Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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I assure you, I will get the Bronx back in operation within three days.

His eyes seemed to turn into two balls of fire.

I swear my utmost loyalty to you, my master!

Her tone held a hint of disgust: "I don't need you to die, I just need you to work for me."

She said she gave the second dimensional bag to Gululos.

Gurulos quickly opened the dimensional bag, and immediately felt his mouth go dry. The bright golden light inside almost blinded his dragon eyes.

His arms, which were holding the dimensional bag, were trembling: [M-Master?]

[The second thing. Find the gold-brick eater as soon as possible; he desperately needs money. Give him these gold bricks to gain his trust.]

Gururos struggled reluctantly: "Give it all to him?"

The six-armed serpent demon slowly turned its head, staring at the area above Gululos's head. Its emerald vertical pupils glowed eerily in the shadow of its hood.

Gurulow felt a chill run through his body and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Yes, yes, I obey.

But her next words stirred his heart, making him lose control: "I can produce more gold at any time. Complete the task I assign, and you will be rewarded."

【Obey! 】

The six-armed serpent demon said: "I want you to become the second Auckland Doto, so that the Thunder Eater will think you're his front man."

Yes, ma'am. But there's a problem: I have "bad blood."

Gurulos said, somewhat embarrassed, "The Thunder Devourer family is one of the city's top families, I can't be sure if he—"

She interrupted him directly: "You can't do it?"

Gurulos felt that chill again: [You can do it.]

This answer satisfied her.

[From now on, any disturbance in the city, including the movements of smugglers, pirates, and the Paladin City Guard, must be reported to me. In addition, there will be tripartite talks.]

[Trilateral talks?]

The Thunder Devourer is about to preside over a tripartite meeting, and I need to know all the details. From the purpose of the meeting to the whereabouts of the participants from all three parties—whether they are from the City of Flame, Enser, or Samarachi.

When she mentioned "Samarach", her eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she paused slightly in her speech.

Gurulos was unaware.

Although he had already looked away from the gold bricks in his storage bag, countless glittering, golden things were still flashing in his eyes and mind.

Your command is my will, my great master.

【very good】

The six-armed serpent demon took a small box from under his cloak and pushed it from the bench to Gululos. Gululos picked up the box, curiously opened it, and found it empty; there was nothing inside.

【Master, what is this?】

Cut a piece of your flesh and blood and put it in. It's mine now.

As the demon spoke, it produced a bottle of healing potion. "You can use this as a ritual to pledge your allegiance to me."

An invisible magical eye silently floats in the air, looking down upon all living beings.

No one noticed the trace of this magical eye.

Patrick stood on a rooftop not far from the observation deck, gazing through his "mystical eye" at the two figures sitting side by side on the bench.

Lana and Tusu were right beside him, but they couldn't see anything.

Lana sat to the side reading a book, while Tusu became increasingly agitated.

A while later, Patrick saw Gurulos leave the box behind, getting up and leaving with faltering steps. It seemed that Gurulos had injured his thigh in the short time that had passed, but he was pouring some kind of magical potion into his mouth as he walked, and with each step, the dragon's posture became more and more steady and normal.

“Healing potion,” Patrick said softly.

“We’ve got him under control,” Tusu said.

His dark face was covered with new tattoos, and Tusu couldn't even remember what his original hair was like. His eyes flashed with hatred and cruelty. "Leave it to me. I'll make that lizard-head spill the beans about his plans with that devil."

“There’s no need. Gurulos can’t escape. He’s like a dog guarding its kennel; we can find him anytime.”

Patrick stroked his beardless chin.

"Follow her first, and we'll figure out where her hideout is."

Chapter 57 Watertight

The six-armed serpent demon sat on the bench for a while longer, the box at her feet disappearing into her dimensional bag. Then she stood up and nimbly walked towards the mountain path leading to the bottom city.

The soldier registering her identity stopped her: "Name? What are you going to the lower town for?"

“Gideroltin came to the lower town to visit relatives this evening, and is now going home.”

The six-armed snake demon answered in a voice that said "old uncle," and pulled away the veil covering the soldier's face from under the hood of his cloak.

The soldier looked at "Gidlartin" with a scrutinizing gaze, then looked down at the register, flipped back a few pages and found their record of coming from the bottom city.

He raised his eyebrows, pointed to the record, and asked, "Visiting relatives. Gideroltin, who else registered with you?"

The imposter Gidelortin said in a man's voice, "My illegitimate daughter. She's staying at her mother's house tonight."

He gave the soldier an address.

These are all well documented.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice and Giderolyn registered their arrival from the lower town as a family visit, using Giderolyn's identity as her daughter. Giderolyn did indeed have an illegitimate daughter who lived at her mother's house in the lower town. Her mother was a minor noblewoman who had been seduced by Giderolyn's sweet talk, and their residence was indeed at that address.

The soldier no longer had any doubts, and waved his hand to signal them to let them pass.

"Gidlartin" carried the cloth-wrapped Spellbreaker Mand as he slowly made his way down the mountain path.

Today was a very rewarding day.

Originally, her goal for this trip downtown was simply to find someone who could help her rebuild the Broncos and establish her own intelligence network.

She couldn't have done it all by herself.

In her previous life, she was just a homebody with almost zero experience in dealing with people; now she is surrounded by ledgers and documents every day, with a paladin wandering around in front of her.

She had to find an agent capable of doing this. There was no place closer to those underground forces than a casino.

As for Gidelorine's demands, she didn't take them seriously at all.

If it weren't for his girlfriend, "Second Squad Leader Amiya," who knew he was coming to see her that afternoon, the underground tunnel Raphael dug would have been Gideon's final resting place.

Everything is perfect now.

Not only were the intelligence network's agents found, but there was also an unexpected bonus: the Thunder Eater who chaired the tripartite talks.

The web has been spread; all that's left is to wait patiently like a spider.

Even the sea breeze that's blowing in our faces smells sweet right now.

The Wizard King of Samarach, right? The Archmage, right?

The demon reborn couldn't help but imagine the scene when "Dragon Madness Lock" was activated: the three-way talks were in urgent progress, the Thunder Devourer who was presiding over the meeting suddenly fell into a hysterical berserk rage, and his iron fist the size of a casserole pot smashed the bastard's face.

What an interesting scene that would be!

Thinking about those teeth flying everywhere, she felt a sense of joy.

She didn't even pay attention to the new changes that occurred in her mental world after absorbing the dragon priest's soul.

"Gideroltin" looked up at the distant steel sky and softly recited a little poem from his previous life on Earth: "Woman, sin strips you naked, curses wash you clean, and you are sublimated into perfect life."

She took a deep breath.

—Don't get excited, take it slow.

she said to herself.

—We've only just seen the hope of revenge; we're far from reaping the full rewards yet.

But the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but turn up.

Even the invisible demonic eye that Gao Fei was still monitoring from behind couldn't dampen her good mood at the moment.

So she decided it was time to do something for "Uncle".

It was nearly midnight when we got back to the city.

The six-armed serpent demon, disguised as Gidelorine, made a grand entrance through the streets. Her mad and foolish demeanor ensured that almost every passerby in Fireport remembered the image of "Gidelorine"—so that if Gidelorine stood her up tomorrow, Squad Leader Amiya wouldn't suspect her.

Then, following the memory of her "old uncle," she arrived at the place where he had stayed before his death: the livestock shed of the hotel next to the dock.

Pushing open the wooden fence, a warm, pungent odor wafted out.

The six-armed serpent demon, disguised as Gidelor, entered the barn, covering his nose with one hand and waving the other to fan away the pungent, unpleasant odor.

A dim oil lamp sat on a wooden barrel in the livestock shed, illuminating a shiny bald head beside it.

It was a lizardman whose forehead scales had all fallen off.

When the six-armed serpent demon entered, the bald lizardman was reading a book under the lamplight. Beside him stood three burly men, all lizardmen dressed as sailors. A pair of gleaming eyes were also visible in the haystack.

She muttered, "Damn it, another Mediterranean."

The bald lizardman looked up at the sound and saw "Gidlartin" enter. He then gently put down the book he was holding and placed it on top of the barrel. The six-armed serpent demon had excellent eyesight and saw that the book's cover read "Managing Your Time: The Key to Success".

She also noticed that at that moment, two lizardmen had cut off her escape route and blocked the door of the barn.

“You’ve made me wait here in this cesspool. If it weren’t for the fact that lizardmen don’t care about the smell, I would have fucking suspected you were trying to suffocate me to escape your debts,” said the bald lizardman. “Pay back the money now, or I’ll break one of your legs.”

The imposter Gidelorine grinned and opened his arms to welcome the four lizardmen, flashing them a big smile.

“I have good news to tell you,” she said. “I have awakened.”

The bald lizardman looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Uh, what do you want me to say? Congratulations?"

The bald lizardman said, “Watch the time, you idiot. Another day has passed. You have to factor in today’s 20% interest.”

The imposter Gideon puffed out her chest and proudly declared, "No, I mean, from today onward, I will live for myself! Tomorrow I will go out to sea and become a fisherman!" This was what she had learned from Tevodor's will.

Patrick, who had been watching her with his arcane eye, almost choked on his own saliva.

At that very moment, Patrick was squatting on the toilet in his hotel suite bathroom, taking care of his personal hygiene.

The bald lizardman blinked, slowly stood up, and walked to "Gidlartin".

"Do I look like someone who's easy to fool, Gidelorine?" The bald lizardman's true colors were revealed. "You idiot, I can send you out to sea right now to be a pile of fish shit."

The next second, "Gidlartin" kicked the bald lizardman in the groin, and turned and ran away amidst the bald lizardman's changed screams.

"catch him!"

The bald lizardman crouched down, clutching his groin and roaring, "I'm going to castrate him! I'll shove his genitals into his mouth!"

However, "Gidlartin" displayed unprecedented agility. He seemed to become the wind, darting left and right amidst the pursuit of the other three lizardmen, and no matter how they tried to catch him, they couldn't do anything about it.

Patrick watched the farce in astonishment through his Arcane Eye.

Every step this shape-changing demon takes is like art.

She was like a shrewd strategist, playing her opponents like fools. She always kept them just a hair's breadth away from catching her, but that tiny distance had become an insurmountable chasm.

But how did she manage to control her body to this extent?

Should I say he truly deserves to be called a demon?

“You’ve given me a surprise,” Patrick murmured.

In that instant, he saw the demon, disguised as Gidelor, whip the three lizardmen's buttocks hard with the long, cloth-wrapped thing, and then rush out shouting "For freedom!"

The bald lizardman struggled to his feet. The four lizardmen swarmed out, chasing after "Gidlartin's" retreating figure.

The imposter Gideon rushed to the dock in one breath.

Patrick saw the dock patrolmen gather around, trying to stop the demon from approaching the dock.

“It’s no use,” he said softly.

Sure enough, thanks to the devil's uncanny ability to calculate distances with his footwork, the dock patrolmen were left behind as if dancing.

They could only watch helplessly as "Gidlartin" charged madly onto the dock, climbed up the ropes like a monkey onto a large fishing boat called "White Claw," and then, shouting "For freedom!", he stretched out his arms and jumped into the sea from the high deck, as seen by the picketers and the reptilians.