Just then, Lilia suddenly raised her high-heeled shoe and stomped heavily on the boy's crucial spot, a crisp 'crack' sounding like brittle bones shattering.
Blood splattered instantly, staining her high heels and the stockings on her feet.
"Ah!!" The boy clutched his wound, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
Lilia looked at the boy struggling in pain on the ground, sniffed the scent of blood in the air, slightly raised her chin, and said to the maid beside her: "Treat him. If he survives, he'll be worthy of becoming my toy."
"Yes, My Lady Lilia." The maid responded respectfully, not showing a hint of surprise on her face.
Clearly, she had long grown accustomed to such things.
Lilia turned and walked away, passing through the long castle corridor, her high heels on the ground leaving a trail of bloodstains with her every step.
Along the way, maids and guards, upon seeing her approach, instinctively lowered their heads and bowed respectfully, not daring to meet her gaze.
Lilia entered the castle hall, one hand gently lifting her noble long skirt, revealing her slender legs and blood-stained high heels.
Walking to the center of the hall, she curtsied slightly, greeting the mature woman seated on the main throne: "My Lady Mother, you called for me."
On the main throne, the mature woman was graceful and dignified, with white animal fur draped over her shoulders. She was intently perusing a scroll in her hands. Hearing Lilia's voice, she didn't look up, merely saying indifferently: "That young city lord refused our invitation."
Lilia chuckled softly: "Hmph hmph~ He defeated that Princess to become the new city lord. These self-important fellows always misjudge their own strength, hoping for more benefits."
"Like before, should I make him realize his place?" Lilia asked, a playful tone in her voice: "I quite like the high heels and stockings he invented."
The mature woman put down the scroll in her hand, picked up the golden bell on the table, and gently shook it.
The bell emitted a clear sound.
Immediately, an old man dressed in a crisp butler's uniform walked in, bowing.
"Take her to see the gift that city lord sent us." The mature woman said indifferently, "Lilia, you shall return his gift."
"As you command, Master." The old butler bowed respectfully, then turned to Lilia, bowing slightly, "Please follow me, Miss."
Lilia paused, then smiled: "Oh~ I hope it's an interesting gift."
She bowed to her mother, then followed behind the old butler, leaving the castle together.
They arrived at an open space outside the castle, where a dilapidated carriage was parked.
Dozens of heads were piled on the carriage, each face frozen in an expression of terror, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.
Not far away, a young knight knelt trembling on the ground.
Seeing Lilia and the old butler arrive, his body involuntarily trembled.
Lilia walked to the carriage, carefully examining the heads, and casually picked up one, holding it in her hand: "This is the most interesting gift I've received."
"De… Devil." The young knight looked up, his voice trembling as he said: "He is a devil!"
"Pfft." A high heel was inserted into the young knight's forehead, his eyes widened, and his voice abruptly ceased.
Lilia pulled back her high heel, looked at the white brain matter clinging to the heel, licked her tongue, and smiled at the butler beside her: "Tell My Lady Mother that I will bring back that young city lord. I will remove the limbs of him, his important companions, and his relatives, keep him alive, and at every banquet, make him watch his important people, serving as toys for the feast."
"As you command," the butler nodded respectfully.
Time came to night.
The heavy castle gates slowly opened, and a magnificent carriage drove out of the castle.
Lilia sat on soft, luxurious animal fur, her eyes closed.
There were six people in the carriage: two maids stood with their heads bowed, while the other two men and one woman each wore different expressions.
A tall, green-skinned orc stuck out his tongue, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement: "Can I kill freely this time?"
Another young man looked at him with disgust: "Put away your lowly interests."
The woman beside them, with a somewhat sinister expression, licked her tongue: "This opponent is a strong one who defeated that Princess. Underestimating the enemy can cost you your life, you know."
Lilia slowly opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the carriage, then she smiled: "I need more life and blood. Kill to your heart's content, destroy, as a gift for My Lady Mother."
"As you command!" The three responded in unison, their expressions confident.
Facing a newly rising figure, they couldn't imagine how they could lose.
The carriage sped through the night, heading towards San Marino City.
At this time, in San Marino City.
Lucy lay on the ground, blood and other fluids mixed, sliding down her thighs onto the floor. She was completely paralyzed, injured both front and back.
Lu Bei diligently cleaned Karl with her little tongue.
She held back her tears, looking pitiful and working hard to please Karl with her little tongue, hoping he wouldn't harm them.
Karl looked at Lu Bei's bare, delicate body. He didn't have much interest in little girls, so he reached out and patted her.
Lu Bei paused, gritted her teeth, and lay down with her back to him, her small hands reaching behind her, wanting to spread apart.
"This game brings me pleasure." Karl's mouth twitched. This little girl seemed even more skilled than her sister. He casually took out a gem and threw it on the ground: "This is your reward."
After he finished speaking, his figure instantly vanished from before the two sisters.
Lucy and Lu Bei watched wide-eyed as Karl's body suddenly disappeared into thin air. The two sisters exchanged glances, their eyes full of astonishment and confusion.
A unique fishy smell and the pain in their bodies seemed to linger in the air, reminding them that everything had truly happened.
After a long while, Lucy cautiously picked up the sparkling, translucent gem from the ground.
The two sisters looked at the valuable gem, both stunned.
On the other side of the city, Karl's figure appeared. He could clearly feel that his strength had noticeably increased after what just happened.
He only needed to develop one more new playstyle to break through to the fourth rank.
"Sisters…" Karl rested his chin on his hand. Since sisters worked, then mother and daughter must also work. Thinking of mother and daughter, the first people that came to his mind were Saintess Chris and her mother.
However, he had already promised Bishop Victoria not to play with her daughter.
What should he do?
Chapter 109: The Bet
In the bathroom, water flowed from above, gently caressing Chris's skin. She closed her eyes, letting the water droplets slide over her tightly shut eyelids, but her thoughts were like mist stirred by the current, difficult to calm.
"Sigh, I must be crazy," Chris murmured to herself. To protect her companions, she had been coerced by Karl, not only having her innocent body wantonly played with by him.
Even her back entrance had loosened considerably, and she had even learned some positions using her mouth and feet that completely shamed her identity as a Saintess.
She had already made plans and preparations to outwit Karl and regain her freedom.
But Karl suddenly stopped looking for her, instead leaping to become the city lord, and among the lower social strata, his reputation was quite good.
Although it was a good thing he wasn't bothering her, this feeling, similar to a disliked ex-boyfriend suddenly becoming successful, was psychologically very uncomfortable, like having swallowed a fly.
Her hand followed the water flow, her fingers sliding into her back. It was very easy; her slender fingers slid in with the water.
"Bastard!!"
Chris gritted her teeth, her face flushed red. A Saintess would also marry, but the thought of her future lover discovering how loose her back was made her feel terrible.
She felt disgust in her heart, yet her fingers didn't stop. Under the water, she raised her head, disgusted with Karl, and disgusted with herself.
Chris didn't know that the Karl she detested was, at this moment, in her mother's room.
The residence of the church bishop was generally simple, without any of the luxurious air that nobles of this world exuded.
Victoria wore a black gauze nightgown, transparent suspender stockings encased her long legs, and her high heels gently rested together, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
Her expression was calm as water as she looked at Karl.
"Indeed, this outfit suits you very well." Karl sat in the chair opposite her, his gaze carefully appraising her. These suspender stockings truly had a certain allure when worn by a mature woman like Victoria.
"Thank you, Lord City Lord, for the special gift you sent." Victoria responded softly, her two long legs elegantly crossed: "Lord Karl, visiting late at night, you must be wanting to learn about Duke Oram."
Victoria had no intention of engaging in banter with Karl; she knew the allure of her body.
Ever since she put on these suspender stockings sent by Karl, his gaze hadn't left her chest.
These transparent black stockings offered almost no concealment; once worn, her chest was merely covered by a thin layer of gauze, clearly visible.
Any more banter, and her mouth would likely be too busy for serious matters.
"Oh, what are Bishop Victoria's insights?" Karl's purpose was to find an opportunity to be with both mother and daughter simultaneously.
But if he could get information about Duke Oram, the lord of the northern territory, he would be equally happy.
Victoria gently adjusted her posture, her spine held straight. Despite wearing a sexy transparent silk garment, her unique temperament as a bishop made her appear dignified and sacred.
She wanted to make the atmosphere more serious, to extinguish some of Karl's strange thoughts.
Karl saw her dignified posture—a mature woman, black silk suspender stockings, solemn and sacred—and his eyes instantly lit up. He reached his hand into her sheer fabric.
This gave him a sense of blasphemy.
"…" Victoria suddenly realized he was even more aroused, her expression speechless, a sense of helplessness in her heart, and continued: "The Oram Family, in the early days of the Empire's establishment, led a hundred thousand northern territory Snow Wolf iron cavalry to follow the Emperor in campaigns across the south and north, expelling foreign races and establishing the Human Empire, mmm, ah~!"
Mid-sentence, she felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest and looked down to see Karl cupping and sucking.
"Please continue." Karl looked up. He found that Victoria, as a mother who had given birth to a daughter, indeed had a completely different feel than a young girl.
Victoria was speechless, feeling the tingling bite of the young man's teeth, and a strange maternal feeling arose in her heart.
Her hand instinctively reached behind to lightly support his back.
Victoria organized her thoughts for a moment and continued: "After the Empire was established, the King, to commend the Oram Family, enfeoffed him as the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory, commanding the 24 cities of the northern territory to defend the Empire against the northern beast tribes."
"The first three Empresses of the Empire all came from the Oram Family. In the first sixty years of the Empire, the Oram Family owned half of the Empire's territory."
Karl released her breast, raising an eyebrow slightly: "It seems the relationship between this Grand Duke and the Emperor isn't as close as we imagined."
The Empire had been established for a hundred years now.
When the Oram Family was founded, it commanded the 24 cities of the northern territory. However, he had almost violently taken two cities, and according to Hill, the Empire actually agreed to grant him a title.
This proved at least two things.
Firstly, the Empire was very happy to see the northern territory in chaos.
Secondly, this so-called Grand Duke of the Northern Territory did not have strong actual control over the 24 cities of the northern territory, more akin to the role of a Zhou dynasty emperor.
The Empire and the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory had engaged in considerable power struggles to create the current situation.
He rested his head on Victoria's long, black-stockinged leg, able to cup her chest from above, hold her hand, and have her massage little ka.
This position was very suitable for a mature woman like Victoria.
While Victoria was in a daze, Karl had already positioned her in this comforting-a-Child pose, and she was immediately speechless. How could this Evil Dragon be so skilled?
Her hand could only follow his guidance, gently massaging.
Karl also found this position to be quite good; resting his head on a long, black-stockinged leg, with soft breasts before him, it gave him a sense of lying in his mother's arms.
Her hand was still massaging; although unskilled, the mature woman's technique was improving quickly.
"Oram, Sophie, this generation of the family is more ambitious than ever. She directly controls 8 of the 24 northern cities, and our Church also has deep cooperation with her in the northern territory." Victoria frowned slightly, feeling tickled by his biting. This position instinctively brought out her maternal instincts.
Karl's handsome youthful appearance was too misleading, which made her very speechless.
"She is also renowned in the northern territory for her iron-fisted methods. You publicly killed her envoy; now the eyes of the entire Empire are on this place."
"This Duchess will inevitably use the most direct means to tell everyone that she is the true ruler of the northern territory."
"Just state your purpose directly." Karl knew Victoria had an ulterior motive in her words; he stopped biting with his teeth.
Victoria's hand movements stopped, and she looked at him: "The Church does not want to see either the Royal Family or the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory grow stronger. If you can become the Empire's third force, you can gain the Church's support."
"What's the price then?" Karl wasn't surprised; the Church wanted chaos, and the more chaotic it was, the more influence they could exert.
"You only need to allow freedom of belief in your territory." Victoria's eyes became serious: "And I have a personal request. I hope to establish a cooperative relationship with you. I will fully support you, and you need to promise me that you will never lay a hand on my daughter."
Karl smiled. His covetousness for Chris, as expected, could not be hidden from Victoria, her mother: "Bishop Victoria, you've got one thing wrong. It's Chris who can't leave me."
He had been waiting for this opportunity to be with both of these beautiful mother and daughter.
"Let's make a bet. If I win, you will both be my women."
Victoria didn't immediately retort; the wisdom of her years allowed her to remain calm in any situation: "Mr. Karl, you are very confident."
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