C-cup, but the shape was very beautiful, and her waist was very slender.
Karl's finger brushed against her skin, pulling up a thin, pale white film, revealing the brown skin underneath.
"It really is a Dark Elf."
Karl was not surprised by this at all. Looking at her confident expression, he directly put little ka in her mouth.
There was a somewhat moist, muddy feeling.
It seemed the Dark Elf's mouth wasn't too different from other races.
Karl, while admiring her confident expression, held her head with both hands, the image of Loyi's snake-woman appearing in his mind.
The true non-human experience still had to be those strange and peculiar races.
"Hoo…"
Karl aimed at her chest… Sylvie suddenly froze after speaking, feeling discomfort in her mouth, and at the same time, a strange sticky sensation came from her chest.
"I'd like to have a private chat with Miss Sylvie," Karl said to Sylvie.
Sylvie nodded, without asking further, turned and left the reception hall, gently closing the door.
Inside the room, only Karl and Sylvie remained.
Sylvie appeared quite generous. After Sylvie left, she voluntarily unbuttoned her top, and liquid slid down the curve of her chest, but there was no trace of panic or shyness on her face.
She looked at Karl with curiosity: "Mr. Karl, how did you do that?"
Karl smiled, walked slowly to the main seat in the room and sat down: "Give me a reason to tell you."
Sylvie heard this, a smile played on her lips. Her finger traced her skin, picking up a little stickiness, putting it on her tongue, and then walking towards Karl.
She walked in front of Karl and knelt down. Since Karl was relatively small in stature now.
Her kneeling in front of Karl was like an older sister coaxing her younger brother.
Sylvie's hand reached out skillfully. After seeing little ka, a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she generously sat on his lap.
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