In the end, Karl carved a skull onto the front of the breastplate, and on either side of the skull, he carved wings—outstretched, powerful, with smooth lines.
Immediately after, Karl also carved a pair of wings onto the left shoulder armor.
And in the middle of the wings, a teardrop-shaped pattern, but more dense and solid.
Subsequently, he created the same pattern on all the forged breastplates and left shoulder armors.
Raymond stepped forward curiously, carefully examining the new pattern.
"Karl... do these patterns have any special meaning? That looks like a bird's wing, and the thing in the middle—a drop of water?"
Karl paused and explained: "Those are not bird's wings; they are angel's wings."
"An angel... is a divine warrior and messenger under the command of a powerful god, symbolizing protection, justice, strength, and death."
"And that in the middle is a drop of blood, not a drop of water..."
Karl looked at Raymond with deep eyes: "And part of the creative inspiration comes from what you said earlier, matching the blood of El!"
Raymond heard this, his body trembled slightly, and he looked at the blood-winged emblem, his eyes suddenly moved.
Karl explained, thinking to himself: "Well, I'm just borrowing a little bit of the imagery and concept from... the Golden Throne."
"He probably wouldn't mind... me using this design in this little world, right?"
......
A few days later, Karl set out on a trip to Vizima.
He planned to go to Triss, hoping to use her connections and resources
to secretly recruit homeless and promising orphans, to train them from a young age to become the core strength and warriors loyal to him in the future,
to handle small matters for him and to fight against possible chaotic disasters.
However, he had just arrived at Triss's house and knocked on the door.
He was greeted not only by Triss's sly and tender smile but also by a fiery embrace filled with longing and surprise.
"Karl?!" Triss cried out in surprise, and almost immediately after opening the door and seeing him, she threw herself at him.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips, not hiding her desire.
Karl was a little surprised by her sudden enthusiasm, but quickly responded.
However, Triss seemed not satisfied with this; her hands restlessly roamed over his strong back and chest, her movements greedy and provocative.
Karl felt a bit aroused by her teasing, but he didn't forget his business and tried to pull back a little.
"Triss, wait, I actually have something..."
Triss looked up, her smile filled with a hint of challenge, mixed with a trace of disdainful coquettishness.
She extended her slender fingers and traced circles on Karl's healthy, broad chest, interrupting him.
"I know you must have something to come looking for me, but... darling, before that, you need to take care of my 'important matter' first."
Before the words were finished, Karl looked at her expression, which said, "If you have the ability, come and get it."
He held back no longer, chuckled softly, and lifted her up.
Amidst Triss's cry, he unceremoniously tossed her onto the soft, wide bed in the bedroom.
......
At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the windows, casting an ambiguous light on the messy room.
Clothes were scattered everywhere, and the air was still filled with the breath of passion.
The large bed, originally carefully joined from good solid wood and extremely sturdy, was now terribly broken at its four long legs.
The entire bed surface had collapsed, leaving only the thick mattress and slightly broken wooden planks stuck to the floor, silently telling of the ferocity and wildness of the recent battle.
Karl looked at Triss, who was so exhausted she didn't even want to lift a finger.
He felt the fire in his body hadn't subsided yet; he leaned over, softly called her name, and patted her smooth back with his palm.
Suddenly, Triss became like a frightened rabbit.
She groaned weakly with all her remaining strength and moved slightly towards the edge of the bed, trying to stay away from the insatiable monster.
The seductive flush on her cheeks had not yet faded, and although her pale green eyes showed immense satisfaction,
deeper within there was clearly visible fear and a plea for mercy.
"Karl, no... no more." She weakly begged for mercy, her voice hoarse and soft.
"I really can't take it anymore. If this continues, I'll die..."
"It's been a long time since we last saw each other, how did you... become so much more terrifying than before? It's just... not human..." She exhaled, disbelief in her eyes.
Karl blinked, answering this question—he was already prepared.
His expression didn't change, and he evasively gave the reason he had thought of: "Hmm... My physique is quite special; you could say it's a rare variant of a Source."
"In some ways... this manifestation might be stronger than the rumored Elder Blood."
Karl explained vaguely, attributing everything to bloodlines in this world, such as Sources and the Elder Blood.
Fortunately, he used his bio-field to control his strength, creating a buffer and protection at critical moments.
Otherwise, the fierce battle just now would have collapsed... not just this solid wood bed.
The whole house might have turned into a pile of rubble from the strong vibrations.
Seeing that Triss had indeed reached her limit, she was almost too weak to speak,
Karl could only force his mind to stop teasing her.
He pulled out a casual blanket, carefully wrapped her up, and then moved on to the main purpose of this trip to Vizima.
"Triss, the reason I came this time is to ask for your help."
Triss hummed lazily, signaling for her to listen.
Karl said directly: "I need your help to secretly look for orphans..."
"I plan to form my own armed force."
Triss was not surprised by this request.
In this world, many wealthy and influential aristocrats privately adopt or purchase some children and train them from a young age to become death squads, spies, or personal guards.
It's just that most nobles, limited by resources and vision, cannot consciously and systematically cultivate them in large numbers like Karl.
Only a legitimate lord like Karl, with actual feudal territories, could create his own armed forces on a large scale.
Triss smiled; although her body was still tired, her mind was clear.
"That's not difficult. There's never a shortage of such children in Vizima and other big cities."
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you, through... less interesting channels."
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