"Anything gained?"
Carl walked back to the bedside: "Aisha's target is San Marino City. She wants to control those nobles. But she is not very lucky. The people she sent have been dealt with by me."
Chris frowned. "How much does Count Heyman know? Can we use this information to cooperate with him?"
"There are many hidden dangers here." Carl shook his head: "Count Heiman's wife, Michelle, is a dark elf, and she has been lurking for a long time."
He thought of the training and screening mechanism for little boys that had become an industrial chain.
The little boy they found was definitely not enough to be digested by the city of San Marino.
"I suspect there is some kind of deal between Earl Heiman and the dark elves, or he may have been controlled by the dark elves."
Carl's mind flashed back to the moment he met Count Heyman. There was an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.
When Chris heard the word "dark elf", she remained relatively calm, with her brows furrowed.
She pondered for a moment and spoke slowly: "Dark elves believe in the Spider Mother Goddess. They believe in "perfunctory" behavior and gain power from creatures of other races through "sexual" behavior. They have no ethical concepts, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters."
"On the continent, he has been engaged in slave trade for a long time and is wanted by all the countries on the continent."
Carl had no relevant knowledge about these dark elves in his memory. When he heard that they were wanted by all countries, he just found it funny:
"From the intelligence I have, the sphere of influence and control of these dark elves in San Marino City do not seem to be wanted at all."
Chris was stunned, lowered her head and was silent for a while: "I have heard some rumors that there is a secret cooperation between a small number of nobles and dark elves."
"These dark elves are all born trainers. Teachers use some black magic to transform their bodies. The trained slaves can be sold at sky-high prices..."
Her voice became quieter and quieter.
Karl looked at Chris and saw that she lowered her head: “Hehe, it seems that you need some quiet time.”
He lazily lay back on the soft bed and waved, "Go back."
Chris lowered her head, and after a while, she stood up, bowed respectfully to Karl, and left the room with a heavy heart.
Karl looked at her back. He originally thought that Chris was the kind of saint who was detached from the world.
But now it seemed that she knew more than he expected.
With just a few simple sentences, she guessed the dirty things that Count Heyman did in private.
Carl took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He also needs some time to sort out his next plans.
The development of the situation was more complicated than he had imagined.
The most important thing he did was to kill the "Invisible Girl".
At this moment, there was knock on the door again.
Karl narrowed his eyes slightly, the footsteps were not Chris's.
After the other party knocked on the door, he pushed it open.
Aisha was wearing a black windbreaker, followed by Roy: "Mr. Carl, I am very sorry for the trouble caused by my late night visit."
As she spoke, she took off the sword from her waist, leaned it against the wall, and then walked in.
"It doesn't matter. I can't sleep anyway." Carl lay on the bed with a relaxed tone, ignoring Roy's resentful look behind Aisha.
Instead, it felt like meeting an old friend.
Aisha was just as natural. She walked to a chair nearby and sat down with an elegant posture. "When I was in Wind Chime City, I heard the brave Miss Sylvie say that you think this world is wrong. Can you tell me about it?"
When Karl heard this, he immediately became energetic and sat up from the bed: “Of course, this world is wrong. When I become the master of the continent, the first law I will enact is that women can only wear black lace suspender stockings and high heels when they go out.”
"?" Aisha.
PS: Today, most of my readers are probably spending the holidays with their girlfriends and have no time to read, so I only updated one chapter~
Chapter 50 You are too extreme
“Women can only wear black lace suspender stockings and high heels?” Aisha hesitated and frowned slightly, trying to understand what Carl meant.
Garters and high heels were indeed popular among male aristocrats and were considered a fashion.
The aristocratic women she knew usually wore gorgeous long skirts with intricate patterns.
She didn't understand why Karl emphasized that women must wear suspender black stockings and high heels when going out, and what this had to do with changing the world.
Does clothing choice have any far-reaching impact?
The Capital that Karl brought up made her feel that Karl's thoughts far surpassed those of any politician of this era, which was why she chose to meet him.
Aisha was silent for a long time, really clueless: "Mr. Carl, I don't completely understand what you mean. But I think, in essence, we are the same kind of people."
"We all feel that the world is sick and needs to change fundamentally, and we are looking for ways to change it, and your thoughts are ahead of mine."
At this moment, there was a burst of hurried footsteps at the door.
Sylvie held the sword in her hand, her eyes burning with anger as she stared at Aisha: "Aisha!"
Behind her, Chris was accumulating magic power in her hands, looking as if she was facing a formidable enemy, and was on high alert.
Aisha was unusually calm. She glanced at the two of them calmly and said sincerely, "Don't be nervous. I came here today just to talk to Mr. Karl."
Sylvie gripped the sword tightly in her hand, her eyes moving between Aisha and Roy.
A look of struggle flashed across her eyes.
Finally, she slowly lowered her hands, with the tip of the sword pointing to the ground.
She hesitated. As a brave warrior, she faced Aisha, Roy, and Carl, all of whom were opponents she could not defeat.
Chris frowned slightly. She could see that her companion's indomitable spirit was disappearing.
Aisha turned her gaze to Karl again: "Mr. Karl, I deeply agree with what you said about the inherent limitations of the nobility. I sincerely invite you to create a new world with us."
Sylvie and Chris looked at each other in surprise. They didn't expect Aisha to invite Karl.
The two sides are now enemies.
"Are you inviting me?" Carl raised his eyebrows and looked at Aisha with interest: "I am not interested in being someone's subordinate."
"Yes." Aisha said sincerely, "I think we are the same kind of people. I want to create a world where all races have equal rights. If Mr. Carl's ambition is the same, then I am willing to join you."
"Captain?" Roy asked in surprise, but was stopped by Aisha with a gesture.
Aisha stared at Karl with expectation in her eyes: "Just like the question you raised, the limitations of the nobility are in conflict with population resources."
"Even if I overthrow the existing kingdom, I still cannot resolve these two fundamental contradictions. As you said, this will only become a tragic cycle."
“Mr. Karl, if you can give me the answer, I am willing to lead everyone to join you.”
Chris looked surprised, her eyes moving between Aisha and Carl.
This enemy who had brought her so much pressure actually proposed to join them at this moment. She felt a sense of absurdity in her heart.
Chris felt that Carl's theory made some sense, but she was not too shocked.
On the contrary, Aisha, who is an enemy, seems to take it very seriously.
Carl narrowed his eyes and looked at the blond-haired queen Aisha in front of him. He was not sure how much truth there was in Aisha's words.
If what she said is true, then she is undoubtedly a pure idealist.
If he really wanted to start a revolution in this world, Elsa might make a good comrade.
But Carl had a clear understanding of himself, and he only talked about those theories, and he couldn't explain the real details at all.
It is even more difficult to execute it.
Besides, compared to making a revolution.
What he desires more is to become stronger. The mother of the "Invisible Girl" is Roy, and her subordinates are all symbiotes of the Invisible Girl, and they are targets that he must purify.
This fact has doomed them to a natural hostility.
"Just kill him." Carl raised his hand: "In the country I created, there is only one basic principle that evildoers will be punished."
Carl raised his hand: "Whether they are nobles, wealthy businessmen, or commoners, as long as they commit a crime, they will be sent to the gallows."
"I will give death equally and will not let anyone escape punishment just because of who they are."
"As long as we kill all the vested interests that cause evil, there will be no problem of the limitations of the aristocracy system. The only ones left will naturally be the law-abiding aristocrats."
After he finished speaking, several women present opened their mouths wide.
Aisha's expression also stiffened, and she was obviously unable to hold it anymore.
Karl looked at the shocked expressions of the crowd and continued, “People who live honestly should not be bullied.”
"As for the crimes that occurred in San Marino City, as long as we start with the city lord and kill all the soldiers, servants, mercenaries, buyers, sellers, and all the participants in all links without leaving a single one alive, there will be no more crimes."
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
The corners of Aisha's mouth twitched unconsciously: "Is this... too extreme?"
She tried her best to calm down and took a breath: "What about the population problem? As Mr. Karl said, the land can only support a limited number of people after all."
Carl just smiled contemptuously: "Don't worry, creatures are greedy after all. No matter how strict the law is, there will always be people who break it. As long as we kill enough, we won't have to worry about the population problem."
"The world today, in the final analysis, is one of oppression from top to bottom, and this is wrong. We should protect those who truly abide by the law, who are honest and do not harm others, and who live their lives seriously."
The room fell into a long silence again.
After a while, Aisha stood up and said, "Mr. Karl, I will consider your ideal carefully."
After saying that, she bowed to Karl, followed by Roy, and turned to leave.
Aisha's steps were a little untidy, which was completely different from the calm feeling she always gave people.
Apparently, the villains all thought Carl was too extreme.
Chris stared at Carl with a strange look on his face: "Carl, are you serious? Are you really going to build the world you mentioned?"
She is a saint, so of course she doesn't agree with Carl's theory.
"Of course, I'm serious. Why should good people be bullied? This world is wrong." Carl said lightly. Anyway, he was just making it up and finding a reason to justify himself.
At this moment, a strong wave of power suddenly erupted from Sylvie's body.
Her eyes were determined, no longer showing the confusion and helplessness she had felt in the past few days.
She stared at Karl, as if she had found some kind of belief or goal: "I won't be confused anymore, Karl, I will help you, even if it costs me my life!"
Karl was stunned. Sylvie was a farmer's child and belonged to the most oppressed group in the world.
Her experience made her vulnerable to extreme ideas.
"Of... course." Facing Sylvie's burning eyes, Carl felt that the problem was not serious. It was just some extreme thoughts.
Equality for all races, killing all criminals and oppressive nobles, such extreme ideas should have no market in this world.
On the contrary, it's not bad to be able to trick some simple-minded guys into working for him.
Karl looked solemn: "Yes, this is our goal!"
Chapter 51 I'm Not a Foot Fetishist
The dim basement was filled with a damp and stale smell. Michelle's body was only lightly covered by a piece of gauze, which could not hide her sexy figure.
The unique body curves of mature women and the exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio.
Even more striking was her dark brown skin, as smooth and tempting as chocolate, and her long and well-proportioned legs, spread apart on the examination table.
Between her thighs, a dark elf who also had brown skin was looking down and examining her carefully.
She has the same sexy body curves as Michelle.
However, unlike Michelle's mature woman style, she is more like a queen.
At this moment, his brows were furrowed and his expression was not looking good.
"There are muscle tears on the front and back, about 20 centimeters long. Judging from the extent of the injuries, they are caused by repeated friction over a long period of time."
Michelle's face was gloomy. "Hill, the situation at that time was very strange. I didn't feel anything unusual. It was as if the memory of that period of time was completely erased. There were other people around me, and they also didn't show anything wrong."
Hill thought for a long time, put his hand on her wound, and rubbed it with his fingertips: "It sounds like some kind of mental ability. After attacking you, the other party used this ability to make you forget the memory of that period."
Michelle's face became more and more ugly. He was able to attack her silently.
