"you eat." Karl casually threw the bread to her. "Thank you." Xiaosha then carefully picked up the remaining food of Carl and started eating it in small bites. Several boys at the table saw him eating with Xiaosha and cast contemptuous glances at him. The two boys who came with Carl yesterday integrated into this environment in just one day. After breakfast, everyone was led to a spacious and bright hall. This was obviously a banquet table with a high platform. Murals were hung on the walls of the hall in an elegant style, and exquisite sofas were arranged in rows. Six maids in uniform came in and asked everyone to take off their clothes. This is one-on-one teaching. The young maid sat sideways on the soft sofa and guided Carl to lie on his side.
"You've learned well, Carl." She felt Carl's movements and gave him instructions: "However, you still need to learn to better control the strength and frequency. Don't be too fast. Be steady and learn to slow down." “Yeah.” Karl looked strange, but he still slowed down as she asked. It's like a massage. The maid changed her lying and sitting positions from time to time, and explained to him in detail how to adjust the angles in different postures to achieve the best experience. At the same time, you must maintain your physical strength so that you don't collapse after a few hits. Carl had a subtle look on his face. Not only did the maid know a lot, but she had also developed every part of his body. He felt a little loose when he saw the dragon. You are doing very well, Karl." The maid was satisfied with his progress: "You are likely to become the Countess's child." "The Countess's child?" Karl frowned. "Yes~" the maid explained, her eyes sweeping over the others who were studying seriously, "The Countess will select the best children among you and adopt them as her own. Then you will be true nobles and will always live a better life than you do now." Chapter 45 Knowledge Practice "You are the best among this group of children." The young maid lay on the sofa and let Carl's small body lie behind her. "The Countess will come in person today. If you behave well, she might be attracted to you at first sight." She closed her eyes and said, "Harder." "Okay, sister." While Carl was trying hard, his eyes were secretly glancing at other little boys around him. Each little boy had practical instruction from a maid. At this moment, they are all full of fighting spirit, as if they can make the leap to become nobles in the next second. Karl narrowed his eyes slightly. The Countess's statement about taking in children was just a dream talk made up for these children. But I did hear some useful information. The Countess will come in person. Carl became curious about the woman who turned the little boy into an industrial chain.
"Hmm~" The maid gritted her teeth, exhaled, shivered all over, and then a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "You learn quickly, Carl." She stood up from the sofa without even wiping it off. She turned to Xiaosha beside her and waved, "Come here, Xiaosha." Xiaosha's body trembled slightly. She was obviously very nervous, and there was anxiety in her eyes. Despite this, she still followed the maid's request and lay down on the sofa carefully. Her hands were tightly grasping the edge of the sofa, as if looking for a sense of security. "Let's get started, Carl." The maid said softly, "Continue to practice what I just taught you on Xiaosha." "Practice?" Carl frowned and looked at Xiaosha under him. She was very slender and her figure had just grown. Girls of this age had clean and prominent features on their bodies. He just hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He stretched out his hands and placed them on Xiaosha's slender waist. He is not a saint. Since he has come to participate in an undercover mission, he naturally won't talk about mysophobia. Karl pressed against Xiaosha and could clearly feel the stiffness and slight trembling coming from her body. In order to make her suffer less, Carl did not show any slowness. "Pay attention to the rhythm, Carl." The maid sat aside and continued to instruct: "Don't use too much force. Learn to slow down and control your instincts." "Yes." Carl's mouth twitched and he slowed down. Xiaosha still felt uncomfortable and her body was very stiff. He followed the maid's instructions, slowly and forcefully. Although Karl felt that everything was ridiculous now, what the maid taught him was actually quite useful. With his size far exceeding that of a normal adult. After the rhythm slowed down, Xiaosha's body actually began to relax and the trembling was less than before. "Yes, that's it. You have to use your hands too." The maid continued to give him instructions, occasionally holding his waist with both hands to control his rhythm. I have to say that this kind of practical teaching is very efficient. Carl suddenly realized that he had actually added more postures. It was Xiaosha's first time, and her body actually relaxed. The teaching went smoothly. During this period, other maids would come up from time to time and invite Carl to teach with them, and practice together with many people. Carl refused. It was true that he was not a mysophobe, but when he saw the other "state" characters, he just felt a chill. The maids were very tolerant about this and did not force any demands. Everyone takes a rest when they are tired of studying. Although Carl's strength has not improved, his posture is +1+1. . . At noon, servants also brought a sumptuous lunch.
During afternoon teaching. The door of the hall suddenly opened, and a maid hurried in, her voice tense: "Countess Michel is here!" The maids who were teaching immediately perked up, stood up, straightened their appearance, and guided the children to stand in a row on one side of the hall. Not long after, crisp footsteps were heard outside the hall. Countess Michelle walked in surrounded by several maids. She looked to be in her thirties, with long black curly hair. The well-tailored aristocratic long skirt highlights her graceful figure. With a smile on her face and in every gesture, she exudes the unique charm of a mature woman. Karl noticed her belly, which was slightly bulging, and it was obvious that she was pregnant. "You're still having a party while you're pregnant. Do nobles play so big?" Carl recalled Hyman, the man who looked somewhat feminine. Next to her stood a little boy with a proud look on his face. He held his head high and looked at Karl and the other boys with obvious disgust in his eyes. "Everyone, continue studying." Michelle's voice was magnetic, like a queen high above, and her pair of phoenix eyes swept over everyone calmly: "There will be a banquet tonight, and everyone can attend." When the little boys heard the word "banquet", their eyes lit up and they all put in all their effort, as if they were anxious to perform. The maids resumed their previous teaching, and Michelle's presence made them obviously more restrained. Michelle walked past the little boys with a smile on her face. Whenever she walked in front of a little boy, the boy would make mistakes out of nervousness, or simply shiver or lose his temper. It was obviously due to excessive tension, which caused the body to have a stress response. Michelle just smiled and didn't say anything. When she walked in front of Karl, her eyes curved with a smile, as if she saw something interesting. Carl is obviously different from the other children around him, most of whom are feminine half-elves. Although he looks like a bad boy, he is handsome and most importantly, his size is larger than that of a normal adult. This would create a strong visual impact when contrasted with Xiaosha's thin body. "What's your name?" Michelle asked. Karl pretended to be nervous and timidly answered, "Karl." His voice trembled slightly, as if he was very afraid of this noble and majestic lady. Michelle turned to look at the maid beside her: "Let him go back and rest first, and take him to the banquet tonight." She gave the order and moved on to the next boy.
Although it was only a brief exchange, it immediately attracted the attention of people around. Especially the little boy who followed Michelle closely. After turning around, Michelle walked to a nearby place to talk to the head maid. The arrogant little boy who followed Michelle walked up to Karl with a bad look in his eyes. He looked Karl up and down, then leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice: "You are not feeling well tonight and cannot attend the party." "..." Carl's expression was subtle, revealing an expression of caring for the mentally retarded. But when I think about the fact that he is only twelve or thirteen years old and is still living in such a distorted environment, I feel relieved. Seeing that he didn't speak, the boy frowned and said, "I am my mother's child, unlike you untouchables. If you show up at the party tonight, I will kill you." After he finished speaking, he left without looking back. Because he acted too retarded. Carl didn't even show any emotion throughout the whole process. As night fell outside. Carl was quite looking forward to this aristocratic party like the banquet, perhaps he could get some information about the symbiote. Chapter 46: Nobles Party Gorgeous tapestries, classical murals, carefully carved furniture, all kinds of fine wines and food are placed on the table, and the light and shadow of the magic stone lamp dance on the exquisite glass, emitting an attractive luster. Classical music played by elf musicians echoed in the venue. The noble ladies were dressed gorgeously, wearing exquisite jewelry and smiling brightly. They teased the little boys beside them with their folding fans and watched with a smile as the little boys squirmed on their bodies. A lavish and ridiculous feast. Carl was also a member of the ridiculous banquet. Because of his outstanding appearance, he was noticed by two beautiful ladies the moment he entered the venue. They looked at Carl as if they had discovered a new world. "Baby, is this your first time attending a dance?" The lady who spoke was in her early forties, still graceful, with her eyes and eyebrows revealing the charm and elegance of a mature woman. She waved the exquisite folding fan in her hand, lifted Karl's chin, and her eyes were full of teasing. Karl looked flustered, swallowed, and replied somewhat at a loss: “Yes… yes.” “Mom, don’t scare the child.” Another young woman gently hugged Karl from behind and held him tenderly in her arms: "Sister will teach you the procedures of the dance, okay?" Carl felt the soft touch from behind, his eyes subtle, and after a closer look, he found that the woman behind him was indeed 80% similar to the middle-aged woman in front of him. It's outrageous that they are mother and daughter, attending the silver party together. "Come on." The young woman picked up a glass of red wine from the side and poured it on her chest: "Let's start the party with drinking."
“Oh… okay… okay.” Karl seemed very restrained, and as she requested, he buried his head in her chest and bit it. His eyes were scanning the venue. Karl thought he had already set the bottom line of these noble ladies low enough. But when he entered the venue, he realized that he had overestimated the bottom line of these people after all. Most of the noble ladies brought their own boys and dressed them up beautifully like dolls, but when they came here, they mostly exchanged them for fun.