Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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In short, he's a useless pretty boy.

“I’m sorry,” she said bluntly, “I have amnesia.”

"Don't do this, don't do this."

Giderol stood up, brushed the dirt off his legs, and said, “My dearest niece, don’t forget you still owe me a favor. Your successful elopement was all thanks to my connections and getting someone to open the city gate for you.”

“Okay, I’ll do as you say. I’ll starve Raphael for three days,” she said. “Then we’re even.”

Giderol quickly stopped her: "No, no, no, I really need to talk to you. You're the only one left in the Beat family, we have to help each other."

The imposter Ivy Beatrice rolled her eyes.

—You've even been stripped of your surname, what kind of Beate family are you?

—Wait, I'm not really Beate, who wants to stand up for you?

She didn't bother beating around the bush: "Just tell me, what do you want? Did you lose all your money and need to borrow some?"

She was prepared to pay him off and kick him out, but what if this old man suggested coming here to hide from debt collectors and ask for lodging...

The six-armed serpent demon glanced discreetly at a tunnel entrance, where the Swango couple, who had "run away from home," lay quietly. Moreover, a level four monster-summoning wand made by Aprilton was kept in a dimensional bag sewn inside the vest.

At this moment, Gidelorine burst into tears.

She stared at him, her emerald green vertical pupils even showing a hint of fear.

"I'm so sorry, my dear niece."

Gidelorine wept bitterly, sniffling hard, "The property my elder brother entrusted to me for safekeeping has all been swindled away."

Before she could ask, Gidelortin confessed everything: it turned out that after Ivy Beatrice eloped, her father, Chief Beatrice, knew that all was lost, so he secretly entrusted part of the family business to his younger brother, who had already been stripped of his surname, in the hope of cutting his losses and surviving.

"But a month ago, I fell into a trap."

Giderol said.

A month ago, his four closest cronies, Gidroltin, dragged him out for drinks. After drinking too much, they inevitably gambled for fun, and as the unluckiest loser, he lost again. And he lost big time, so much so that Gidroltin even gambled away a hotel in the lower town that his father, Beatrice, had entrusted to him, signing the hotel transfer contract while still drunk.

Gidroltin said bitterly, "The next day, after I sobered up, I kept thinking that something was wrong. How could they have prepared a hotel transfer contract in advance, and even found a paladin to notarize the transfer on the spot? So you must help me."

She looked helplessly at this unreliable "old uncle" and really wanted to pat Brother Gidelortin on the shoulder and say to him, "It's just a hotel, you can lose it if you lose it."

Is such trivial and insignificant stuff really worth the time and energy of a dignified six-armed snake demon?

With Aprilton-Brown's "generous donations," she has no shortage of funds for activities and has no intention of accumulating wealth.

—I am a devil. As the saying goes, "I have never done good deeds in my life, and I only love killing and arson." What's the point of the hotel industry? Just to stay there and enjoy VIP member discounts?

—Besides, I'm not the real Ivy Beatrice, so what does it have to do with me that your family fortune was swindled out of?

Under Giderol's hopeful gaze, she thought for a moment and decided to get straight to the point: "Uncle Giderol, do you have any other plans for tonight?"

Giderol shook his head: "No."

She remained calm and said, "I didn't have dinner or go on dates with any women or anything like that?"

“No,” Gidelorine said. “Ever since that incident a month ago, I’ve been determined to mend my ways and have been keeping to myself.”

--very good.

She nodded with satisfaction, her slender, fair fingers reaching into her dimensional pouch from the pocket of her vest and grasping the Level 4 Monster Summoning Wand.

Go and reunite with Tevodo, "Uncle," even though you're not family.

However, Gidelor's next words made her stop activating her wand: "So tomorrow is the day I'm going on a date with my girlfriend. I've made plans with Amiya, the squad leader of the second squad."

"Squad Leader Amiya?"

“Oh, you should remember,” Gidelortin said. “You two were trained by the same instructor, Amiya, the one with a chest about your size—”

She interrupted him: "Does she know you came here?"

“I know,” he said matter-of-factly. “We agreed on it beforehand.”

—Damn it, the grand finale of the Hell Python has been abruptly cut short.

She thought with a touch of regret.

Suddenly, his emerald green vertical pupils widened.

“Wait a minute,” she said, “why don’t you go ask Amiya for help? What are you doing coming to me? I’m just a clerk and accountant, but she’s a squad leader! She can do so much more than I can!”

Gidelorine waved his hand magnanimously: "Ahem, she is indeed a squad leader, but she is not Beate. We can't tell her this."

—I'm not one of them either!

She roared inwardly.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Gidelorine rubbed his hands together and chuckled awkwardly, "Oh, right, uh, I've lost a lot of money lately, and the debt collectors... um, hi, could I stay at your place for the night?"

The six-armed snake demon's blue eyes widened, its mouth agape, as if it wished it could pull out its sword and stab fourteen holes in this "old uncle" in one go.

Ultimately, the imposter Ivy Beatrice's shoulders slumped limply, causing the left side of her tank top to slip slightly, revealing her alabaster-like shoulder.

“Let’s go,” she said listlessly, massaging her temples. “Let me change my clothes, and then we’ll set off.”

Giderol Ting asked, puzzled, "Where are you going so late?"

She rolled her eyes at him: "Go get back what you were cheated out of, and then I'll send you out of here right now."

Chapter 51 The Beate Luxury Hotel

Two unofficial members of the Beate family, disguised as Ivy Beate, a six-armed serpent demon, and her "uncle" Gidelortin, stood bored in the crowd at the entrance to the mountain road leading to the lower town, queuing to register and waiting to be let through.

Since the "Dragon Horn Tavern Massacre" last night, checks between different districts have become much stricter.

The six-armed snake demon also saw a newly posted wanted poster for the Bronco gang leader on the wall.

Below the completely unrecognizable portrait was the name Aprilton Bronk, followed by densely packed small print detailing Aprilton's crimes, which took up most of the wanted poster.

She glanced at the words and saw between the lines: assault, assault, unlawful detention, extortion, tax evasion, robbery, murder, smuggling, collusion with the devil and the dragon, and so on.

At the bottom of the wanted poster, in bright, bold red letters, it read:

"A reward of six thousand gold coins will be given to anyone who provides clues."

Gidroltin read it aloud from the side, his voice particularly loud: "Wow, that's a huge sum of money!"

The people in front of them turned around and looked at him and her with unfriendly eyes.

She sighed inwardly, wanting to announce to the public that she didn't know this idiot, but Gidelorine had already turned to her with great interest.

"Hey, my dear niece, tell me, just for tipping someone off, you can get six thousand gold coins. If someone catches this guy, how much of a reward should they get?"

The imposter Ivy Beatrice looked at the wanted poster and noticed that the glue on it was still wet, and there were several more pasted underneath it.

This shows that Aprilton Bronk's value has been steadily increasing. Each time it increases, a new arrest warrant needs to be issued.

“Nobody can catch him, and the city guards know that,” she said irritably. “Otherwise, they would have clearly stated the bounty for his capture.”

Gideroltin tried to resist further: "But..."

"That's a load of rubbish."

The man in front of him turned around and said irritably, "That's the boss of the Bronco gang. They even burned down Harbor. Forget about catching him, who would dare betray him for the reward? Aren't they afraid of losing their head in the middle of the night?"

"Even if I wanted to claim the reward, I wouldn't have the chance."

"Looking at this crudely made stick figure head," Guidlortin said regretfully, "I dare say that any half-body figure I could grab would look almost the same as this—otherwise I would really like to try it myself."

The six-armed snake demon looked at him and smiled politely.

"come on."

—How do you try? Annoy him to death with your off-key harmonica and force him to turn himself in and hide in jail?

She was lost in her own thoughts, silently making plans.

—The situation will likely continue to escalate for at least another week.

—Everyone is watching and waiting; nobody thinks the Broncos are finished.

—When the people on the docks realize that their former boss has completely disappeared, a frenzy of fighting for territory among various underground forces will begin, and the order of Huoshao Port will fall into unprecedented chaos.

—By then, the "Dragon Madness Lock" will have just arrived at the port and will not attract anyone's attention.

—It's perfect.

She once again gave herself a thumbs-up for her intelligence.

This is the largest casino and hotel in downtown London, the Beate Luxury Hotel.

On the large gambling table, three ivory dice gently fell from Patrick's hand. The dice tumbled rapidly across the green velvet, slowing until they finally came to a stop. The six red dots on each die elicited a collective sigh from those around them.

Numerous chips were pushed in front of him, piled up like a small mountain.

Patrick stood up listlessly.

“The rest are all yours,” he said to the waitress beside him.

He reached into the mountain of chips, grabbed a handful at random, turned and left, leaving the noisy casino hall behind.

Patrick walked through the crowd and strolled up the now-empty staircase to the second floor.

This floor is very quiet, consisting entirely of hotel suites, exclusively for wealthy and powerful individuals who prefer not to mingle with ordinary gamblers, allowing them to engage in small-circle entertainment. Even the hallways, let alone the rooms themselves, are decorated with extreme luxury.

Patrick strolled leisurely down the corridor, brushing past a group of laughing and chatting women.

They were all women who sold their bodies for money, wearing counterfeit gold and gemstone jewelry that looked incredibly realistic, and their beautiful bodies were covered only by light and cheap dresses, with their undulating breasts barely visible.

As Patrick walked towards them, the women began to flirt with him.

He smiled at them, flicked his thumb, and gently tapped the chips into the cleavage between his chest, eliciting ecstatic screams from the women.

At the end of the corridor is the largest suite on the second floor, with a golden door covered with reliefs of nude women.

Patrick opened the door with practiced ease and slipped inside.

Behind the golden door lies the suite's living room.

The first thing that catches the eye is a portrait of a beautiful woman.

Tancred's daughter, Countess Lana Boto, was wearing a light, thin gold silk gown, but she was sitting casually on the sofa with her legs crossed, reading a book absentmindedly.

Patrick took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, went to the sofa, sat down next to Lana, and habitually placed his hand on Lana's firm, muscular thigh.

Lana glanced at him, a look that seemed to be both reproachful and delighted.

Patrick glanced at the second bedroom of the suite to his right. The door was closed, and faint, muffled groans came from inside.

He asked curiously, "Is that guy still not done?"

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the second bedroom opened.

Tusu, a tall, dark-skinned native, appeared at the door. Having miraculously survived, Tusu was still dressed in his native attire, completely naked except for a gourd tied around his waist to protect his genitals. However, his muscular body now bore several strange totem tattoos, and a horrifying new scar appeared on his chest and abdomen.

Patrick saw that the native's body was covered in bloodstains.

“Come in,” Tusu said in a muffled voice.

Upon entering the second bedroom of the suite, a pungent smell of blood assaulted the senses.

Patrick was surprised to find that the scene in the room was not what he had expected.

All the room furniture that was originally placed neatly was now stacked up in the corner by Tusu.

A person was hanging in an empty room. Ropes hung from the ceiling, suspending the person's hands and forcing him to touch the ground only with his toes. The person was covered in blood and wounds, his head drooping and motionless, seemingly unconscious.

Patrick asked, "What's going on?"

Tusu wiped his hands with a blood-soaked towel, then tossed a long, thin tail, along with two horns and sharp canine teeth, in front of Patrick.

“Demon,” Tusu said.

Patrick picked up a tooth, examined it, and then sniffed it. Besides the smell of blood, there was also a faint sulfurous odor, a characteristic of creatures from the lower plane.

He asked, "When was it discovered?"

Tu Su succinctly stated: "During the daytime."

So Patrick could only go to see Lana. Lana could only shrug at him: "I didn't go out with him."

The berserker Tusu stabbed the six-armed serpent demon in the armpit with his spear at the Narubel Pass camp, but she disarmed him and killed him in return. However, the swarming Samarachi soldiers who followed did not give the six-armed serpent demon time to confirm Tusu's fate.