Finally, Karl carved a skull on the front of the breastplate, and on both sides of the skull, he carved powerful, flowing wings.
Immediately after, Karl carved another pair of wings on the left shoulder plate.
And in the middle of the wings, he carved a pattern that resembled a teardrop, but appeared fuller and more condensed.
Subsequently, he followed suit, carving the same pattern on all the forged breastplates and left shoulder plates.
Raymond curiously stepped forward, carefully examining the novel pattern.
"Karl—do these patterns have any special meaning? They look like the wings of some kind of bird, and the one in the middle is a water drop?"
Karl paused, then explained, "Those aren't bird wings; they are angel wings."
"Angels are holy warriors and messengers under a powerful deity, symbolizing guardianship, justice, strength, and also death."
"And the one in the middle is a drop of Blood, not a drop of water—"
Karl looked at Raymond, his gaze profound: "And part of the creative inspiration comes from what you said before: 'Don't fail the Blood of Aer!"'
Raymond's body trembled slightly upon hearing this, and as he looked at the Blood wings, his eyes showed understanding and emotion.
As Karl explained, he secretly thought to himself, "Hmm, I'm just borrowing a little bit of the image and concept. That one sitting on the golden toilet—"
"He shouldn't mind—me using this design in this small world, right?"
A few days later, Karl set off for Vizima.
He planned to find Triss, hoping to leverage her connections and methods.
He intended to secretly gather some homeless, promising orphans to train from a young age, so they could become a core force and warriors loyal to him personally in the future.
They would handle minor tasks for him and confront the potential Chaos calamity.
However, as soon as he arrived at Triss's residence and knocked on the door,
He was greeted not only by Triss's cunning and gentle smile but also by a fervent embrace filled with deep longing and surprise.
"Karl?!" Triss exclaimed in surprise; she practically pounced on him the moment she opened the door and saw him.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she passionately kissed his lips, not hiding her desire.
Karl was caught off guard by her sudden enthusiasm but quickly responded.
However, Triss seemed not to be satisfied, her hands restlessly roaming over his firm back muscles and chest, her movements urgent and provocative.
Karl was also aroused by her teasing, but he hadn't forgotten the main purpose of his visit and tried to pull away slightly.
"Triss, wait, I actually have something—"
Triss raised her eyes, her smile carrying a hint of challenge mixed with a slightly contemptuous coquettishness.
She extended a slender finger and drew circles on Karl's firm, broad chest, interrupting him.
"I know you must have something to tell me, but—my dear, before that, you must first take care of my urgent matter."
Before she finished speaking, Karl looked at her 'come at me if you dare' expression.
He no longer restrained himself, chuckled softly, and swept her up into his arms.
Amidst Triss's surprised shriek, he unceremoniously tossed her onto the soft, wide bed in the bedroom. At sunset, the lingering glow of the setting sun filtered through the window, casting an ambiguous light over the disheveled room.
Inside the room, clothes were scattered everywhere, and the air still lingered with the scent of post-passion.
And the once sturdy, meticulously joined solid wood bed now lay tragically with four broken legs.
The entire bed frame had collapsed, leaving only thick bedding and some broken wooden planks pressed against the floor, silently testifying to the intensity and wildness of the battle that had just taken place.
Karl looked at Triss, who was sprawled beside him like mud, not even wanting to move a finger.
He felt the fire within him had not completely subsided. He leaned down, gently called her name, and patted her smooth back.
—
Suddenly, Triss reacted like a startled rabbit.
She used her remaining strength to groan indistinctly, moving a little towards the edge of the bed, trying to distance herself from this insatiable monster.
The alluring blush on her cheeks had not yet faded, and while her light green eyes held extreme satisfaction,
Deeper within, there was a visible fear and plea for mercy.
"Karl, no—no more." She pleaded weakly, her voice hoarse and soft.
"I really can't take it anymore. If this continues, I'll die—"
"It's only been a while since we last met, how—how are you so much more terrifying than before? It's, it's almost like you're not even human—" She panted, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Karl blinked. Faced with such a question, he had already prepared his excuse.
He kept a straight face and used his pre-planned reason to prevaricate: "Hmm—my Physique is quite special, considered a rare variant of a magic source."
"In certain aspects—my performance might even be stronger than the legendary Elder Bloodline."
Karl explained vaguely, attributing everything to the world's magic source, ancient Bloodline, and so on.
Fortunately, he had always used his Bio-field to control his strength, creating a buffer and protection at critical moments.
Otherwise, in the intense battle just now, what would have collapsed—would have been far more than just this solid wood bed.
The entire house would have become a pile of ruins amidst the violent tremors.
Seeing that Triss had indeed reached her limit, almost losing the strength to speak,
Karl could only suppress his thoughts and stop teasing her.
He pulled over the messy bedding, carefully wrapped her up, and then turned to the main purpose of his trip to Vizima.
"Triss, I came this time because I need your help with something."
Triss lazily hummed, indicating she was listening.
Karl directly stated, "I need your help to secretly gather some orphans—"
"They should be teenagers, mentally sound, and without disabilities. I plan to train a group of my own armed forces."
Triss was not surprised by this request.
In this world, many wealthy and powerful nobles privately adopted or bought children, training them from a young age to become assassins, spies, or personal bodyguards.
However, most nobles were limited by resources and foresight, unable to systematically train them on a large scale like Karl.
Only a legitimate lord like Karl, who possessed actual fiefdoms, could cultivate his own armed forces on a large scale.
Triss smiled; although her body was still tired, her mind had cleared.
"That's not difficult at all. There are always plenty of such children in Vizima and other large cities."
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you, through—some less conspicuous channels."
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