When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 917 - 286 We Are All Willing_2

Chapter 917: Chapter 286 We Are All Willing_2

Watching those rooms light up and then fade out, like the uncertain flashes of a lighthouse signal.

——Some audience members noticed this, while others did not.

Honey Badger, however, still held a glass of red wine, standing expressionlessly at the forefront.

“…Sir.”

One of the two Bunny Girls previously brought in by “Mr. Aigio” mustered the courage to approach him.

The other, sensing Honey Badger’s foul mood, hid behind the smaller one.

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A single call didn’t turn Honey Badger’s head, so with a slightly louder voice she called again: “Mr. Aigio…”

Honey Badger turned around, his indifferent gaze examining the two girls.

At some point, they had cleaned themselves and changed into another outfit—although still Bunny Girl attire, this set did not cover any key areas.

They exuded the fresh scent of fruit and a faint aroma of alcohol, their skin a beautiful pink hue.

“Mr. Aigio, is this outfit acceptable? Do we need to change it?”

The girl murmured softly.

She looked outside anxiously and asked, “Do we not need to turn on the visual here?”

“Is it usually necessary?”

Honey Badger glanced at her and asked back.

That sharp, knife-like gaze made the girl shiver involuntarily—she had never seen such a piercing look. It seemed not so much to cut the clothes from her body, but as if to peel the skin off…

“This is probably… for confirming each other’s identity. The atmosphere in Leipzig is one of sharing and openness; too selfish a person would be rejected by the others.”

The slightly older girl, seeing her companion silent, reluctantly whispered back, “So, it’s better to…”

“Just like that.”

Honey Badger answered succinctly.

Suddenly, she violently threw the wineglass she was clutching in her hand against the wall.

Unexpectedly, the glass wall did not shatter. Or rather, Honey Badger’s precise force made the glass shatter into pieces on the floor, without a shard hurting the girls, nor damaging the wall.

The blood-red wine splashed directly onto the glass, briefly hanging there and forming a vivid painting.

The sound of the shattering glass startled the two girls— the smaller one immediately collapsed to the ground while the larger one, pulled down by her, knelt halfway.

Honey Badger merely twisted his tie askew, then directly switched off the visualization.

He brushed his hand over the bright red wine on the wall, smearing on the glass wall, drawing a blood handprint, then slowly clenched his hand.

Maintaining his deathly cold gaze and expression, he stood with his chest out and head raised at the front. Behind him were the two girls, kneeling and collapsed on the ground, with vacant eyes.

The kill intent devoid of any impurities, however, lent this silent and serious middle-aged man a dangerous yet rational charm.

Proof of this was that several female guests in the private rooms subsequently opened the visualization of the partition walls, blowing bold kisses or displaying their figures in his direction.

Honey Badger did not avoid their gaze, but seriously scrutinized each person extending an invitation—seeing a bright red glow shining in the eyes of each of these women.

After committing the faces of these Sons of the Moon to memory, he finally nodded.

With a cold and stern look, he tilted his head slightly, licked clean the remaining red wine on his hand, indicating that one day he would drink their fresh blood to the dregs. Only then did Honey Badger turn the visualization knob back to off.

“Is this… the White Dove Opera House?”

Honey Badger murmured softly: “Indeed, it is not suitable… for the ‘Miss’ to be here. I must protect her purity with my life.”

The middle-aged man’s solemn and low voice, magnetic as a killer’s, made Honey Badger appear like a strict butler at this moment.

“…But that won’t be necessary.”

The larger Bunny Girl came to her senses.

She spoke quietly: “It doesn’t necessarily have to be that kind of service… after all, our priority here is the guests. If the ‘Miss’ were to come for a visit, we don’t have to offer boys… it could be us serving. There are also options that simply satisfy ‘the hunger,’ even play cards or chess for entertainment…

“…And among us, in addition to those who understand these, there are also those who understand music, painting, performing arts. Those opera actors occasionally come here to work part-time. Recently, the Earl has even recruited a group of Transcendents who understand politics, economics, literature, and are knowledgeable in Alchemy, Demonology, and Necromancy… able to discuss such serious topics with guests.”

…Count Leipzig is quite considerate, I wonder what he has gone through.

Honey Badger shook his head silently.

She knew that these people regarded her as a sort of “patriarchal butler.”

But in reality, Honey Badger referred to the true identity of “Miss Aleister.”

The fiancé of Isabel, the “Iron-Blooded Queen” of Avalon, the current Vicar Pope of the Holy Nation, an extracorporeal incarnation. In no way could she appear in such a chaotic and fallen place, the dangers and uncertainties it brought were too great.

Honey Badger turned around and sat down on the plush sofa.

She accepted the wine passed to her by the girls and took a bite of the fruit fed to her, then she spoke up.

The slightly older girl took her place behind her for a gentle massage, while the younger slipped skillfully into her embrace.

“This question, generally, is not to be asked.”

“But you’re a VIP, so it’s okay,” said the younger girl. “I’ve been here for about half a year.”

“…Only half a year, and you’ve already adapted to this environment?”

“Thanks to the kisses of the Sons of the Moon.”

The girl whispered, pulling aside her collar and drawing Honey Badger’s hand in, revealing the hot, feverish “kiss mark” on her chest. It was invisible from the outside, concealed behind layers of clothing.

“Once kissed… the body can never be free of Lifedrain again. It’s a poison more potent than any drug.”

Honey Badger slightly narrowed her eyes, her murderous intent toward the Sons of the Moon growing stronger.

“Have you thought about it,” Honey Badger asked nonchalantly, “what you plan to do… afterwards?”

“Afterward…”

The girl paused, hope lighting up her face: “If possible, I hope to be taken home by a Son of the Moon.”

“…Is that all?”

“For us, that’s already a luxurious hope.”

The older girl replied softly, “We are the living dead… to be alive is already fortune enough.”

“The living dead? What do you mean?”

Honey Badger was slightly taken aback and pressed for an answer.

The older girl appeared to be around her twenties or thirties; it was still conceivable for someone her age to have committed a capital offense.

But that girl… looked to be under twenty. Why had she become “the living dead”?

“Money.”

The younger girl answered bluntly: “Because our family ran out of money—our family’s debt reached a level impossible to pay off. So we had no choice but to come here… Count Leipzig is very good, he provides a significant sum to our families as a ‘staff settlement fee’.”

“…Human trafficking?”

Honey Badger murmured to herself, “Isn’t this just the slave trade from the Imperial Era?”

“Not at all, we’re here voluntarily.”

The older Bunny Girl said solemnly, “At least here, we can maintain a safe and dignified life… This is a job for us. It’s better than death, not to mention that it can save our families.

“No one forced us to this path… And no matter how much we owe, Count Leipzig at least helps us write off some debt. We weren’t sold here by our families; the Earl wouldn’t take such people. We’re here voluntarily… it’s just a job with high risk and little chance of returning home.”

…Is this the desire for Dedication?

Honey Badger was moved, vaguely realizing something.

Through such means, the Blood Slaves who applied for the job must at least be “good people” with a desire for Dedication…

And at that moment.

Honey Badger suddenly heard a scream.

She frowned slightly, picked up the girl, and walked straight to the front.

There was a commotion in the audience area—she followed the gaze of the onlookers, and soon found the source of the chaos.

It was one of the VIP boxes on the second floor, the one at three o’clock.

The visibility knob had been turned up to maximum.

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And the shattered corpses were scattered across the floor.

Blood flowed down the glass to the outside.