Chapter 27 The Real Captain Marcel

"The Montit family crest is the shape of rye and oats, and it has always been printed on their rings."

Just as Mia was about to show Blood Raven the fake ring, Billis reached out and covered Mia's mouth with his hand.

“Mr. Blood Raven, since you say we are not, then tell me what the real Marcel and Montit look like?”

Blood Raven tried his best to pretend he hadn't heard, but Biris's voice did come through, so the orc chieftain spoke on his behalf.

"What? You still want to deny it? Our men found the real Marcel outside. He was drunk and his clothes were stripped off."

“I did it. That imposter drunkard rushed up to me and tried to take the invitation from me, so I gave him a piece of my mind.”

"He even said you were an imposter!"

"What evidence? What evidence does he have to prove he's really Martha? As a captain and Miss Montit's lover, he doesn't know to drink less when he's out. A drunkard like him could be Martha today, a councilor tomorrow, or even Blood Raven the day after."

"You're not going to admit it?"

"Admitting you are not yourself?"

"You want me to expose you on the spot, don't you?"

"You're welcome."

"As everyone knows, Marcel is a seasoned sailor. He must have suffered a lot to climb from sailor to captain. But sailors always have some common characteristics, such as a fondness for drinking, fighting, and swearing. But you don't have any of these things. Do you know why? I worked at the club for eight years and saw all kinds of people. I can tell at a glance who is a gentleman and who is a drunkard."

"You mean, Captain Marcel can't be a gentleman under the influence of a lover?"

“It’s not that you can’t, but it’s completely unnecessary. All the women who have dated Marcel have liked his wildness, but you don’t, Mr. Imposter.”

"I need to make this clear to you: the real Marcel is a man who knows how to be dignified and won't embarrass women."

"Alright, let him come here in person and confront you face to face."

The orc chieftain consulted Bloodraven, saying that Malthael was being prevented from entering because he had lost his invitation, and that Bloodraven needed to make a phone call to the security guards.

To be honest, Bloodraven quite likes these two, but now, in order to verify his identity, he has to listen to the orc chieftain's opinion.

He picked up the phone and called the security guard at the checkpoint. Immediately, another voice, Marcel, came from the other end, shouting and cursing.

"Get your boss out here! I'm a long-time member who's been a customer many times!"

Indeed, one could sense a distinctly sailor-like quality emanating from the other person.

Mia, standing to the side, was in a dilemma, fearing something might happen, and was still trying to find a way to escape.

However, Billis was quite confident in dealing with the real captain. He had been involved in various missions before meeting the lady and had an extraordinary ability to imitate. He could even perfectly mimic a patient who had escaped from an asylum.

But half an hour passed, and the other Marcel still hadn't appeared.

Blood Raven called the security guard again, who said that someone had already brought him in.

What's going on? Are you captivated by the club girls? Or are you enjoying the scenery on the Hyperion?

At that moment, Billy's new friend, the angel, suddenly spread his large wings in terror and faced the office door.

Only she could hear the noise outside.

It was a hungry wind that swept away the snow on the city walls.

"It's okay, don't be nervous."

Billis thought her angel friend was overly nervous and told her to fold her wings.

But the angel said, "Leave this place."

"That's great, you've learned four more words. However, you might be using them in the wrong context."

"leave."

"Listen to me, my friend..."

As soon as Billis finished speaking, the sound of low-cut shoes crunching in the snow came from outside the door. Everyone simultaneously felt a peculiar energy, as if a colossal creature was ignoring the insects beneath their feet.

Is this Marcel being drugged by Billy?

Just as Billis was also at a loss for what to do, the door opened and a disheveled drunkard walked in.

He is Marcel himself!

Billy, on the contrary, was relieved to see the real Marcel.

Only his angel friend was hostile towards him.

As soon as the real Malthael entered, he gave the orc chieftain a wink.

For some reason, Billy felt that there was something wrong with Marsellus.

“You’re late, imposter,” Billis said in a seasoned tone. “Are you sluggish because you just sobered up? Did you waste time on the road?”

Marcel looked at the man with a strange expression, as if he didn't recognize him at all.

"Hey, imposter, are you deaf?"

As soon as Billy put his hand on Marcel's shoulder, he immediately pulled it back, his body radiating a bone-chilling cold as if he had been asleep in the snow for a thousand years.

He's not Marcel! He just looks a lot like the captain. Who is he?

My angel friend's premonition was right; this guy is dangerous!

Mia also noticed something was wrong. When Martha came in, she didn't see the two dwarves at the door. Where did they go?

Logically speaking, a drunkard like Marcel should have a mouth full of alcohol and nonsense, but when he spoke, it was terrifying and hoarse, like the voice of a ghost.

“Get out of the way,” he said to Billy.

Biris immediately grabbed Mia's hand and took two big steps back: "Who are you?"

“You asked something you shouldn’t have, sir.”

“You’re not left-handed, and you’ve never drunk alcohol.”

"You've finished your business? If you're done, get out of here."

"Blood Raven! You let someone who shouldn't be here in here; he's not Martha at all!"

Blood Raven sensed something was wrong and was about to take out his pistol from the drawer when he suddenly smelled the same odor as before. A stench of blood wafted from the showroom, and two hammers that were against the corner of the wall fell to the ground, drawing everyone's attention.

The two dwarves had already been killed.

The orc chieftain beside him was not surprised by the mistake; instead, he cooperated with the intruder, smashing the telephone on the table and cutting off the video intercom system that connected him to the outside world.

These two guys are in cahoots!

"What are you doing?"

Blood Raven stared in horror at the orc chieftain as the chieftain slowly tore off the silicone mask that was stuck to his face.

Standing before me was another orc.

"He is long gone, and you, you are about to be offered to the great Demon King."

The guy impersonating Marsel suddenly became young and then old. One of his arms suddenly became very thin, and his whole shape looked like a withered tree branch. He also shrank and thinned his chest, turning into a shriveled mummy. His head was also wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

This wasn't his true form yet. He then extended a third hand from under his two arms, followed by a fourth and a fifth, for a total of six arms.

This incredibly ugly creature grew taller as it became thinner, eventually becoming nothing at all—without blood, flesh, or bones. Its bandaged chest cavity revealed a large mass of things covered in teeth and eyes. These things were alive, growing inside the creature's body at the center of its radius, resembling an octopus that could transform at will.

Bizarre things echoed in the office, all unverified by scholars, nascent forms of terror existing between life and death, a transition from one reality to another. Sometimes they were round, sometimes square, sometimes overlapping shapes, all originating from that guy's body.

Blood Raven showed no signs of life. When was he killed? It was impossible to tell with the naked eye.

The clouds in the darkness passed through Billis's mind, and his two feet seemed to no longer belong to him, while his two hands turned into two snakes. People with low magic power would be completely controlled.

Mia felt something different. It kept circulating and regressing. Her body was no longer tired, and she could even say that she no longer felt the existence of her body. Only a thought-body composed of thoughts and soul remained. Where did her body go?

As the two beings with low magical power were immersed in the mirage, a flood of light suddenly poured down, and an angel flapped its wings, pulling their souls back to reality.

Her posture contained an ethereal charm. Although she was not a revered goddess, she was more exquisite than any goddess. She was an extraordinary angel, the most unimaginable perfect creation of nature.

However, she used her ability at the wrong time, and the two guys saw it.

“You’ve come at a very bad time,” the orc said. “Another sacrifice has been added to the list of offerings for the Demon King.”

A crack appeared at the mummy's feet, and a commotion came from within.