Alien world

Chapter 1792, Section 425: Losing is also winning.

Berdona's uncle understood: "You want to get something for free?"

“You have to pay for prostitution. If I don’t pay, how can it be called prostitution?” Black Pearl earnestly stated her twisted logic.

However, Berdona's uncle was more astute, using the rules to counter: "The betting rules are cash transactions; only those who have paid the money are eligible to place a bet."

Black Pearl stared at the Abyss Demon with her imposing vertical pupils for several seconds, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Annan watched her walk away and asked, "She gave up?"

Beldona's uncle said meaningfully, "The black dragon left with greed, so she will come back."

Annan nodded thoughtfully, then took out a bag of coins. Perfect, he could prove his innocence in front of Black Pearl later.

Back outside, Annan waited for the moment the black pearl would appear.

On the other side, Ruth, who kept saying he wouldn't come back but couldn't help but come back for a look, hesitated whether he should go over to the tavern that had suddenly become lively.

With so many demons, climbing through the window would be seen by at least dozens of them...

Just as it was hesitating, it suddenly saw Olme's figure squeeze out of the tavern entrance, holding up a bag of coins and shouting.

"I'm betting 100 gold coins on the Desire Demon to win!"

The demons mostly voted for the Rat King, Black Pearl, Skull Crusher, and the popular contenders who were assassinated by Annan and Beldona. As contenders on the assassination list of Philos's siblings, their strength was widely recognized.

But is this a battle of lust or a contest of bedroom skills?
A burst of laughter erupted at the doorway, followed by a sly, lewd grin from a demon: "Succubi? Your battles take place on the bed, the balcony, and the floor."

“That’s your ignorance and foolishness,” Annan argued. “Serpents are natural fighters; every muscle and nerve in them is designed to strangle their enemies!”

Annan arrogantly raised his chin: "If we can beat you in bed, we can beat you on the battlefield!"

Olme's timely defense of himself moved Ruth, but the money bag dangling in the air looked strangely familiar...

"Haha, little girl, let me see how you beat me in bed," a strong demon jeered.

The smile vanished from Annan's face: "What did you call me?"

call--

A shadow fell from the sky, and the black pearl returned.

“It bullied me!” Annan pointed to the strong demon with perfect fluency.

"I...I didn't, it's a misunderstanding...Lord Black Dragon..." The strong demon retreated with a comical look of fear, then turned and squeezed into the horde of demons, running away amidst a chorus of curses.

Black Pearl didn't chase after it, but turned around and stared at Annan: "Why didn't you vote for me?"

Annan whispered, "If I invest in you, how will you make money off me?"

Black Pearl thought Anan's words made a lot of sense and found the succubus even more pleasing to the eye—though perhaps it was because of her face, which was exactly the same as Anan's, that she went into the tavern to continue the betting she hadn't finished earlier.

Annan wanted to persuade Black Pearl, but persuading a dragon not to be seized by greed is like putting ten apple pies in front of Martin, ten little boys in front of Black Widow, or ten six-armed serpent demons in front of oneself—how could one possibly resist?
Consider this a lesson for the black dragon—never trust the devil.

It was definitely not because Annan coveted that 10,000 gold nars.

Relying on the Black Pearl's power, Annan, who remained outside, swept his gaze over the surrounding demons: "Who dares to hit me?"

Black Pearl, who had just come out of the tavern, slapped Anan to the ground: "Don't do this kind of thing with my Anan's face on your face."

Annan brushed the dust off his clothes nonchalantly, stood up, and continued, "Who dares to hit the two of us?"

Despite the chaos, the demons, just as no demon dared to challenge the Balrog, also knew how to curry favor with the powerful and bully the weak, not daring to provoke Annan, who had the Black Dragon as his backer. Black Pearl didn't stay long before leaving again. Throughout the night, demons continued to come and place bets, including many gray-haired rats who wore cloaks, hiding their heads and tails, but whose pungent rat-man odor was impossible to conceal.

The chaos lasted until two hours before dawn before normal order was restored.

Annan leaned closer to Uncle Berdona: "Uncle, how much did Black Pearl bet?"

"She spent 10,300 gold coins to bet on herself to win."

"Wow, that might be all of her wealth."

Black Pearl was also worried that it was a scam, so she left tracking spells on her coins and the Abyss Demon—but it wasn't the real Abyss Demon. When the skin was removed, Black Dragon would have no choice but to accept the fact that he had lost everything.

As for money, that's even easier to solve; just wash it off in the Skaven city-state and it'll be clean.

While it is cruel to "swindle all the wealth of a dragon"... the penniless black dragon was easier for Annam to control.

During the conversation, the succubus prostitute came over, carrying a bag of money.

"Lord Abyss Demon, I want to bet on the Desire Demon to win."

"Are you sure?"

It's not surprising that Annan wanted to join in the fun with the succubus, but what is surprising is that he also bet on the succubus to win.

"Our race has always had a good relationship with the succubi, and I trust your judgment!" the succubus said. The succubus was Olme's close companion, and Olme was her teacher. She believed that her teacher's friend must be very powerful!

Annan couldn't very well say that even if I lost, I still won, so he could only advise me: "Keep a few coins for yourself. In case you lose all your money, you'll still have some travel expenses to Liberty City."

The succubus asked, puzzled, "Why should I go to Liberty City?"

"Don't you want to hone your skills and become the succubus among succubi, the female among females? If so, go to Liberty City. There, you will become a true succubus master."

The succubus, swayed by Annan's influence, fixed her gaze on the money pouch on the Abyss Demon's table and changed her mind, saying, "I don't want to bet anymore, can I take it back—"

Annan then changed the subject: "That won't do. Once sold, there are no refunds."

Annan felt no remorse for swindling money from prostitutes; didn't he realize he had even shown her a way out?

If Elena takes a liking to her and leads her back to the right path, she might not have to do this kind of thing anymore and could become a respected masseuse.

As dawn approached, Annan returned to his room to rest.

There's still a lot to do tomorrow—watch the bloody battle and send Beldona off.

As soon as I got back to my room, I heard the familiar sound of climbing outside the window.

Finally, when there were fewer people around, Ruth quietly climbed onto the outer wall of the tavern. Just as he was about to push open the window, the window was moved open by someone inside, revealing a helpless face.

"Russ, you are not a thief."

"My pleasure."

The lustful demon leaped into the room. Annan put the door aside, turned around, and a dark shadow hurled at him.

"for you."

He reached out and caught it, and a pleasant clattering sound rang out.

What's going on? Has the Demon of Desire changed its nature and is now giving itself money?
Seeing the joy in Olme's eyes, the lustful demon quickly explained, "This isn't for you; I'm betting on myself to win!"

(End of this chapter)