Chapter 22 Miss Montit?

Miss Montitt wore a captivating pearl necklace, her skin was radiantly white, her lips were a deep crimson purple, and her hands, feet, and graceful movements were alluring. Yet, beneath these captivating qualities lay a different kind of indifference and disdain.

Billis immediately recognized that this indifference and disdain were feigned.

Miss Montitt raised her head slightly, gestured for the servants beside her to leave the room, locked the door from behind her back with one hand, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, as if she were pulling a sword of victory from a rock, she concentrated all her pent-up strength into her hand.

The surrounding air suddenly became clear, and Billis could see nothing but one or two hazy bright spots.

Miss Montitt has just cast a spell in the room—a spell of blindness.

Blindness is a basic spell, and its effect will not last long.

"Hey, who turned off the lights?"

"Stand still, it'll be done soon."

Miss Montite took the opportunity to remove Billie's mask.

Billy's eyes hadn't recovered yet, and he was very tense, but nothing happened.

"Aren't you going to do anything else?" Although Billis couldn't see clearly, he could hear the guy's voice.

“Beris, how did you find the Blood Raven Club?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you too, Mia.”

"Please call me Miss Montitt."

"Miss Montite, when can my eyes be restored?"

"The blindness effect will automatically wear off in two minutes."

"Okay, try not to stand next to me. I'm not responsible if I touch anything."

Billis closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, Mia just happened to throw the mask at him.

"Put it on. Your identity here is Captain Marcel, Miss Montit's eighth male lover. When we go outside later, you cannot call me by my name directly. Remember, you cannot."

"I'm very grateful that you rescued me from those two ungrateful security guards. However, you must have had a purpose in sneaking in here, right? Tell me, and perhaps we can help each other out."

"You go first."

“Me? Fine, you don’t want to lose out at all. Anyway, I didn’t intend to lie to you. I’m here to rescue my friend. She’s not a reincarnated person. She was sold to an underground club a few days ago. I learned from a few young people who would rather be beaten up than confess that the club was going to auction off my friend. So I just stole Captain Marcel’s mask.”

"I'll show you something."

Mia pulled a crumpled photograph from her smock. Billis immediately recognized the person in the photo—a big shot who was always in the news: Senator Mandago.

Mandago was the first to propose the "Non-Reincarnated Individuals Protection Law," which proposed turning the southern continent of the other world into a protected area, allowing non-reincarnated individuals to have their own country and territory.

Mandago believes that although the Great Reboot is an irresistible natural disaster, Earthlings are always invaders from another world. While creating scientific wealth, Earthlings also implanted Earth civilization in Fa'an, occupied the land where the original inhabitants lived, and made many non-reincarnated people homeless.

Earthlings must be held accountable for this. The "Non-Reincarnated Person Protection Law" caused a huge uproar at the Otherworld Conference. Most people voted in favor in the council, but many others opposed it.

Those who oppose it are naturally the wealthy business groups and farmers who are influenced by their interests.

Once Mandago's Act is enacted, non-reincarnated individuals will have the right to be on equal footing with those of the Northern Continent. Furthermore, wealthy merchant groups will be required to release non-reincarnated individuals who are currently enslaved.

Needless to say, Billis had already guessed Mia's mission.

"Is Mandago being threatened by the wealthy businessmen?" Billis asked.

"The threat comes from within the council, but the Hero Alliance ultimately targeted Blood Raven because Blood Raven is the largest dealer in the other world. They have been engaged in underground entertainment activities for many years, using covert and cruel methods, and have dealings with most of the wealthy upper class. If Mandago's proposal is upheld, Blood Raven's interests will also be affected."

"So you pretended to be Miss Montitt."

“My mission is to find out Blood Raven’s identity. He has always been a mystery. This morning, Richie from the intelligence department gave me this task. Tonight’s auction will feature an extremely rare non-reincarnated individual. Blood Raven only appears at times like these.”

"Find him, and then what?"

"Make him provide a list of members of parliament with whom he has a direct or indirect interest."

"Then you try to threaten or eliminate those members of parliament who oppose Mandago?"

"That's not something I should be thinking about; I'm just carrying out a mission."

"Okay, that's not my place to ask. I just want to rescue my friend. When do auctions usually start?"

"After the fourth game."

Which match is it now?

Mia pointed to the large electronic screen directly in front of her, which read: Please wait for the fourth match, Butcher VS Bristly Mouse.

The bunny girl walked around the ring holding a sign, and the orc bodyguards carried out two iron cages from behind the curtain.

A rat was locked in one iron cage, and a pig was locked in another iron cage.

The audience began to feel dissatisfied with the fourth game, wondering why the club suddenly switched to using lower animals for the game.

Two orc bodyguards injected the animals in the cages with a needle, and the rats and pigs suddenly began to evolve at an astonishing speed, their arms and legs swelling up like pufferfish.

A completely new species was born: a guy who was very tall, with a large frame, a robust physique, broad shoulder blades, and a small tuft of tail sticking up in a very funny way.

The other creature was also quite striking, with two heads growing from its thick neck. Its body, arms, and legs were all shared, and its entire body was covered in stiff hair.

Now they've become real butchers and bristle rats.

"A rare challenger! A bristle rat from the Sunset and Dark Forest! The other is a butcher who can eat three of his own kind in a day!"

"According to the rules, shouldn't those who haven't been reincarnated be the ones to participate?"

"The club's rule is that there are no rules; all you have to do is place your bets."

The match begins.

Gamblers who have never heard of the bristle rat are probably going to lose money. At first glance, this guy is much smaller than the butcher.

The butcher skillfully used his legs and knees to deflect several of the bristle rat's rolling attacks, and seized the opportunity to push it forward, causing the bristle rat to crash into the candle. The flame ignited the bristle rat's fur, and it struggled in the firelight for a while before finally extinguishing the flames and standing up. However, its fur was not as beautiful as before.

The bristle rat's eyes suddenly turned like glass beads, a sign that the animal was getting angry. The two heads discussed something, then lay down on the ground like an unchained hunting dog, not showing which way it was going to attack.

The butcher pulled out a small bone file hidden in his mouth and lunged forward recklessly.

The bristly rat was as agile as a leopard, and dodged the attack with just a slight movement.

The butcher's body suddenly tilted violently. He must have seen wild eyes he had never seen before, rushing towards him. One of the bristle rat's two heads had flown off at some point, and the missing head was biting the butcher's throat with its teeth. He let out a terrifying scream, as if he were fighting destruction one last time, but it was too late. The bristle rat's teeth were poisonous.

The butcher shivered, and before he could understand what was happening, he began to stagger and slump down like a heavy rope.

Surprisingly, a bristly rat that has lost its head is like a bee that has lost its stinger—it's a suicidal attack.

The final result was mutual destruction.

No one can win the bet, so the bet must be carried over to the next game.

Why is there a fifth game?

"The organizers did this on purpose!"

"Don't rush, wouldn't it be better to have one more game?"

Everyone's attention was focused on a spotlight. The person who had entered the stage at some unknown time was covered in pustules and had a cloth covering his eyes.

He's actually a rare orc monk!

As for his opponent, he soon appeared from the one-way mirrored passage.

That was an equally rare lizardman wizard.

"Don't stop! Keep hitting!"

"That's right! We have plenty of money!"

Amid the tremors and commotion, the phrase "Kill him" could be heard frequently.

Just then, an iron cage, about the size of a fighting ring, descended and trapped the two people inside.

To protect the audience, the club added a magical protective shield around the iron cage.

The electronic screen quickly displayed the fifth match: Rock vs. Awakener.

"This time I absolutely have to bet on the seemingly weaker side!"

"That's right! Don't be fooled by the club. Those guys who looked really tough just now all lost in the end."

"Then let's press down on the rock; he looks rather weak."