"Take up your weapons and kill all the nobles! Show them who is the master of this land!" "Kill all the nobles!" The crowd in the audience was furious. As Carl was giving his speech, he noticed the changes around him and found that things had been eerily quiet recently. His slogans became more radical every day, but his influence in the city was as dead as a thread. Carl was also helpless, as everyone was hiding, he had no way of purifying the "Invisible Girl", which made him very uneasy, so he could only stir up trouble as much as possible. Aisha and Roy stood in the audience with grim expressions on their faces. They also watched as Carl's slogans became more and more extreme day by day. At this moment, an idea suddenly came to their minds. "Oh no, we're conservative." Chapter 53: The quality of the stockings is really good Today, San Marino is like a volcano about to erupt. All forces have been accumulating strength, and a spark will blow everything to pieces.
In a church safe house. "Come on, put them on." Carl seemed unaffected by the outside world, holding the black transparent pantyhose in his hand. The materials from the other world were really incomparable to industrial products. The black silk is as thin as a cicada's wing, feels silky and slightly cool. I can't even imagine how nice it will feel to rub it. Chris's face darkened a little, looking at the stockings in Karl's hand: "Karl, those people who have been bewitched by you may attack the City Lord's Mansion at any time. Are these stockings really important?" Chris couldn't figure out why Karl was so obsessed with these black stockings and high heels. Apart from giving speeches outside recently, he has been designing various clothes in the pub. Chris felt horrified when she saw the crazy civilians and adventurers who were bewitched by Carl. She felt that Karl's abnormal obsession with stockings must have a deeper meaning. She also discussed it with her mother, but they just couldn't come to a conclusion. "Of course it is important. This is the uniform that every woman must wear in the future new world. It is a symbol of dignity and freedom." Carl said righteously. He has no interest in competing for supremacy or anything like that, he just wants to improve his strength and be awesome. If there weren't all kinds of stockings and high heels. Then the fun would be half as great. Therefore, he must cultivate the habit of women wearing stockings in the other world. To achieve this goal, he must give special meanings to stockings and high heels. For example, words like freedom, equality, etc. With a hint of doubt on her face, Chris took the transparent pantyhose he handed over, only to find that the style was peculiar and different from what noble men wore. Although she has never worn men's clothes, she has no objection to it. She also wanted to know what the deep meaning was behind Karl’s obsession with stockings. Chrissie's slender fingers lifted up the long skirt of the nun's uniform. She had been drunk all over by Carl every day recently, so it became natural for her to take off her clothes in front of him.
She stretched out her jade-like feet and slowly stepped into the black stockings. "Don't wear anything inside." Carl said. Chris frowned and undressed as he requested. She was not plump and looked like a goddess. The most eye-catching thing was her pair of slender and straight long legs. She changed as Karl requested, with her long hair draped over her shoulders and a holy temperament, but she only wore a pair of transparent black stockings, with an ultra-thin transparent black layer covering her thin waist. Her already tall figure looks even more elegant when she puts on high heels. Chris also turned her head to pay attention to her appearance, feeling an indescribable strange feeling. Carl had been admiring the saint wearing black stockings, with amazement flashing in his eyes. Looking at her holy appearance, but only wearing a pair of transparent pantyhose, there was a strong sense of contrast. His eyes moved from the transparent black on her slender waist, down across her flat stomach, to the base of her thighs, and then down again. "Come on, sit over here." He pointed to the bedside cabinet. Chrissy frowned slightly, this was the position she always stepped on little Carl with her foot, she didn't really want to step on him while wearing these stockings that symbolized freedom and equality. This gave her a sense that something holy had been defiled. Chris hesitated for a moment, sighed in her heart, stepped on her high heels, and sat on the low table. She was in no position to refuse Karl now. She reached up and took off one of her high heels. Karl had already reached out and grasped her jade feet wrapped in black silk stockings. "That's what it feels like." For a moment, Carl just wanted to cry. He must make all the women in this world wear stockings. "You..." Chris narrowed her eyes slightly. She felt that Carl under her feet seemed a little different from usual. “Don’t talk.” Karl lowered his head and kissed her thigh. Holding her feet with both hands. He is not a foot fetishist, he just misses his hometown. There is still a lot of time tonight and he has many ways to practice. The atmosphere in the dilapidated hut in the slum is depressing. Aisha frowned, deputy captain Roy stood on her left, and the girl in a dress Merlin stood on Aisha's right, with an indescribable subtle look on her face. The androgynous beauty Hera leaned against the wall, her expression the calmest, because all along, she only had to faithfully carry out the captain's orders. Roy said, "Captain, they have white armbands tied to their right hands, calling themselves the New Army. They are gathering people and are preparing to attack the City Lord's Mansion tonight and hang all the nobles in the castle." Aisha's cheeks wrinkled slightly. She was silent for a while before she spoke: "Is the information accurate?" It was the first time that Roy saw the captain, who usually had everything under control, with such a solemn expression.
She looked at Merlin, motioning for him to answer. Brother Merlin has the ability to become invisible, and they have been responsible for intelligence work. Receiving Roy's gaze, his expression became even weirder, he swallowed, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "After Karl finished his speech today, they conspired loudly and discussed at the execution platform as usual, and decided to attack the City Lord's Mansion tonight. They have been gathering people since the afternoon and have not concealed anything at all." Elsa's frown deepened; this sounded too ridiculous. "Could it be that they were just acting on impulse?" Roy asked cautiously. “Don’t underestimate the enemy.” Aisha shook her head, her expression solemn: “Besides, they are a wise man like Carl. Maybe these people were instigated by him, but their actions must be in Carl’s plan.” "He is a chess player, using the city of San Marino as a chess piece to play against me." Carl has been making a series of appearances recently, both in terms of the theories he has put forward and his recent speeches. Aisha has raised Carl's threat level to the highest level, so he can never be too careful. Aisha knew very well that compared to physical strength, the weapon of thought was the most terrifying. Even many of the mixed-race people under her were influenced by Carl's speech and felt that they were too conservative. Aisha felt that all this was part of Carl's plan. "Gather your forces." Aisha finally broke the silence in the room: "Be prepared for battle, but don't act rashly. We have to see what Carl wants to do first." She couldn’t see Karl’s cards clearly, so she would stabilize her position first. First put yourself in an invincible position. "Yes, sir." Roy, Hera and Merlin responded in unison. They had a clear division of labor and quickly conveyed the leader's orders to other members of the team. They couldn't understand the game between the big guys and chose to execute the leader's orders unconditionally. The entire slum seemed to come alive because of this order, and the two thousand elite soldiers who had lurked in gathered in an orderly manner in the dark. In the tavern. "It hurts." Chris squinted her eyes in pain. She didn't like being done from behind, and Carl always liked to stuff gems into her, which made her feel more painful than usual. "These stockings are of great quality." Carl held the gem in his hand, and all forces remained calm. He will have to think of a more radical slogan when he gives a speech tomorrow. Chapter 54 I'm Not a Pervert Carl discovered that the ultra-thin black stockings from another world felt first-rate. When he touched them, except for an extra layer of lubricity, it was almost the same as touching the skin directly. The biggest difference is its quality. He couldn't tear it open. In terms of toughness, this pair of transparent black tights is actually not inferior to ordinary protective gear.
Although this way we can't see the visual impact of a piece of white in the black. But on the other hand, some other ways of playing can be born. “Don’t stuff it in.” Chris gritted her teeth. She didn’t want to speak, which made her feel like she was giving up, but Carl took three gems in a row. Thinking about what would happen next, she decided to stop him. "Oh, okay." Carl was very obedient. The strong people in this world all had strong physical resilience, but he was not a pervert. He reached out and helped Chris put on her stockings. Then comes the highlight. "Yeah." Chris clenched her teeth, sweat oozing out of her forehead. Even though she was mentally prepared, she still found it hard to get used to it. "It's amazing." Carl exclaimed. The stockings were inserted into the stockings, but they were still not torn. The magic spider silk had great toughness. He held Chris's slender waist with both hands: "Come on, let me see where your limit is." . . . Inside the solemn church hall. Labelle, dressed in shining armor and looking heroic, strode into the hall. Bishop Victoria was standing in front of the statue, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed, praying devoutly. "Bishop Victoria!" Labelle walked up to the bishop, put one hand on his chest and performed a standard knight's salute: "You asked us to monitor. Princess Aisha and her knights who are lurking in the slums are gathering all their forces." Victoria frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then said, "Have all the troops been assembled? What does she want to do? Is the information accurate?" After her daughter told her about Aisha's ambitions. Victoria has been on guard against Aisha. After all, ambush of thousands of people cannot be concealed at all. However, Count Heiman, the city lord, has always been mysterious. She also couldn't let the knights of the church directly attack the slums. Besides, if a real fight breaks out, based on Aisha's strength as described by my daughter, the Paladins will not be enough to defeat them. Victoria had anticipated many possible actions of Aisha, but the mobilization of the entire army was completely beyond his expectations. This means that she will have to decide the outcome tonight. "Yes, Your Excellency the Bishop." Labelle said with a strange look on his face, "There are about 4,000 civilians and adventurers in the slums. They are heading towards the City Lord's Mansion and claiming that they want to attack it." Bishop Victoria shook his head slowly: "Those are just smoke bombs." She was well aware of the civilians and adventurers who had been bewitched by Carl and gathered together. Although they are numerous, facing a well-trained army, these people are just a mob and cannot form real combat effectiveness. Victoria knew that Carl was an evil dragon and could betray him at any time, so it would not be surprising. "Can you contact Chris?" she turned to ask Labelle. Labelle shook his head: "I haven't seen her since this afternoon, and Karl."
"Is that so..." After hearing this, Victoria's beautiful face flashed with melancholy. She was still careless and did not stop Chris from approaching Carl. Unexpectedly, Karl would suddenly attack and disrupt all her plans. Labelle looked at Victory's expression. Even though she didn't think often, she knew that the situation was much more complicated than she had imagined, and if she wasn't careful she might be drawn into a bottomless vortex. Victoria took off his bishop's robe, revealing the close-fitting knight's armor underneath. "Gather the Paladins, for the city of San Marino."