Baator Hell Promotion

Since the dramas of the Mist Plane are all about tragedy, wouldn't a grand death be the perfect way to end them? If that's the case, then was the monster disguised as a victim of the Red Death already lurking in Blonde Town before it fell into the spirit world, or was he also an outsider? Judging by his performance at the Prince's banquet, his power could overwhelm the entire town. Hopper couldn't imagine anyone who could stop him, so why didn't he do it?

She was thinking too hard, and when she came to her senses, she almost bumped into Lightning's back.

"Where are we going now?" Hellcat crossed his arms, a puzzled look on his face. "Or did you eat too much for breakfast? Do you need us to walk around with you to help digest it?"

"Let's go to the herbalist's room," Hopper said. "I just asked the waitress, and almost all the patients have received medicine from her. With a plague as serious as the Red Death, she can't help but keep records."

"The Red Death?" Lightning asked. "Does it have anything to do with what we're doing? Or do you have information I don't know?"

"Don't be so suspicious, Meowth." Hopper rolled his eyes at him. "I'm just wondering what on earth could be in this dimension that could attract so much attention. Aren't you curious? That Red Death killed everyone at the banquet in an instant. Dan Brown, Oha, and the three godmothers were completely defenseless at the time. If I were Gracia, I'd also be interested in such a powerful being."

"My map doesn't mention the existence of the Red Death. Do you mean they have other channels of information?"

"Since someone has escaped from here before, it's not surprising that they might have encountered the Red Death."

Hopper suddenly stopped talking. A group of unhappy people were walking towards him on the street. Some of them looked dejected, and some even looked scared.

"Mr. Ronnie?" Hopper reached out and grabbed the innkeeper in the crowd, asking curiously, "Shouldn't you be at Mrs. Miller's house? What happened?"

At first, Ronnie was startled, but when he saw that it was Hopper, he lowered his voice and said, "Keep your voice down, ma'am. Mrs. Miller gave birth to two monsters."

Chapter 240 Midwife

Mrs. Miller lived far away from the center of the town, almost in the opposite direction of the Prince's castle, and the reason she lived in such a remote place was largely because she was a widow.

But she was a charming widow. Oh, please don't get me wrong, she didn't become a prostitute like many other women in her situation. After all, Mr. Miller died of the Red Death and left her an inheritance that was enough to support her life.

Just out of concern as a widow and fed up with the people in the town avoiding her because of the Red Death, she decisively moved to the very edge of the town.

And she had a very good reason - she needed a quiet and peaceful environment to nurture her baby. Fortunately or unfortunately, Mr. Miller still had time to plant the seeds before he died.

After saying goodbye to Ronnie, Hopper walked in the direction he pointed, and the closer he got to the Millers' house, the fewer people there were. Ronnie was kind enough not to describe how deformed the newborn was, but just tried to persuade Hopper to stay away.

"Please let Mrs. Miller mourn alone, ma'am," he said sincerely. "I know the birth of a deformed child is a tragic accident, but there are still many people in this town who would see it as a sign of bad luck. Let Mrs. Miller enjoy her last moments of peace."

The innkeeper sighed and shook his head, obviously worried about Mrs. Miller's future life.

Mrs. Miller's house was exquisite and lovely. From the newly painted brick red roof and the lush green front yard, it was obvious that this lady was a person who loved life.

As Hopper gently pushed open the fence door, he heard suppressed sobs coming from the house.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and the sobbing stopped abruptly. Footsteps were heard behind the thin door, and then the door opened a crack, revealing a beautiful, fair face.

The girl with two braids looked at the group of people outside the door, and then said, "Who are you and what do you want? A baby was just born here, so I'm afraid we can't accommodate you."

As she spoke, she revealed a mouthful of ugly black and yellow teeth, which were very inconsistent with her appearance and allowed Hopper to recognize her - the girl who made the fourth blessing.

"We're here to visit Mrs. Miller," Hopper said politely. "I got up late and just heard the good news."

The girl's face darkened for a moment, but she immediately cheered up and said, "Please come in. I'm not the host and I have no right to refuse a friendly visitor."

To prevent the mother from being blown by the wind, all the windows in the room were closed tightly. As a result, the whole room was hot and stuffy, and Hopper felt a little breathless shortly after entering.

"Women in labor are afraid of light," the girl explained quietly, "so I've drawn all the curtains. Please follow me."

Mrs. Miller had a round, heart-shaped face and brown eyes that seemed to speak. Giving birth had drained her of her strength, and she slumped wearily on her straw bed, her bonnet and hat soaking wet with sweat. She reluctantly turned her head when she heard someone approaching.

"Hello, ma'am," Mrs. Miller said weakly. "Even though we've never met, thank you for coming to see me."

Hopper pretended not to smell the strong odor of blood, urine, and the fishy smell that came from nowhere. He leaned over, gently held the woman's hand, and said in a soft tone that Zis and Lightning had never heard before, "I also heard about your delivery from Mr. Ronnie. I wanted to come and visit. Can I see the baby?"

"Here it is, miss." The girl took out a swaddle from the cradle next to her, walked over to Hopper, and looked at her inquiringly. "Please don't scream, you'll wake the baby."

She carefully lifted a corner of the swaddling clothes, revealing a wrinkled little face.

Hopper understood why Ronnie had that expression—the baby had no lips, his toothless pink gums were exposed, and his drool was so uncontrollably that it soaked the swaddling clothes.

"Gods help me," Hopper muttered quietly, looking away.

Seeing that the visitor didn't scream, the mother and the girl were obviously relieved. Then the girl brought over another child. This child was even more severely deformed. Her entire side face was connected to her left shoulder, and she looked like a long melon with a human face.

"Please accept this." Hopper hooked his fingers, took the two gold coins from Zis's hand, and stuffed them into the woman's hand. "I don't have anything to give you, just consider it a little kindness from me."

Faced with such a generous gift, the woman in labor seemed very excited, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Thank you, kind lady," she said, her voice trembling. "I thought I was going to go with Mr. Miller. I didn't expect to meet such kind people as you and dear Tiffany."

"If Tiffany hadn't helped me deliver the baby, I would have died quietly in the middle of the night," the woman in labor shed tears. Tiffany quickly sat down beside her bed and put her arm around her shoulders. "Now I'm lucky to meet such a generous person like you."

"Don't cry, Adelaide," Tiffany said sternly. "You know, women shouldn't cry when they're giving birth. And I've already agreed to be the godmother of two children, so it's only right that I help you."

Oh, godmother. Hopper smiled, using the opportunity to comfort Mrs. Miller to discreetly examine the young woman. If he was right, since this young woman could bestow a powerful blessing upon Princess Natalie, curing the two babies shouldn't be a problem. What other motives did she have?

Before Hopper could probe further, she heard the neighing of horses and the sound of heavy footsteps; someone else was coming.

The knock on the door that followed further confirmed this.

Tiffany walked forward and opened the door, and pale sunlight shone in. Hopper squinted her eyes to adapt to the suddenly brighter environment. She only saw a tall man wearing dark silver iron boots and a purple-black battle robe hem.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

"Are you Mrs. Miller?"

"No, I'm Tiffany, the midwife, godmother to Mrs. Miller's baby. She just gave birth and can't get out of bed."

The tall man walked in slowly. When he saw the people in the room, his expression became subtle. His eyes lingered on Hopper's breastplate and Ziz's weapon for a few seconds, then he said, "Who are they?"

"They're just kind people visiting Mrs. Miller." Tiffany tried to close the door, but it was roughly pushed open. Several soldiers dressed like the tall man rushed in.

"Take them all away!" The tall man waved his hand, as if choked by the smell of blood in the room, and was unwilling to say another word.

"You can't take the woman away! She will die!" Tiffany struggled to stand up and tried to grab the tall man's hand.

With a crisp sound, the tall man slapped Tiffany to the ground and wiped his hands with disgust.

"Take them all away," he repeated. "This is the prince's order. Don't take the mother away; it's too dirty."

Author's words: I'm on duty tomorrow, so I'll take a day off.

Chapter 241 Father-Daughter Relationship

Unlike the last time I attended the prince's banquet, which was relaxing and pleasant, this journey was particularly long, and it was even slower because I was carrying two babies.

The soldiers did not make things difficult for Tiffany and Hopper and their group, nor did they put them in shackles. They simply confiscated their weapons and surrounded them in the middle of the team to prevent them from escaping.

"Do you think there's something fishy about this?" Lightning hissed softly. To those who didn't understand the language of Hell, his voice sounded like a series of unanimous whistling noises.

Hopper waited for a while. Except for the soldier closest to them who looked back, the other soldiers didn't notice at all.

"It's obvious, isn't it? The three godmothers have already taken action. They don't want to continue performing on this stage and want to violently tear it down," Hopper replied in Hellish. "And this young lady, I don't know if she's an outsider, but her behavior is obviously different from last time. We didn't even hear about the birth of a deformed newborn last time."

"There are only so many people in Jinfa Town. If we don't know about it, it only means that it didn't happen last time. It seems that the script has really changed this time."

“In this case, we have to follow the core actors to watch the drama at the closest distance.”

"Are you so sure that Tiffany is the key person?" Lightning asked back.

"I'm not sure. But the godmothers who dare to confront Gracia directly must be very strong. Last time, she broke the blessing, and this time she appeared at the freshman ceremony. I don't believe she is an unknown person."

The leading soldier seemed to have heard the hissing noises and turned around with a frown. Even Tiffany, who was standing beside him, stretched her neck to look behind her.

"If you make any more noise, I'll cut off your tongue," the captain threatened coldly.

Hopper rolled her eyes. This was the second person who wanted to cut her tongue in one day. The last one became a barbecue. She wished this captain good luck.

Even though they walked slowly, they still arrived at the castle at noon. The captain left them in the ivory-white fifth hall and went through a corridor to report to the prince.

Hopper hadn't examined the hall closely the last time she was here. This time, she realized that, despite its luxurious furnishings and expensive decorations, its walls and floors looked a bit worn. The slightly yellowed white walls weren't intentional, but rather a dulling effect of time.

But even so, this hall still possesses a tranquil beauty that other halls lack. Compared to its flashy and noisy brothers, this hall is more like a gentle and virtuous young woman.

On the wall facing the window hung a huge portrait depicting such a beauty.

"It doesn't look much like that princess," Lightning commented, examining the painting.

Hopper understood his meaning. Although he had only met Natalie once, the princess's pride and vivacity left a deep impression on him. And while the woman in the painting, wearing a gray fur coat, looked identical to Natalie, she wore a reserved and subtle smile, appearing elegant and dignified, completely unlike the real Natalie.

"Because this isn't the esteemed Princess Natalie," the soldier on duty inside the hall said arrogantly, his tone clearly indicating that he considered these people to be peasants. "This is her mother, the late Lady Diana."

Before Lightning could do anything, the door of the purple hall opened and the captain came out, motioning them to go in quickly.

This place was different from the last banquet. The banquet tables and chairs had been moved away. The prince sat on the throne at the end of the hall, and Princess Natalie stood beside him, looking forward to it.

"Did you really give birth to two monsters?" Before they could stand still and salute, the princess couldn't wait to ask Tiffany, her eyes moving back and forth between the swaddling clothes in her hands and on her back.

Tiffany looked from the princess to the prince in fear, unsure whether she should salute him now. The prince patted Natalie's hand lovingly and said lovingly, "Pay attention to etiquette, my sweetheart. You must be mentally prepared and don't be scared by that monster."

Then he put away his smile, turned around and ordered, "What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear what the princess said?"

The midwife trembled as she opened a corner of the swaddling cloth, revealing the faces of the two babies. The guards lifted the swaddling cloths like two cabbages and brought them to the throne.

As soon as the guard placed the swaddling clothes on the ground, Natalie squatted down, observing and marveling at the baby, even wanting to touch it.

"Natalie!" The prince's voice was majestic and full of warning.

The princess withdrew her hand upon hearing this. Although she was nearly an adult, she still pouted like a child, stamped her feet, and complained, "I've been bored for so long, and finally there's something funny, and you're still restricting me."

Upon hearing this, Hopper sensed something was wrong. Natalie was one of the most distinguished people in town (perhaps even more so, considering how spoiled she was by her father), with people willing to compliment her and offer her all sorts of entertainment. She was the last person in the entire plane to be bored. And she'd been talking about being bored for a long time, which meant she was fed up with all the town's entertainment.

Inspiration struck Hopper like lightning. If Natalie had realized she was an actor in this play, then everything made sense. It explained her boredom, and it also explained her interest in deformed children—since deformed children had never appeared in previous cycles, it also meant that Tiffany must know something.

"Okay, okay." Seeing her father's unhappy expression, Natalie stuck out her tongue, gave up wanting to touch the two babies, and returned to the throne. "Then let my dear godmother come and help me take a look."

Hopper and the other two exchanged glances. Did the godmother also know that a deformed baby had been born? Or were they the ones who orchestrated the incident of forcibly bringing the baby here?

This is really troublesome. I have already delivered myself to the prince. The remaining two godmothers can find any excuse to convince the prince to arrest me.

"My Lords," Tiffany said boldly as Hopper observed the escape route, "Can you please wait a moment? These two babies have been away from their mother and haven't eaten for half a day. If they don't get some milk, they will starve to death."

The prince frowned, clearly feeling that she was being too offensive, but Princess Natalie asked for some milk before her father could rebuke her.

"Otherwise, if I starve to death, I'll cry in front of you."