"Thank you for your trust, Lord Prometheus."
Garrow turned around slightly and said softly before he left.
Many squinted his eyes slightly and did not say anything as he walked out of the hotel.
…
Although the hotel was not luxurious, there were many people staying in it. Many shared a suite with Madam Vasaki. The suite was not spacious, but it was the best room in the hotel. It was not as grand as the Empire of Saint Reims, but it had a good view.
"Pretending to be a succubus is such a tough job."
Madam Vasaki was pacing back and forth in the room after Garrow left. Many looked up and saw the madam walking with her back facing them. She seemed to be imitating the succubus she saw before, but no matter how hard she tried, she was not as good as the succubus. The difference between races and bloodlines could not be made up for in a short period of time. Many finally understood why the Abyss Race valued one's birth so much. It was not just succubi. The birth of other races often determined a person's status and ability in life. This was something that could not be changed by bloodline.
"Do I look like one?"
The madam twisted her waist, but she still had the seductive charm of Medusa. She did not have the seductive charm of a succubus. To be honest, Many felt that these two races were the scourges of the Abyss Race. It was too much of a test of their endurance.
"Or should I just use Medusa's appearance?"
Many suggested, but he quickly rejected the idea. "Medusa's status is really a problem. Demon females do not seem to have as much status as males …"
"That's why I don't show up as often as possible. Come to think of it, I have never seen a succubus walking on the streets."
Madam Vasaki walked to Many's side and sat down beside the large sofa that Many was sitting on. She folded her black bat wings slightly, and her tail inadvertently rested on Many's legs.
"I was somehow led to this place by you. To be honest, it really feels like I'm in a dream."
The madam sighed. No one knew what she was sighing about.
"You mean the Medusa here … their lives …"
"What does Madam plan to do?"
Many people suddenly thought of a question. Why did Nairíos want him to bring Mrs. Vasaki instead of Carolina, who was also a top-tier expert? Perhaps this was a hidden reason?
"I don't know. I'm a little confused."
Madam Vasaki's eyes were a little dim, and it was obvious that she was distressed about something. "As the leader of the Medusa Family, I don't know what attitude I should have towards my own kind in this plane."
"Let nature take its course?"
Many whispered softly, but he also sighed. He had seen the lives of those medusas. If they let nature take its course, it would not take long for their situation to be even worse than Madam Vasaki's people.
"All of this is just empty talk."
Madam Vasaki's body lay lazily on the sofa covered with soft fur. That posture was as if she was lying on her own bed, lazy and unguarded.
"My Lord, the rest is up to you. That fellow beside you is not a simple character."
The madam suddenly said. She reached out and patted the back of Many's hands. Her action was a little ambiguous but not excessive.
Many turned around, only to find that the madam had closed her eyes slightly and was not looking at them at all. From this angle, that perfect and seductive body was very dazzling — but her words did make Many understand that the old fellow beside them did not seem to be deliberately hiding his presence.
"You wouldn't have come without absolute confidence. I believe in your decision."
That hand lightly clasped Many's hands, clenched imperceptibly, and then let go.
"Knock knock."
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. The madam seemed to have expected it. She straightened her body without any visible unnaturalness. Many also stood up and cleared his throat.
"Come in."
Pushing the door open, Galo's slightly effeminate face was as pale as ever. He did not seem to be embarrassed. He lowered his head and bowed. This was an obvious sign of goodwill. Many nodded in satisfaction. But when the abyssal demon pushed the door open and entered, the person following behind him made him frown.
It was an oddly short fellow. His head only reached Galo's waist. He wore a black leather armor with a few gray stripes. It seemed that his body was well-armed. What was even stranger was that this fellow was wearing a pair of black gloves. It was common knowledge that high-level professions who used weapons rarely wore gloves. But the aura of this person was so weak that it was even weaker than that of an ordinary person. Many understood his class: Assassin!
His head was hidden under the hood, revealing only a small part of his face. His eyes were covered by a large pair of goggles. This was the first time Many saw an abyssal wearing something that looked like a pair of glasses. The structure of the 'goggles' was very retro in Many's impression. It was similar to a diving goggles used for swimming. It was heavy and large, taking up almost half of his head. Of course, his head was not that big.
Only half of his face was exposed. It was very pale, but Many immediately remembered the scene when he saw this race the last time he saw them!
His beloved Sylner and Salia had been assassinated by this short creature in the dreamland that was both real and illusory!
This was the sharpest blade hidden in the darkness of the abyssal race — the dark gnome.
"Greetings, Lord Prometheus. My friend Galo has told me about your deeds. I'm glad to be able to help you."
His voice was sharp, but there was no malice. It was obvious that he was a good-tempered fellow. However, all of this was just a facade. Many naturally understood the mentality of a mercenary when welcoming an employer. It was not like he had never been one before. He was more familiar with this than this gnome.
"Two thousand gebs. I will go to the black market and put up a bounty for this information. I will give you an answer within three days."
"No problem."
Galo looked at Many. After receiving a look of affirmation, he answered on behalf of Many.
"What's wrong?"
Dou Peng looked at his' old partner 'Galo with surprise. The aphrodisiac business had made these two fellows who would not have come into contact with each other become good friends. One had money, and the other had connections. They were birds of a feather. Naturally, their relationship was not bad.
"As soon as possible."
Galo reached into his purse and took out two large black coins and threw them into Dou Peng's hand. He did not look at Dou Peng again. Instead, he looked at the ground silently.
"Understood."
Dou Peng nodded and looked at Many and Madam Vasaki in the room. He turned around and walked out of the room. Like a qualified information dealer, he did not say a word of superfluous nonsense.
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"Is this the underground black market?"
Many looked at the noisy scene around him and felt that this place was similar to the black market in his imagination.
Various races were mixed here like a pot of porridge. One could see demon nobles wearing black cloaks, trying to hide their identities and buying unknown reagents, as well as various girls wearing ragged clothes selling themselves as slaves. Passersby would occasionally take advantage of them, but they would laugh at them and leave. However, these innocent looking women would still force themselves to smile in order to sell them for a high price.
Was this a request to be kept?
Many raised their eyebrows, pulled up their hoods, and followed Galo's footsteps.
Many did not have an overflowing sense of justice. This unusually dirty place, whether it was the environment or the atmosphere, meant a lot to Many. He was not an abyss demon who came to buy aphrodisiacs or beautiful female slaves to vent his anger. There was only him and Galo on this trip, so it did not seem to arouse any suspicion. As for the reason for coming out?
"It's impossible to make a living here without money."
This was Nairíos's original words. Many felt a little helpless. This old guy always seemed to be slow on the uptake. But what else could he do?
Galo had a lot of money, but it was really not much for many things that might need to be done.
"Do you know what's the most valuable thing here?"
"No one has seen it before."
"The things that you take from me are enough to sell for a sky-high price here, I promise."
Many rarely heard Nairíos speak in such a tone, as if the dragon was suddenly very interested in money.
"Enough wealth can give you unexpected gains. There are always differences between the two continents. You must know this."
Nairíos's figure suddenly appeared beside Many. Dressed in black, he casually pointed at a building in the distance that seemed to stand out from the crowd. "There, there's something you want."
Many did not say much. He pointed in that direction, and Galo obediently led the way. Entering that building also cost a lot of black coins!
"The underground auction house."
Galo pointed at the corner of the entrance. "It's about to start. Lord Prometheus might like something, but I don't have enough money to buy expensive toys."
"No, I have something to auction."
Many understood what Nairíos meant. He thought for a moment and took out a staff and a few inconspicuous robes from his Space Ring. He then threw them to Galo. "Go make the arrangements."
"Alright."
Galo volunteered to be Prometheus's assistant. It was not a servile instinct that drove him to do such a thing. Instead, he really wanted to know the identity of this mysterious Abyssal Demon.
The seats in the venue were very messy. It did not look like the style of an auction. There were all sorts of people sitting here, and they were obviously people of status and wealth. But even though the environment was messy and dirty, no one said anything. They just quietly sat in their seats and waited for the guy above to start the auction.
The entrance of Duo Jia and Jia Luo didn't attract much attention. Only a few bodyguards glanced at them, and no one else paid attention to these two inconspicuous fellows.