Alien world

Chapter 1777, Section 410: The Succubus Master
Viscount Scuvilla did not refuse Annan's offer and gave his name.

"Orme, no more, no less." Annan also gave him the alias for this operation.

The succubus woman by the counter watched enviously; when she tried to chat her up before, she was immediately told to get lost, but this guy had made the vampire treat him like a teacher with just a few words.

“Viscount Sculla, I won’t disturb your enjoyment any longer. Have a wonderful evening.” Annan raised his glass in acknowledgment, drank it all in one gulp, and then returned to the Four-Handed Bee Demon.

“It’s solved,” he said easily.

The Four-Handed Bee Demon said, "30 silver coins."

"So little? It's fine." Annan didn't mind, since it didn't take much effort.

"Give it to me," the four-armed bee demon looked down at Annan's outstretched hand, "Do you know how difficult it is to get the fruit here?"

"This costs money? I just helped you solve a problem."

"Solving problems is solving problems, and spending is spending." The Four-Handed Bee Demon was very principled, and his devilish aura became even stronger.

"Alright, deduct it from my succubus lackey."

There's no way I'll pay you. Even though Annan got a small bag of gold coins from Russ... once the money's in his hands, it's his money. Why should I have to pay you to do things for him?

Out of the corner of his eye, Annan noticed the succubus woman looking at him with envy. He sized her up and down, then raised an eyebrow slightly: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

……

"It's incredible that a succubus could possess so much knowledge about vampires. This trip to appreciate it was well worth it."

Viscount Sculla continued talking to himself while looking at the Philosopher's Stone. Although he didn't have a good impression of the Beast Skeleton Tavern that had fed him excrement, he still professionally wrapped up the appreciation session.

"The Giant Beast Skeleton Tavern, my final rating is two stars."

"One of them is to fill the void of the ratmen not having a vampire tavern, and the other is for a rather unique species, with many species that don't exist outside."

"The Beast Skull Bar is not suitable for vampires. The so-called blood wine is just a gimmick to suit the tastes of demons. If you have a picky palate like me, you will definitely be disappointed."

"Vampires who enjoy the demonic flavor shouldn't miss this, but those who can't accept unconventional and unique bloodlines are not advised to try it."

"In addition, the environment around the Giant Skull Bar is really terrible. Vampires with mysophobia should think carefully."

"By the way, I can't wait to have a proper discussion with that succubus about the remaining two types of blood magic tomorrow."

After finishing his closing remarks, Viscount Squala put away the Philosopher's Stone.

Within the magic-suppressing area, magic stones were consumed exceptionally quickly, but fortunately, he had prepared many recording magic stones.

Olme glanced up at the succubus prostitute, and after he looked over, Viscount Sculla nodded in acknowledgment, put on his top hat, and walked gracefully out of the tavern.

……

Annan turned his gaze away and continued to lead the succubus around the tavern, chatting with the customers.

Unlike the succubus prostitutes who were always turned away or even rudely driven away, and who wouldn't pay him after they were done with him, Annan could get people to listen to him, laugh heartily, or even ask about his price with just a few words, and he would unknowingly gather the information he needed.

These demons came to the rat-man city-state because they were recruited by the Macken ratmen—the ratmen offered them a price to fight for them.
The Bloodbath is also different from before. It has changed from a bloody battle between criminal ratmen to one that allows warriors from various clans to participate, as well as demons and evil creatures, with the ultimate victor able to command an army.

From this perspective, the gray-haired mouse siblings may not have failed; their intention was likely to allow the mouse king to regain real power through a bloody war.

From late night until dawn, the tavern was still filled with the sounds of demonic chants. Annan, who had been talking all night, returned to the counter and asked the succubus prostitute, "Did you understand?"

The succubus prostitute nodded, then shook her head.

"What I understand, and what I don't understand?" "You seem to be saying things they want to hear... I do the same thing, so why doesn't it work?"

“Introducing a comb is easy, selling it isn’t difficult either, the difficult part is selling this comb to a monk,” Annan said casually. “You overheard my conversation with the vampire, didn’t you?”

"The foreplay technique is universal. If you start by saying, 'Hey bro, what do you want?' with a bit of an accent, nobody will be interested."

"How about this, I'll tailor a tutorial to your needs, but I can't let all this effort go to waste..."

"This is all I have..." The succubus took out all the money she had hidden in various parts of her body and hesitantly handed it over.

“It’s alright, do you have anything else of value that you can give me, like a house deed, magical items, or something like that?” Annan continued to reach out his hand.

The succubus shook her head pitifully, then suddenly remembered something and ripped off a bracelet: "And this..."

Annan snatched it away; the bracelet wasn't valuable, but it was still nice.

“That’s right, that’s the expression.” Annan said, kicking the things into his arms, “Make up a compelling backstory for yourself, like a gambling father, a sick mother, and a younger sister who’s in school.”

What is going to school?

"I mean... you can say a sister who sells her blood."

"Oh……"

In short, one should be weak in front of the powerful, complain to the soft-hearted, and be gentle to the sad.

"Oh……"

"Once you understand it, the real-world application begins."

The succubus didn't have much money, so Annan acted quickly, looking around and finding a suitable target.

The headless knight sat in a corner of the tavern, his close-fitting armor, covered with chisel and axe marks, silently telling of his former glory.

As Annan and the succubus approached, the head placed on the table turned towards them and said, "Succubus, I'm not interested in that kind of thing, but if you can provide me with a joke that makes me laugh, I can make an exception and let you sleep with me once."

"Would you like to go first?" Annan asked the succubus.

The succubus, who could speak lewdly with a group of demons without batting an eye, was unusually nervous: "I'm going to tell you a dwarf joke. A human tells a dwarf a joke, but no matter how many jokes he tells, the dwarf can't laugh. Do you know why? Because his sense of humor is too 'high'."

There was complete silence at the table.

Annan found it hilarious to see no one laughing.

"Tell me another one."

Clearly, the Headless Horseman wasn't bothered by dwarf jokes.

The succubus nodded and took a deep breath: "There is a race among the dwarves called giant dwarves. Some scholars believe that, like giants, giant dwarves are relatively tall dwarves, but in fact, giant dwarves are even shorter than ordinary dwarves."

"Because they are giant dwarfs."

Annan looked at the bleak sky with a puzzled expression. Has autumn arrived so quickly this year?

"Is all you can do is make dwarf jokes?" The headless horseman's head stared at the succubus.

The succubus whispered, "Because the dwarf guests liked to complain about other races telling dwarf jokes, and they even told them to me, I remembered them..."

(End of this chapter)