Chapter 724
White Dove Opera House
Alistair was held by the girl as they entered the White Dove Opera House.
Midway, she tried to cast her gaze towards Honey Badger… and Honey Badger, disguised as a middle-aged man, calmly nodded at Alistair, signaling that this was a normal procedure and there were no major issues.
At this moment, Madam Honey Badger was also being held tightly by another Bunny Girl.
Unlike Alistair’s situation—this was a Bunny Girl with deep brown, long, curly hair. She looked about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, fully developed, with impressive curves on her chest. Currently, one of Honey Badger’s arms was deeply nestled within them.
Yet, he appeared so ordinary and serene. This caused evident dissatisfaction to surface on the Bunny Girl’s face. She even deliberately held his arm tighter, pressing her entire weight against him.
It was a very obvious, almost shameless attempt to please.
Seeing this, Alistair turned her head to look at the girl beside her.
Seeing the innocent and pure expression she gave her, Alistair merely smiled. She casually put away her black umbrella, which was then solicitously taken by the girl.
After revealing her appearance, Alistair immediately drew attention.
However, for some reason, no one dared to strike up a conversation with them—when they saw the Bunny Girl holding Alistair, their faces showed hesitation bordering on timidity.
“Very interesting.”
Alistair said softly, reaching out to touch the girl’s long black hair, similar to her own, on her head.
She hadn’t understood before, but seeing the reactions of the other guests, she gradually began to understand.
“What did you say?”
The girl’s voice was crisp.
Alistair chuckled, lowered her head slightly, and moved closer to the girl’s nape, “I said… you smell very nice, girl.”
The girl subconsciously trembled slightly, but then showed no sign of avoidance, instead revealing a clear look of joy.
She tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Alistair’s temple. The girl took a deep breath, her ears visibly starting to redden, her warm, delicate bones and flesh making contact with the eyeglass frame brought by the “Beyad form”… even through the thin metal, Alistair could easily feel the heat.
The soft panting, accompanied by the increasingly rich aroma of cherry wine emanating from her, gradually permeated Alistair’s thoughts.
Memories began to surface. This feeling was so familiar…
Alistair’s originally emerald green pupils, unknowingly, turned a vivid red. Her canines also sharpened.
Just like the Ascension Ritual that Eivass held at Crescent Moon Manor.
Transforming into No. 14, drinking fine wine, and becoming a delicacy for the Child of the Moon… Now, as a Child of the Moon, Alistair could also easily smell this exquisite scent—even through thick flesh, she could smell the wine infused in the blood like a hunter.
A call from deep within her bloodline suddenly made Alistair intensely thirsty.
It felt like after finishing a workout, covered in sweat. With her increasingly heavy breaths, she felt an itch in the depths of her throat. Her tongue, covered in tiny barbs, flexibly licked her palate, but only managed to spread the itch throughout her mouth.
—In that instant, Alistair immediately understood the essence of the “White Dove Opera House.”
Why there were Bunny Girls in the opera house, and why they were so young and enthusiastic; why other guests felt fear and dared not approach when they saw her being held by a Bunny Girl…
Because they were Blood Slaves. Even before Alistair got close, they had sensed the arrival of a Child of the Moon from afar—the reason for their less-than-pleasant attitude towards Lily was likely because Lily’s aura was perceived as “brought-in wine” from Alistair.
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They made their profits by selling “wine.” So when serving guests who were “bringing their own wine,” although they dared not voice any opinion to the guests, they naturally wouldn’t have a very good attitude towards the “wines.”
In other words, this was a gathering place for modern Children of the Moon!
Alistair suddenly felt a sense of irony—she had intended to join the Child of the Moon community that sought Star Antinomy by eliminating a group of Eagle Eyes, as a token of her allegiance. Yet, as soon as she disembarked and casually chose a location, she had directly stumbled into a gathering place for Children of the Moon…
As Alistair was led into the Hall, a handsome young man in a white suit rushed over.
Judging from the slightly more serious and reserved expressions of the two Bunny Girls, one could tell this was their manager.
“My lord…”
He immediately approached Alistair, then respectfully stepped back a few paces and bowed deeply to their group, “Thank you for gracing us with your presence. I am Greg War. May I know the names of you two esteemed ladies…?”
“—Alistair Crowley.”
Alistair replied with a light laugh. Honey Badger, however, completely ignored him, merely glancing at him without a word. Clearly, his persona was no longer Alistair’s butler—after all, Alistair wasn’t a proper young lady, and he wasn’t a proper butler. Maintaining such a persona in front of such a shrewd person would be easily seen through, so it was better to just drop the act.
The other party had obviously heard the name. Upon hearing it, his face showed clear surprise—a confusion indicating he had never expected her to appear here. But immediately, it was followed by undisguised ecstasy.
“Miss Crowley,” he leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice, “Are you… perhaps looking for someone here?”
Hmph, here it comes.
Alistair snorted lightly, the corners of her mouth curling up.
She remembered—during that Ascension Ritual, she had seen a girl codenamed “Ban.” Her true identity was the lord of the City of Knowledge, Leipzig, an investor known as Count Leipzig.
He was passionate about investing in all sorts of Extraordinary individuals, selling his affection. He rarely explicitly asked anyone to do anything; he simply used his formidable wealth and connections in high society to continuously host banquets, increase investments, and thus deepen his “influence.”
Following the secret signal “Ban” had given her back then, Alistair casually replied, “Indeed, I’d like to see the male singer who performed here last month.”
“Ah, I’m truly sorry. We don’t have his contact information…”
Manager War immediately responded.
Their conversation was not hushed at all, so even the passing travelers could hear it.
According to the subsequent conversation, Alistair should have said, “He knows me, we became friends at a club,” and then Manager War would have given Alistair Count Leipzig’s contact information. The entire transaction process was above board, with no hidden darkness and certainly no room for any leverage.
But at this moment.
From behind Alistair, a calm and rational male voice suddenly spoke, “I do.”
Manager War’s expression froze instantly.
(End of Chapter)
