**Chapter 725**
**Everything is Free**
Alistair turned her head slightly, her gaze landing with interest on this unexpected interloper.
He was a young man who appeared quite proper and serious.
He looked to be in his early thirties, possessing a distinct aura of maturity, yet with a well-proportioned physique. He wore tortoise-shell glasses that subtly gleamed with a balanced radiance. His short, curly black hair was meticulously styled, giving him a refreshing appearance.
The young man wore a sleeveless, tan sweater over a white shirt. The habitually furrowed brow, which had created deep lines on his forehead, gave Alistair a distinct impression of Sherlock Holmes or Edward.
—Alistair’s initial analysis of his attire and demeanor indicated that he wasn’t approaching her with romantic intentions. He looked at Manager Val with evident displeasure. At the same time, he showed no fear, implying his status was far above that of Manager Val, hence his boldness in disrupting the situation.
“…Your Highness Prince Xiardo.”
Manager Val’s expression stiffened. He glanced at Alistair, doing his best to imply, “This guest… is important to the Count.”
However, the powerlessness in his words was easily discernible even to Alistair.
“Your Highness?”
Alistair sharply registered the title.
In the Star Antimony Kingdom, only the children of Valentine VII—Alfonso Valentine—could be respectfully addressed as “Your Highness.”
If Alistair recalled correctly, the old Alfonso’s Queen was also a Child of the Moon.
It was no wonder Prince Xiardo was present at this location and received the utmost respect from Manager Val.
Even so, matters concerning a Child of the Moon could not be openly discussed in a public setting. Therefore, he couldn’t directly state that this was a Child of the Moon in a starved state and to not obstruct their meal… The appearance of Prince Xiardo, who had escalated the situation, coupled with Alistair’s own alluring appearance, immediately drew a crowd.
Despite Prince Xiardo causing trouble for him, Manager Val could only grit his teeth and respectfully introduce him, saying, “This is His Majesty the King’s second son…”
“I am Xiardo Valentine.”
The other party nodded and said solemnly to Alistair, “This is not a place for ladies of your noble standing. If you came seeking Master Arannis Pulgar, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. She will be performing at the Royal Palace tonight and likely won’t be in Leipzig for the next few days.”
—Who was Arannis Pulgar?
Alistair tilted her head slightly, then suddenly remembered that name was at the top of the rankings in the outside GG.
“Your Highness Prince Xiardo…”
Tilting her head slightly, she suddenly asked, “Lucien’s brother?”
Hearing a name that shouldn’t have been there, both Manager Val and Prince Xiardo were slightly stunned.
“You know my brother?”
Xiardo adjusted his glasses in surprise. “He hardly ever leaves his room…”
“Let’s just say… we have a connection.”
Alistair’s lips curved into a slight smile.
Although, strictly speaking, Lucien was merely a pawn manipulated by Queen Louise. However, in another historical timeline, his near-marriage to Isabel and his actual destruction of Avalon still bothered the petty-minded Alistair.
As a manifestation of the Path of Devotion, Eivass likely wouldn’t care much about such matters; however, as a manifestation of the Transcendent Path, Alistair’s heart brewed with evident malice.
“I’m quite interested in how you two met. If you have the time…”
Prince Xiardo immediately bowed slightly, inviting Alistair.
“Of course.”
Alistair readily accepted.
She directly set aside Count Leipzig’s invitation and, with a beaming smile, walked over to Prince Xiardo’s side.
With her hands clasped behind her back, she asked with amusement, “You don’t carry guards with you, Your Highness Prince Xiardo?”
“It’s unnecessary. I am my own guard…”
Xiardo replied seriously and earnestly.
“And you? Do you intend to stay here?”
Alistair casually gave the Honey Badger lady a nickname she found fitting—given she was a Master Assassin, this name seemed appropriate.
Knowing she had been “given a name,” the Honey Badger understood her current identity.
She nodded slightly, her voice a low, magnetic baritone, “I will rest here for a while, Madam.”
“Then where shall we meet?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll always be able to find you…”
“Ezio” first uttered words that would make the Child of the Moon think of Eagle Eye, causing tension, before chuckling and flattering, “Your peerless beauty will surely shake Leipzig. I only need to walk towards crowded places to find you surrounded by throngs of people.”
Alistair smiled and left with Prince Xiardo.
The Honey Badger clearly had no intention of leaving just yet.
As Eagle Eye, she harbored a deep-seated hatred for Children of the Moon.
Now, relying on Alistair, a genuine Child of the Moon, she had managed to infiltrate a “gathering place” that assassins had never successfully entered before. If she missed this rare opportunity, she wouldn’t be the Honey Badger. Even if a Fifth Tier Child of the Moon had infiltrated, they likely wouldn’t detect her presence if they were unaware that a Fifth Tier Eagle Eye assassin was also present.
The Honey Badger’s current loyalty to the Church was ultimately for Eagle Eye, for Iris Flowers… and for humanity.
However, she noticed that after Alistair left, the little girl, though silent, clearly seemed somewhat dejected. The Honey Badger then spoke to Manager Val, “I’d like to switch my companion. Is that possible?”
These Bunny Girls were clearly Blood Slaves, and their needs had long gone unmet… The White Dove Opera House relied on their seductive curses and their instinctual craving for Children of the Moon to search for them at the entrance.
If they failed to attract guests, they would likely return to the entrance to solicit again. The girl’s current joy was probably because Alistair’s beauty and gender greatly appealed to her… and if she had to solicit another guest, the outcome would likely not be so gentle.
The Honey Badger herself had suffered ruin because of a Child of the Moon. She knew very well that most Children of the Moon lacked human hearts and understood nothing of compassion. Blood Slaves were merely “reusable tools” to them, disposable at any time; if one happened to be damaged, it was simply a matter of compensation.
It was precisely out of concern for the girl’s fate that the Honey Badger added that remark.
“Oh, certainly!”
Manager Val immediately turned around, clasped his hands, and flashed a fawning smile. “Would you like to choose? I can call in a few groups of girls…”
“—No need. This one will do.”
The Honey Badger patted the fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl’s head and said in a deep voice, “If I bring two, what will be the price?”
“Oh, there’s no price. Absolutely no price… If you wish, you can call in more girls. You can play however you like, as long as it doesn’t disturb other guests. I mean, don’t snatch people from other guests.”
Manager Val’s smile bloomed. “Everything is free—yes, all the services here are free. Or rather, Count Leipzig will bear all the costs.”
“You’re welcome to come anytime. If you have a good time, please remember to invite that young lady as well…”
“Perhaps.”
The Honey Badger replied ambiguously, “That will depend on what you have here.”
“We have everything. Whatever you desire.”
Manager Val said with absolute certainty and confidence, “There’s nowhere more fun than this in all of Star Antimony—I swear.”
