"Count Heyman is still as difficult to deal with as before." Chris looked melancholy. "He spoke slowly and it seemed like he was totally unmoved."
"This is what a noble is like." Victoria smiled gently: "You have done a good job."
"Well, when we find a parasite next, Count Heiman will mobilize the army and put San Marino City into a wartime state."
Chris deliberately said this to Karl, but saw Karl leaning back in his chair, absent-minded, frowning slightly.
Karl noticed her gaze and ignored her.
Mature women are still more comfortable, but it’s a pity that I didn’t experience it well.
Karl looked at Chris with disdain.
You are such a useless saint. It’s bad enough that you only have A, but you are not as comfortable as your mother.
"Chris." Labelle asked, "How do we find the owner of the symbiote?"
Chapter 39 In public
Labelle's question stumped Chris. Symbiotes are transmitted through sex, but it is difficult to determine whether one is parasitic.
Chris has always relied on Carl, but now she can't say it out loud: "I have fought with those symbiotes. If you get close, there is a small chance that you can sense it."
Victoria looked at Chris with a smile and said, "I'll leave the search for the symbiote to you. I'll go back to the church and report what happened here to the church first."
"I'm going to gather the knights." Labelle subconsciously avoided Chris.
She had just ejaculated while having sex with her best friend's little boy, and the guilt made her feel ashamed.
"Okay, let's protect San Marino City together. We must not let the tragedy of Wind Chime City happen again." Chris was also willing to act alone with Carl.
She was really worried that Carl would accidentally have sex with both her mother and her best friend.
throughout the process.
Both Victory and Labelle deliberately avoided mentioning Carl, making his presence felt minimal.
The carriage stopped at the church door.
Victoria gave Chris an encouraging look and hurried back to the church.
The princess raised a counter-chess, the prince was killed, and there was an unknown symbiote creature. She had too many things to prepare for.
Now is the calm before the storm.
Labelle nodded to Chris, turned and left. Before taking that step, she couldn't help but give Karl one last deep look.
Karl also noticed her gaze.
He raised his head, and his pure and innocent eyes met Labelle's in the air.
Labelle immediately turned his head back, his fists unconsciously clenched, his heart full of struggle, it wasn't that he had developed feelings for Carl so quickly.
It was purely because she was a paladin and ate her best friend's boy.
And I found out that I'm actually a pervert.
If all of this can be explained by physiological uncontrollability.
Finally, when she thought that the little boy working on her was her best friend's, she felt an unprecedented excitement that made her extremely ashamed.
Labelle swore in the name of the Paladin.
Even if I die on the battlefield or fall off the city wall in the future, I will never get close to Carl again.
“What should we do next?” After seeing everyone leave, Chris immediately turned to Karl with an anxious voice.
Karl was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself, and asked with a little surprise: “You ask me?”
Chris suddenly realized that she was too eager, stood up awkwardly, and explained: "Count Heiman asked us to capture a symbiote sample and bring it to him, so that he can put San Marino City into combat status. Otherwise, mobilizing the army without reason is a felony in the kingdom."
Carl waved his hand: "The army is the lord's private armed forces. It is too easy to find an excuse to mobilize it. He just doesn't trust the church. Even if we really find a symbiote for him, he won't act immediately."
Chris’ eyes were dim, she did not refute Karl’s words, she knew that Karl was right.
Count Heyman was not like her.
Her purpose was pure, to help as many residents of the city as possible when Aisha attacked.
Nobles like Count Heyman, on the other hand, only consider how to maximize their benefits, and even want to gain benefits from this chaos.
She took a deep breath and brought her thoughts back to the current task: "Do you have a way to find the symbiote?"
The two of them found it once yesterday.
At that time, she was also confused by Karl's playing with her like that.
This morning when we sent people to look for the pure elf from last night, we learned that the human swordsman had successfully proposed marriage and had taken the elf back to his hometown to prepare for the wedding.
Two teammates, an orc and a dwarf, also followed along to serve as best men.
The bartender in the pub also expressed his admiration for the good relationship between teammates.
I will travel thousands of miles to accompany my brothers.
"Sure, don't we know how to find the symbiote?" Carl spread his hands.
"Ah?" Chris was stunned, and immediately recalled the memories of last night. Now her buttocks hurt when she thought about it.
Although her wounds had been healed by her healing magic.
I still feel pain now, it's a psychological problem.
"Is there any other way?"
It's impossible for Chris to have sex with him on the street and then do it next to a suspicious person to attract the symbiote.
"Yes." Card said, "Just go to a brothel and hire a few. The church will reimburse you anyway."
"Are you really going to do it on the street?" Chris was speechless.
"I have no choice. For the sake of San Marino." Carl shrugged indifferently: "If someone has to have hope, it can be me. I don't mind too much."
“I mind!” Chris didn’t have any feelings for Karl, it was just because if Karl went out to mess around on the street, it would be a loss of face for her.
"No, no." Carl cast a disdainful look: "Do you think saving this city is a treat? If you don't have the awareness of sacrifice, then it's purely for self-satisfaction, so don't embarrass yourself."
"You!" Chris's fists hardened again.
In a world where time stops.
Chris covered her mouth with her hands, her face pale.
She felt the pain was much less than last night, and this discovery made her despair.
This meant that not only the front but also the back had begun to adapt to Carl, and it wouldn’t take too many times for her to completely become like him.
Her current posture made her feel extremely embarrassed.
The two were in the Adventurer's Hall, which was crowded with adventurers who came to hand over their missions.
It's not a perverted hobby.
It’s just because there are so many people here, and adventurers are running around everywhere, most of them lead undisciplined lives, making it a severely affected area for symbiotes.
Carl hugged her two long legs from behind and hung them in the air, in order to attract the symbiote more easily.
He held Chris in his arms and walked around in circles in the Adventurer's Hall.
When he saw the hybrids, he ran over to them and stabbed Chris a few times.
"It hurts..." Chris's forehead was covered with sweat. Even though she gritted her teeth, she couldn't help but said, "Can't you go somewhere else?"
"I can't help it." Karl looked innocent: "Your back is the most efficient. For things like this, you should look for the reasons in yourself."
"Besides, we are looking for a symbiote now. Do you think we are playing a game? We can even choose the posture we like."
Chris clenched her fists, but she couldn't argue with him.
Every time, Karl stood on the moral high ground and pointed fingers at her, making it impossible for her to refute.
Accompanied by a "whoosh" sound of water columns.
"No, this method simply won't work." Chris tried to stand up straight while using healing magic to heal her torn wounds.
Sure enough, she could clearly feel that the lacerations were not as severe as yesterday, and every part of her body was slowly adapting to Karl.
This made her desperate.
"It's really not efficient." Carl also wanted to find the "Invisible Girl" as soon as possible: "But apart from adventurers, there is no other group that messes around like this."
"Yes." Chris raised her head: "Noble."
Chapter 40 The Nobles Really Know How to Have Fun
"Follow me. Even if you are a saint, you should strengthen your physical exercise more often." Carl looked back at Chris behind him and said disdainfully, "We are now racing against time to save hundreds of thousands of lives."
Chris's fists clenched again. This guy didn't even give her time to tidy up after showing off, and urged her to hurry on.
She endured the discomfort and quickened her pace to keep up with Karl.
Because walking speed increases, muscles cannot tense.
The liquid flowed down the inside of her thighs, across the skin of her legs, and was absorbed by her nun's dress.
Adventurers passing by would turn their heads to look over from time to time, casting glances of amazement and admiration.
The beautiful and powerful saint is admired by most adventurers.
Of course, they could never imagine what an obscene scene lay beneath her holy nun's robes.
Chris gritted her teeth and comforted herself: "These are necessary sacrifices to save the lives of San Marino City."
Carl retracted his gaze and raised the corner of his mouth. No wonder some people are keen on playing, it is much more stimulating than simple "sex".
Especially the expression of Chris who hated him but had no choice but to complete his task, which was so fascinating to watch.
After he took his eyes off her, he looked around the street, paying special attention to the dark corners.
San Marino is a city with a permanent population of one million. Its business and trade unions are so sophisticated that they cannot be compared to small cities like Wind Chime City.
All kinds of people, adventurers, merchants, come and go on the street.
Carl looked around, suddenly stopped and looked towards a dark corner not far away.
Chris followed his gaze and saw several suspicious-looking guys crouching in the dark. Their eyes wandered, and they kept looking at the adventurers passing by.
"Are they symbiotes?"
Chris held the staff tightly.
"They are just some petty thieves, but these guys can help us." Carl walked towards the two people in the dark.
The two were whispering, and when they saw Karl and Chris coming over, vigilance flashed across their faces.
They first looked at Chris, seeing that she was dressed in a nun's uniform, and then looked at Carl, seeing that he was just a child.
The two men's eyes lit up. The nun and the child were fat sheep.
The young man put on a smile and said, "My Lords, what's the matter?"
Karl smiled slightly: “Take me to see your boss.”
The two looked at each other, and the young man said, "Okay, but kid, asking for help requires some appropriate fees."
He held out a hand, making a money gesture.
Chris frowned, not understanding what Karl wanted to do, but still reached into the pocket of her nun’s uniform to get the money.
Karl's smile grew even wider, and he suddenly raised his foot and slammed down on the knee of the thief in front of him.
There was a crisp "crack" sound, and his knee was twisted abnormally backwards by the kick.
"what?!"
The young man screamed, covered his legs, and rolled on the ground in pain.
His companion looked at Carl in astonishment and turned to run.
"Take a step forward and die." Carl's voice came from behind him.
The young man paused and turned his head tremblingly.
"Come on, take me to see your boss." Carl said with a smile.
