Ainz Ooal Gown: Noble Knight.

Chapter 82 The Eight-Finger Meeting

To be honest, I didn't have any particular feeling about Soluble.

She was about to speak, to express her disdain for this human, but the words caught in her throat.

and many more.

A glint, similar to that of a predator discovering a new use for its prey, flashed in Suo Liuxiang's eyes.

Lord Sebastian said before that Rune is useful to Nazarick, so he cannot be eaten.

She had always obeyed this order, although every time she saw that human wandering around in front of her, she would involuntarily imagine his dying cries.

but.

If I could make him my partner.

The corners of Suo Liuxiang's mouth curved up little by little.

Do not choose to eat it all at once.

Digest a little bit at a time.

A few fingers, a piece of skin, an organ.

Then healed him with a treatment scroll. Digest a little more, then heal again.

In this way, Rune can continue to live, neither going against Lord Ainz's will nor hindering Nazarick's continued value.

At the same time, she could continuously savor the flavor that had intrigued her for so long.

From the perspective of predatory slimes, this is simply the perfect solution.

From a partner's perspective, this could probably be considered a kind of compatibility?

Suo Liuxiang raised her eyelids.

"Maybe it's not bad."

Her tone rose slightly, as if she were savoring the possibility of something delicious.

The smile on his lips didn't fade, and his eyes held a look of anticipation that Sebastian had never seen before.

Sebastian looked at her expression.

The old butler raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a genuine smile.

Sure enough. He knew it.

How could Suo Liuxiang remain completely unmoved by someone as outstanding as Mr. Lu En?

Those previous expressions of disdain were probably just the shyness of a young girl.

"Is that so?" Sebastian's voice carried a hint of satisfaction characteristic of a Nazarick butler. "That's good."

The idea of ​​bringing the two young people together took even deeper root in his heart.

Soliuxiang watched as Lord Sebastian's figure disappeared into the shadows of the porch.

The footsteps gradually faded away, eventually being swallowed up by the chirping of insects coming from the courtyard.

Nine people sat around the round table; they were the managers of the eight departments.

The atmosphere was like people from different organizations being forced together at the same table.

In fact, it's pretty much the same. Drugs, smuggling, and the slave trade each have their own channels and their own agendas.

There is no trust between them; there is only brief cooperation when their interests overlap, and tacit sabotage when their interests conflict.

The person in charge was a man in his fifties, wearing a sacred water deity around his neck, with a kind face. He seemed out of place among the group, yet he was the unifier of the eight fingers.

"Hilma," he said.

"Here," the woman replied. Her skin was sickly white, and her clothes were also white.

She had a snake tattoo that snaked from her shoulder to her wrist, wore purple eyeshadow and purple lipstick, and held a pipe that emitted bright purple smoke in her hand.

"Your drug cultivation facility has been attacked."

"Yes, it cost a lot of money. The distribution channels are probably going to shrink." Hilma yawned in a mocking manner.

"Any clues about the mastermind behind this?"

"No. But that's precisely why it's not hard to guess," she said. "The problem is we haven't checked which color it is yet; I just found out the village is gone."

The host looked around. "Anyone with information, raise your hand."

No one responded. Nobody knew, or nobody wanted to say.

"The next item—"

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"Feed".

The voice was deep and carried an undeniable power. All eyes turned to him.

Bald, with half his face tattooed with wild beasts, and a massive physique so large that the outline of his bulging muscles was visible even through his clothes.

His cold, narrow eyes were like blades; just sitting there was enough to make the other department heads' guards lose their breathing.

There was no one behind him, simply because his strength was so great that he didn't need to.

Jieluo, the manager of the security department, is recognized by the Eight Fingers as the strongest fighter.

"Should we hire our people? Your lackeys probably can't protect anything," he said.

"No need," Hilma refused outright. "It's an important base; we can't let outsiders know its location."

Jieluo closed his eyes, like a rock.

"Then I'll hire him." The one who spoke was a slender man whose weak and powerless appearance contrasted sharply with Jieluo.

Kekedor was the manager of the slave trade department.

"Jello, I'd like to hire someone from your place. If possible, they need someone at the [Six Arms] level."

"Oh?" Jieluo opened his eyes. "Kekedaoer, can you afford it?"

The slave trade was no longer what it used to be. The abolitionist edict implemented by the Golden Princess forced all transactions underground, and profits plummeted.

Kekedaoer actually dared to hire people, and the ones he hired were the six-armed brothers, the most powerful assassins in the underworld, named after the six-armed god of thieves.

Everyone present was somewhat surprised.

“I can afford it,” Kokodor said. “And I’m not just hiring one. I’m hiring them all.”

silence.

"All of them?" Jieluo's narrow eyes narrowed. "Do you know what you're talking about, Kekedaoer?"

"Of course I know. Six arms, the contract fees for all members will be at the highest standard."

"Who have you messed with?" Jie Luo's voice held a hint of genuine interest.

Kekedao did not answer immediately. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, slowly wiped his fingers, and then raised his eyelids.

"Gerzev Stroronov, Commander of the Kingdom's Warriors."

The atmosphere around the round table changed instantly. The eyes of several department heads sharpened simultaneously, and even Hilma put down her pipe.

"Is it reliable?" the coordinator asked.

"The news about that viscount has never been wrong in all these years." Kekedaer's voice was not loud, but very certain.

No one questioned it anymore.

That viscount holds a special place in the core of the Eight Fingers.

Although the intelligence gathered over the years has been limited, it has always been remarkably accurate.

"It is said that there were no soldiers this time, and the warrior captain could only carry out the campaign in a private capacity. This is already the result of the nobles' best efforts to stop it." Kekedaoer folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket.

"If it's that guy—I'm afraid hiring just one six-armed man won't be enough."

Jieluo was silent for a moment. Then he grinned, revealing a beastly smile.

"interesting."

He leaned forward slightly and placed his hands on the table for the first time.

"Gerzef Stroronov. Kingdom Warrior Captain. The strongest in public."

Jielu pronounced the name word by word, as if chewing on the bones of his prey.

"I've wanted to challenge him for a long time."

No one responded at the round table.

"I've lent him all six arms. The contract fee will be as you said," he said. "But there's one condition: Gedev Storonov must ultimately be executed by me personally."

Kekedaoer nodded. "Of course. You can do whatever you want with the people; they just want the shop to be safe and sound."

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