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While repairing the pocket watch, Saint Karina suddenly felt an urge to take advantage of Alessia's soft and delicious body.
Her favorite things are women and machines.
In this wondrous world, machinery is a woman's romance. However, for a typical female public relations professional, the real business is to make as much money as possible from the pockets of beautiful female clients while they are in their prime.
Now is a chance to shine, a crucial turning point that could reverse a deteriorating reputation.
She picked up the pocket watch from the ground and examined it closely.
The patterns and carvings, which do not belong to this era, indicate its great age. Some of the paint on the surface has peeled off, revealing the brass underneath and the verdigris formed by oxidation.
The internal machinery continues to operate in a self-destructive manner, emitting a piercing grinding sound.
“Miss Alessia, would you mind letting me try? I don’t usually like to meddle in other people’s business, but I can’t just ignore such a beautiful pocket watch being ruined in front of me, just like a doctor can’t let a patient die in front of him… cough cough, anyway, I hope to make sure you have no regrets tonight.”
Because leaving regrets would affect her reputation.
The second half of the sentence must never be heard by the guest; at most, you can let them hear your inner monologue.
Alessia was struggling to find someone who could repair it when Saint Karina volunteered, and she decided to try her luck here. If she gave up, the pocket watch would simply break.
I hope you can really do it.
If this cannot be achieved, negative reviews are inevitable.
She glanced at Saint Karina standing in front of the coffee table, then dragged her still-recovering body unsteadily to the sofa, got dressed, and lay down on her side to rest with her eyes closed.
Repairing pocket watches is a technical skill, and when she picked up the damaged mechanism for the first time, a wealth of unfamiliar knowledge flooded into her brain like a warm tide.
Knowledge and skills that don't belong to you can become your own skills in an instant.
The machine seemed to respond to the constant influx of knowledge, emitting a steady, light "click" sound, like pressing the save button on a computer, which gave people a sense of exceptional reassurance.
Santa Karina took out her repair tools and found the only octagonal screwdriver among dozens of different models.
Before opening the pocket watch, she infused it with a small amount of magic to protect its delicate and fragile mechanical structure, so as to prevent any problems during disassembly that might damage Alessia's beloved possession.
The broken parts were successfully removed, and unshaped brass blocks were taken out of the parts box, melted, and poured into the newly made mold. These techniques are also products of "creating something from nothing".
During the reassembly process, she discovered a tiny, almost invisible gear mark on the back of the watch's power core.
She was focused on the pocket watch in her hand, while Alessia behind her stared at her with a burning gaze.
"That back view... why does it look so familiar? It's like I've seen it somewhere before."
The woman in the little black dress gradually merged with the silhouette of the Holy Maiden of Wei. Could such a coincidence really exist in this world?
At this moment, Miss Gin was unaware that she had already attracted Alessia's attention.
In fact, what appears to be a serious watch repair process is actually quite unconventional in the world of watches, with Saint Karina's hands repeatedly playing with the other person's private parts.
After all, it's highly suspicious that a nightclub hostess would know how to repair such a delicate instrument as a pocket watch.
Alessia's gaze moved from Santa Karina's back to her legs. Her legs were straight and long, perfectly embodying the word "sexy" even without deliberately wearing stockings.
"interesting……"
Alessia suddenly sobered up a bit.
If it could be proven that this woman was the Holy Maiden of Weiguo, wouldn't I have a huge handle on her?
Her gaze locked onto Saint Karina's smooth nape and the faint outline of her back, and the more she looked, the more she thought she resembled that saintess. As for her appearance, she must have used some kind of magic to conceal it.
As someone with very accurate intuition, Alessia had complete faith in her judgment.
It seems I'll have to test this Gin lady's abilities a few more times.
Staring at Santa Karina's retreating figure, her eyelids grew heavy. The ticking of the grandfather clock was like a soothing lullaby, the sound of gears turning more beautiful than any piano piece.
The last thing I seemed to think about was Ms. Gin's beautiful body.
That's a body so sinful it's practically degrading. If I could possess it, locking it up in a dimly lit little room wouldn't be so bad.
For example, after repairing the pocket watch, she slumped softly against Alessia. The effort of repairing the pocket watch had almost drained her strength. Even when Alessia touched her private parts a few more times, she only mumbled a few protests in a daze.
This was a very dangerous idea. But she really wanted to see that spirited saintess submit at her feet.
110. Until we meet again.
"Miss Alessia, were you satisfied with my service?"
The job of repairing pocket watches is normally quite respectable, but it becomes rather delicate when the person in charge is in a public relations role.
Alessia was unaware of the process of signing the contract, and moreover, the pleasure one could experience while asleep and when awake was completely different.
Memory is vague when a person is asleep. When they wake up, they may only feel an indescribable wetness and strange sensation under their body. However, when they are fully awake, they can feel the details of every finger movement.
Moreover, when she was lucid, Alessia felt a sense of spiritual fulfillment, and she felt that the essence of her soul had undergone a great change. It seemed that she had lost the bet between the two.
"I admit, you won the bet, Miss Gin. Or rather, Your Excellency the Saint?"
Alessia revealed Santa Karina's identity; her gaze was subtle, with a kind of morbid obsession.
However, it wasn't the kind of possessive, yandere-like desire of His Holiness the Pope, but rather aroused arousal and an obsession with Saint Karina's body.
"Come, let us be entwined, let us succumb, Miss Alessia..."
Thus, the soul and the body merged.
The night is still long, and there is still a lot to do.
The next morning at eight o'clock, along with the repaired pocket watch, was a breakfast I had never seen before placed on the small round dining table. The ingredients were all familiar, but combined, they became something completely unfamiliar.
Thinly sliced beef, shredded carrots, onions, and scallions, along with something resembling noodles made from rice flour. The accompanying tableware consisted of two wooden sticks—something I'd never heard of before.
"what is this?"
"Stir-fried beef noodles are a great breakfast option and can be paired with any drink."
"weird stuff."
Alessia didn't like trying new things she hadn't experienced before; she preferred things that remained unchanged. But the fragrant breakfast on the table, so different from what was sold on the streets, piqued her interest.
There are only a few dots.
After accompanying the guests to breakfast and then watching them leave the [tavern] by public transport, it's part of the hostess's job, the closing step. Saint Karina happily finished her stir-fried beef noodles, only to find that the plate opposite her was also completely empty, except for the onions.
Alessia didn't like onions, and she remembered that detail.
There were still 20 minutes left until 9:00 AM when the service ended, and 80 minutes left until Alessia's first class of the day. If she moved quickly, she could basically step into the classroom just as the bell rang.
Although it's not good manners to walk into the classroom right when the bell rings, and one should arrive ten minutes or more in advance to prepare lessons, most students do like to arrive on time anyway, so she just needs to make sure she's not late.
A luxurious and stylish Griffin van is parked at a station near the clubhouse, landing promptly at 8:30 every morning and taking off again at 9:00, rain or shine.
Alessia, dressed neatly and expressionless, checked three stars—the full score—on the rating form. Last night's service had given her a taste of decadence, but she couldn't bring herself to smile; this was an awkward trait of her personality.
"Welcome to visit again, Miss Alessia. Thank you for your request, and I hope to have the opportunity to serve you again next time."
Saint Karina smiled, but her expression held a deeper meaning.
Before parting, Alessia also gave her a meaningful look.
"Miss Gin, until we meet again."
"..."
In response, Santa Karina could only force a professional smile and consider which unnecessary steps to omit to save time, as she still had other things to do.
As the griffin flapped its wings and soared into the air, the smile on her face vanished instantly. After clocking out at the tavern's front desk, her day's work was over. She quickly changed into casual clothes, left through the tavern's underground passage, and walked through hidden alleyways to where she wanted to go next.
111. The second target: the Minister of Finance.
"Second target: the fat pig minister."
Saint Karina put on the white mask she had worn before and changed her hair color, using optical magic to turn her white hair into blonde hair, trying her best not to give anyone away.
She had previously become a saintess of the Church of Order, and the crystal image of her procession was printed in newspapers; her flamboyance was so conspicuous that many people would surely recognize her.
Unlike the Grand Duke's only daughter, the former, who was trained into a slave, was not affected by the fact that she knew the identity of the saintess.
The fat minister who kicked him at the meeting was Francis Miles, a prominent real estate family that controlled many neighborhoods of properties and storefronts, as well as factories and docks in Partington, the capital.
Saint Karina's goal is to disrupt all of Miles's businesses and to behead the fat pig minister.
This family, colluding with the demons and controlling the finances and taxation of the Lorian Empire, is a cancer.
Brenda hopes to use Saint Karina's power to eradicate these scourges.
Thus, Saint Karina, now possessing some strength, strode alone through the Vasat district. Although the area was quiet, it was also heavily guarded and had many defensive magic arrays.
When passing by shops, Santa Karina would also choose to go into the less crowded ones to inquire about the reputation of the Miles family.
Most shop owners would immediately chase St. Karina away after hearing her questions, seemingly very averse to asking and answering questions. Only a few would kindly advise St. Karina to stop asking.
The Miles family mansion, where the Minister of Finance resides, is located deep within the Vasat district, in a farm where many people work.
The central location of the estate was the private residence of the Minister of Finance. After identifying her target, Saint Karina slipped directly into the guard's room, using an inconspicuous tree branch to prop the door shut, keeping the guard out. Her movements were fluid and polite.
"Who are you?"
The arrogant gatekeeper, upon seeing the woman suddenly appear, seemed bewildered and immediately lost his vigilance.
This is the bewitching effect of Saint Karina's magic, and another point is that no one has dared to cause trouble at the Minister of Finance's estate for a long time.
Even though they often delayed paying wages, those lowly people didn't dare to cause trouble.
After making an example of him, no one dared to attempt assassination anymore.
"Are you trying to cause trouble? Where are you from? I've never seen you in Tianzhuang before."
Saint Karina's clothes were very elegant, so the gatekeeper didn't immediately draw his weapon or call the estate's security forces.
She also possessed the air of someone in a superior position, resembling an aristocrat more than anyone else in her master's Miles family.
"I'm just a fellow advocate of justice who happens to be passing by. When I see injustice, I have to step in."
Saint Karina, of course, would not admit that she was working for the young emperor.
Judging from the shop owner's demeanor and tone, the Miles family were clearly local bullies.
They feared and dreaded this being. Saint Karina was indeed doing righteous things, even though her initial intention was a mutually beneficial transaction.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
The gatekeeper scoffed at the other person's talk of justice, and at the same time realized that the other person was probably there to cause trouble.
He tried to call for help, but suddenly found himself unable to move.
"You're no use, but I need someone to guide me, so I'll spare your life for now."
Saint Karina's sea-blue eyes shimmered with a magical, dreamlike light. She manipulated the gatekeeper's body, searched his memories, and instantly turned him into a puppet.
112. Demonic General of the Demon Tribe
Three minutes later, Saint Karina left the guardhouse and, having received directions, arrived smoothly at the fat pig minister's office.
This house is ridiculously large. The office alone is about 200 square meters. You can jump from the flower bed to the third floor and sit there like a "mountain of flesh" weighing more than 200 pounds.
He was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, which is considered very short for a man. His thick muscles and squinty eyes made him look quite sleazy.
Upon seeing the strange woman who suddenly barged in and the gatekeeper who seemed to be under control, the fat pig minister did not panic. He calmly looked at the two of them, his expensive brocade-like clothes spotless.
The room was brightly lit, and since it was daytime, there were almost no shadows that could be considered dead corners, and the view inside was clearly visible.
Saint Karina judged that the other party was confident and unafraid of the assassin, a stark contrast to his behavior in front of the emperor.
This immediately put Saint Karina on alert. If the other party was so confident, they must have a backup plan.
"May I ask what brings you here uninvited?"
"Of course I'm here to kill you."
Saint Karina had no intention of playing along with the fat minister and went straight to the point.
"Heh, as for assassins, you're not the first person to want to kill me. However, I'd like to ask which faction you belong to."
"You know I won't tell."
Saint Karina isn't stupid; why would she willingly expose the young emperor?
If there are image crystals and recording stones here, things will get complicated.