When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 911 - 281 Everything is Free

Chapter 911: Chapter 281 Everything is Free

Aleister looked back with keen interest at Cheng Yaojin who suddenly appeared.

He was a young man who seemed quite upright and serious.

He looked to be in his early thirties with a distinct mature temperament, yet his physique was balanced. He wore tortoiseshell glasses that faintly sparkled with the light of Balance. His short, black, curly hair was meticulously groomed, giving him a refreshing appearance.

The young man wore a sleeveless brown sweater and a white shirt; his always furrowed brows, creating deep creases, reminded Aleister of Sherlock or Edward.

—From his attire and temperament alone, Aleister deduced this was not someone who casually approached due to attraction. He watched Manager Val, a clear dissatisfaction in his eyes. At the same time, he was not the least bit afraid, indicating his status was much higher than Manager Val’s, hence he dared to spoil his plans at such a time.

“…Prince Xiyaldo.”

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Manager Val’s expression stiffened. He glanced at Aleister, trying to hint, “This gentleman is a guest whom the Earl desires to meet.”

However, the sense of powerlessness in his speech was so evident that even Aleister could easily catch it.

“Prince?”

Aleister sharply caught onto this word.

In the Kingdom of Antimony, only the current children of Valentine VII, Alfonso Valentine, could be respectfully addressed as ‘Prince’.

If Aleister remembered correctly, old Alfonso’s Queen Consort was also a Son of the Moon.

No wonder Xiyaldo was present at this venue, even receiving the highest degree of respect from Manager Val.

But even so, being a Son of the Moon was not something to be discussed in public. Thus, he couldn’t outright say, this is a hungry Son of the Moon, don’t block their way to feed… and Prince Xiyaldo, due to his identity and Aleister’s appearance, immediately caused a spectacle.

Even though Prince Xiyaldo had brought trouble for himself, Manager Val could only grit his teeth and respectfully introduce him, “This is the second son of His Majesty the King…”

“I am Xiyaldo Valentine.”

The gentleman nodded, speaking seriously to Aleister, “This is not a place fitting for a lady of your high status. If you are here for Master Alanis Poulgar, I’m afraid you will be disappointed. She will be performing at the Royal Palace tonight and is unlikely to appear in Leipzig these few days.”

—Who is Alanis Poulgar?

Aleister tilted her head slightly, then suddenly recalled it was the name featured prominently in the advertisements outside.

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“Prince Xiyaldo…”

She slightly tilted her head again and suddenly asked, “Lucien’s brother?”

Hearing this unexpected name here, both Manager Val and Prince Xiyaldo were taken aback.

“You know my brother?”

Xiyaldo, somewhat surprised, pushed up his glasses, “He hardly ever leaves home…”

“It’s… somewhat fated,”

Aleister’s lips curved up slightly, smiling.

Although strictly speaking, Lucien was just a pawn used by Queen Consort Louise. Yet in another layer of history, he almost formed a marriage alliance with Isabel and indeed destroyed Avalon, which still significantly concerned the petty-minded Aleister.

As a manifestation of the Path of Devotion, Aiwass probably wouldn’t care much about this; however, as a manifestation of the Path of Transcendence, Aleister already harbored evident malice in her heart.

“I’d be quite interested to hear how you two know each other, if you have the time…”

Prince Xiyaldo immediately bowed slightly, inviting Aleister.

“Of course.”

Aleister gladly accepted.

She directly declined Count Leipzig’s invitation, smiling as she approached Prince Xiyaldo.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she asked with interest, “Your Highness, do you go out without any guards?”

“No need. I am my own guard…”

Prince Xiyaldo answered seriously yet earnestly.

“And you? Do you plan to continue staying here, Aigio?”

Aleister casually gave Lady Honey Badger a nickname she found quite fitting—since she was an Assassin Master, the name seemed appropriate.

Knowing she had been “blessed” with a name, the woman who was now called “Aigio” also understood her current identity.

She nodded slightly, her voice deep and magnetic like that of a middle-aged male, “I’ll rest here for a while, my lady.”

“Where shall we meet then?”

“Don’t worry, I can always find you…”

“Aigio” first said something that would make the Son of the Moon think of Hawkeye, and thus be anxious, and then laughed, flattering, “Given your unparalleled beauty bound to shock Leipzig, I just need to head where the crowds gather, and I’ll see you caught among them.”

Aleister smiled and then left with Prince Xiyaldo.

Lady Honey Badger clearly had no intention of leaving just yet.

Being a figure of Hawkeye, her hatred for the Son of the Moon ran deep in her bones.

And now, she found herself smuggled into a “gathering place” previously impenetrable to assassins, thanks to a genuine Son of the Moon like Aleister. If she missed this rare opportunity, she certainly wouldn’t be Lady Honey Badger. Even if a Fifth Power Level Son of the Moon had infiltrated this place, most likely they wouldn’t notice her presence without knowing about the Fifth Power Level Hawkeye assassin mixed in.

Lady Honey Badger had chosen to remain loyal to the church, fundamentally for the sake of Hawkeye, the Iris Flower… and for humanity.

Yet she glanced at the small girl who, though silent felt distinctly disheartened after Aleister left, and spoke to Manager Val, “I’d like to switch my companion, if possible?”

These bunny girls were clearly blood slaves, long unsatisfied… The White Dove Opera House relied on their Beguile Curse to target the natural cravings of the Son of the Moon at the entrance, in search for such clients.

If they failed to draw in clients, they likely had to return to the entrance to recruit again. The girl seemed so pleased probably because she favored Aleister’s beauty and gender… and if she were to recruit another client, the chances are that they wouldn’t be so gentle.

Lady Honey Badger herself was brought to ruin by the Son of the Moon. She knew all too well that most Sons of the Moon had no humanity, let alone mercy. To them, blood slaves were just “reusable tools” that could easily be discarded, and if damaged, merely required monetary compensation.

Worried for the girl’s fate, Lady Honey Badger thus added those extra words.

“Oh, of course!”

Manager Val immediately turned back, his hands clasped together, his face suddenly sporting a flattering smile, “Would you like to pick? I’ll call a few groups of girls over…”

“—No need, just her.”

Lady Honey Badger patted the fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl’s head, saying in a deep voice, “If I take two, what would be the cost?”

“Oh, there’s no cost. Absolutely no cost… If you wish, you can call over more girls. You can play however you like, but it’s best not to disturb other guests. I mean, don’t snatch people from other guests.”

Manager Val’s smile was radiant. “Everything here is free—yes, all the amenities here are free. Or rather, Count Leipzig will pay for everything.

You can come anytime, and if you have fun, remember to bring that young miss along as well…”

“Perhaps.”

Lady Honey Badger responded ambiguously, “It all depends on what you offer here.”

“We have everything. Absolutely everything.”

Manager Val spoke with certainty and confidence, proclaiming, “There is no place in the Antimony that’s more fun than here—I swear.”

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