The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

the next day.

Ax stood before the heavy oak doors of the Moonlight Club, clutching the official document signed by Pastor Ian, with Angel beside him.

The Church of Jesus' seal on this parchment gleamed faintly in the gaslight, attesting to the document's validity.

As an unofficial member of the Holy Order, this was the first time that Ax had carried out an investigation mission in an official capacity.

"Please show your membership card." Two security guards blocked his way, their swords gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Sir Axe simply handed over the documents: "I am Sir Axe Moore, invited by the club and commissioned by the Holy Order to investigate the strange creature incident that occurred yesterday."

After carefully examining the documents and learning that the person was a nobleman, the security guard immediately bowed respectfully: "Please come in, Sir. The club manager is waiting for you."

As I walked down the corridor, which was covered with a deep red carpet, a gentleman immediately came to greet me.

"Welcome, Sir Moore. I am John Smith."

The club manager came forward. He was dressed in an elegant tailcoat, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and had the shrewdness typical of a businessman in his eyes.

"I'm sure you're aware of what happened yesterday. But I must say, our club is known for its security and privacy, so this was truly unexpected."

"Manager Smith, you're too kind," Axe replied with a smile. "I need to know the details of the incident and whether there have been any other unusual developments at the club recently."

"Of course, please follow me."

Manager Smith led them through the main hall to a luxuriously decorated office.

The office is furnished with mahogany furniture, and one of the walls is completely transparent, offering a view of the club's core area—the central fighting arena is surrounded by an iron cage with tiered seating.

"This is our fighting arena," Manager Smith proudly introduced. "We hold different levels of competitions every week, attracting many fighting enthusiasts and... mainly enthusiasts."

You're not going to mention the gambler, are you?

Ax was aware of this little scheme, so he shook his head and didn't reply.

He looked down. The arena seemed to be divided into two sections: in the VIP section, gentlemen and ladies sat around velvet sofas, looking down at the central fighting arena through the huge glass walls.

The seats for regular members are right next to the fighting arena's iron cage.

Meanwhile, inside the protective iron cage, two elite demon warriors were engaged in a fierce battle, which occasionally drew cheers from the audience.

Axe's gaze swept across the audience, noticing that most of the people were dressed in exceptionally lavish attire, appearing to be members of high society. His gaze finally settled on a corner where several people in uniform sat, seemingly out of place in their surroundings.

"Who are those people?" Ex asked, pointing to the corner.

Manager Smith followed his gaze, his expression becoming somewhat unnatural: "Oh, they're from Mueller Pharmaceuticals, the club's main supplier of treatment drugs. But they rarely come in person...it's quite rare."

"Muller Pharmaceuticals?" Ax asked, feigning curiosity.

"An extremely professional company that specializes in providing clients with almost all categories of pharmaceuticals. They also do business in the cosmetics industry."

"Manager Smith said in a low voice."

"It is said that they have powerful backing, and even some minor nobles dare not easily offend them."

Ax's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

However, the manager quickly steered the conversation back on track.

"Do you need to go to the site of the alien sighting immediately?"

"A scene suspected to be infested by an alien species, right?"

"Yes, Sir. Actually, we searched the entire club last night, but... apart from the equipment room being extensively damaged by the aliens, the rest of the club was fine. I'm worried that the aliens have the ability to hide."

"No rush, Manager Smith. I'd like to take a full tour of the club, especially the fighting arena and the players' lounge. Maybe we can find some clues there."

"Of course, I'll personally show you around." Manager Smith stood up. "Aspacia, you continue with the club's affairs. I'll take Jazz and Fairy Miss on a tour."

"Understood," another female employee replied immediately.

Soon, Axe and Angel followed Manager Smith out of the office and into the central area of ​​the club.

"What you see in front of you is the club's core fighting area," Manager Smith added. "We host special events of different weight classes every week, attracting a large number of fighting enthusiasts and seasoned... fans."

You mean gamblers, right?

Next, we visited each area in turn. The highlight was definitely the area where traces of the swamp aliens were found.

Especially in the equipment room, all kinds of fitness equipment, cold weapons equipment, and some mechanical equipment used by the club are preserved there.

There are signs of an explosion here. Based on Manager Smith's assessment, the alien that accidentally intruded must have been extremely dangerous, smashing the machinery and causing an explosion before escaping. The manager strongly suspects the alien escaped through the ventilation ducts or sewers.

Are you sure?

"No, I'm not sure, Sir," Manager Smith said with a wry smile. "But something similar happened a long time ago. About... three years ago. It was much worse then, and a fairy even died because of it... It was truly horrific."

"So you only discovered it yesterday, and then invited the Holy Way Society to investigate today?"

"Yes, the safety of our guests is of utmost importance. But it's strange that there are silver mechanisms installed in various locations throughout our club... they should be able to drive away any lone aliens."

Mechanical aliens certainly don't have that weakness.

Ex nodded, feigning ignorance, and said, "That's enough, Mr. Smith. I'm going to conduct a more in-depth investigation with my maid now. You may go ahead and attend to your business if you have something to do."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

The manager nodded and left. He still had a lot of work to do and couldn't spend all his time on this.

Then X took Angel and headed straight for the bar area they had observed earlier, which was not far from the audience seats.

Here, a bartender wearing a black vest and bow tie is skillfully mixing cocktails.

Ax decided to start gathering information from here.

"The usual, a glass of lemonade."

At this moment, a fairy was sitting at the bar. Judging from her attire, she was clearly a contestant.

So X took Angel and sat down next to her.

"Hello, Miss Fairy?" Ax greeted her proactively. "I am Sir Mor, and also the security advisor from the Holy Order."

The fairy gave him a wary look: "The Holy Way Society? What are you doing here?"

"Just a routine check," Ax said, showing the documents. "I heard there were some unsettling elements at the club last night. I'm here to investigate."

The fairy's expression relaxed slightly: "Oh, that? I've heard about it too. It is indeed a bit of a problem. I hope the club can handle it as soon as possible."

"Do you come here often?" Angel suddenly asked.

"I guess so." The fairy took a sip of lemonade. "The prize money here is high, and... you can meet some useful people."

"That's an interesting topic, for example?" Ax continued to press.

The fairy hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "For example, people from some pharmaceutical companies. They often hire people to come here to find 'test subjects'."

"Test subjects?" Ex frowned.

"Yes, some newly developed potions need to be tested by humans or fairies." The fairy's eyes became complicated. "The rewards are high, but the risks are also considerable."

But this is indeed a suitable place. There are fairies, humans, people who need money, and people who need medicine.

"But they usually hire people to do this kind of thing... This week they started coming in person, which is a bit of a surprise."

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked up to the fairy.

"Miss Kilan, what's your decision?" the man said with a smile, a hint of ingratiation in his expression. "I only need simple data, like performance degradation curves, nothing too complicated."

"I need more time to think about it, Mr. Hans," Kiran replied politely.

"I understand." Hans then glanced at Axe, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes: "And who is this?"

"Sir Moore, an advisor to the Holy Order," Axe extended his hand. "He is the security advisor."

Mr. Hans was taken aback, then hurriedly shook hands with Axe: "Hans, representative of Muller Pharmaceutical Company."