At the moment when his life was threatened, Karl's consciousness suddenly withdrew from his body and entered a state of transcendence, absolute calmness and sanity. That feeling is very indescribable, just like being conscious but dreaming, stripped of fear, fear, nervousness, joy and other emotions that interfere with reason, only the most rational and objective judgment of the current situation, in the face of attack, instinctively in the face of attack, choose the most efficient means of counterattack.

Moreover, in that state, Carl was still full of an inexplicable self-confidence, whether it was pointing like a knife, cutting off the robber's arm with a knife, or smashing the robber's wrist with his bare hands, and killing the head of the robber leader with one finger, he did not hesitate, he felt that he could do it, so he did it with his hands, without any thought process at all.

"Could it be that was Alicia's fighting instinct just now?"

Carl couldn't help but wave his hand again, consciously driving the wind to condense in his hand, trying to throw a vacuum wave blade like he had just done, but it had no effect except to throw out a gust of wind.

He tried again a few more times if he didn't believe in evil, but as a result, sand and rocks flew in the alley, blood was scattered, and stumps flew around, and there was no other effect.

This time, Carl finally determined that the battle just now was indeed the influence of Princess Alicia's fighting instincts. Because the mental state of detachment, detachment, and standing in an absolutely objective and rational perspective like a god, is very similar to the feeling he felt when he incarnated as Princess Alicia in his dream, both of them are conscious, but they are as blurred as a dream.

Karl couldn't help but look at his hands, which were slender and white, because of the wind and water, although he had just killed several people like chopping melons and vegetables, they were still clean, not stained with any blood and dust.

"Mr. Karl......"

Little Lucy's timid cry woke Carl from his own thoughts.

"Lucy!"

Carleton remembered that little Lucy was still there, and immediately hurriedly said, "Little Lucy, are you okay! Don't come in yet......

However, Carl still said that it was too late, and little Lucy stood on her tiptoes, quietly stretched out her head to look into the alley, and suddenly turned pale, and hurriedly covered her mouth!

Little Lucy grew up in a civilian area, and she fought with people a lot, and she had seen dead people, but she had never seen such a tragic scene.

Flying corpses, broken limbs, headless corpses, blood spilled on the ground, these were nothing. But the few gusts of wind that Karl had just waved his hand set off blew the whole alley with sand and rocks, not only spilling blood and brains everywhere, but even the internal organs of the two robbers who were cut in half were blown away, and the heart, liver, intestines and lungs were sprinkled all the way, and the whole alley completely became like a slaughterhouse.

Little Lucy covered her mouth, trying not to vomit or scream, and her gaze at Carl changed from reverence to faint awe.

Killing people in battle is nothing, even if it is a little heavier and the scene is a little more tragic, it is normal, but after killing people, you have to whip the corpse and make the whole scene the same as a slaughterhouse, then it belongs to the category of psychopaths.

didn't know that he had been faintly classified as a pervert in little Lucy's heart, and Carl, who had withdrawn from the battle state, was also out of the detached mentality of alienation from the world, and when he saw the slaughterhouse he had just made, he hurriedly covered his mouth and rushed out.

The smell of blood had drifted away, and the whole alley was filled with a strong smell of blood, but the residents on both sides of the alley were silent, as silent as death.

"Mr. Karl, I'm going to inform Uncle John!"

Although she was a little scared and a little worried that Mr. Karl was a pervert, little Lucy still tried to calm down, and thought of the aftermath very calmly: "Uncle John will deal with it!"

"That's right, hurry up and inform Uncle John, I'm here to watch!"

Carl also reacted at this time, killing people is a very simple thing, but how to deal with it after killing people is very troublesome, not to mention that he made the scene so brutal. If it is a modern earth, just by virtue of his murderous means being so brutal, regardless of whether it is legitimate defense or not, it is inevitable to go to prison and eat guns.

Of course, the laws of the Middle Ages would not be so strict, but what the Silver Dawn mercenaries in charge of the security of the city would do, Carl could not judge, and it was best to leave this kind of matter to the most experienced professionals.

It wasn't far from Uncle John's Copper Kettle Tavern, and little Lucy trotted all the way back and soon came with Uncle John.

Uncle John, wearing a coat and a few men, walked over quickly, and before he could get close to the alley, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

"How many people died?"

Uncle John's face remained unchanged, but he frowned slightly and asked Carl directly.

"There are six robbers in total, except for these two, the remaining four corpses are in the alley!"

Karl's expression was also a little unnatural, after all, he was also an ordinary person, out of that absolutely calm state of fighting, he could read the corpse, and when he saw blood, he would also feel scared and disgusted.

Uncle John didn't speak, just waved his hand and asked a few guys to go into the alley.

A young guy just walked to the mouth of the alley, saw the tragic scene in the alley clearly, and couldn't help but turn pale and vomit out.

"Percy, you're out of luck, you can look at a dead man—"

Another older man followed, shaking his head and walking into the alley, however, just halfway through his words, his face changed and he hurriedly retreated.

The same is true for the guys in the back, as soon as they walked into the alley, they hurriedly covered their mouths and retreated, either with ugly faces or vomiting against the wall.

"What's going on?" Uncle John couldn't help but frown.

The older man didn't speak, just pointed to the alley and gave Carl a strange look.

The other guys were similar, but the way they looked at Carl changed. They are all buddies from the copper kettle tavern, and they have all seen Carl, and they know that he is the son of a noble family, and at first glance, they know that he is the kind of young master who is polite and has not suffered hardships.

Originally, I thought he was just a waste boy with a beautiful face, weak, and would only hook up with a little girl with a mouth that could speak. But I didn't expect his nature to be so ferocious, just killing people, and making the corpse as tragic as a slaughterhouse, this kind of habit of whipping the corpse after killing is really cruel and perverted.

Almost at the same time, several of the men mentally regarded Karl as the son of a perverted aristocrat who was murderous, psychopathic, and murderous for pleasure - such people were said to be many among the nobility, and there was even a special organization that hunted the poor for pleasure on a regular basis.