'Captain Marcel, a fine crewman, started as a mere sailor and only became first mate after being reincarnated in Faan. His right hand was broken in an accidental attack by a sea monster during a fishing operation, but the Leviathan Ocean Bureau promoted him to captain.'
No wonder he always holds his glass with his left hand when drinking.
Billy simply dragged the captain into the stable and changed him into his clothes outside.
Lisa continued to gather intelligence for Billy and discovered that this guy named Marcel was almost useless except for having obtained an exploration certificate.
Marcel frequented the club and was considered a prominent figure in the Blood Raven game, meaning many people knew this captain.
Sure enough, before Billis had taken more than a few steps, he was stopped by a coachman who claimed to work for the political establishment.
The coachman, who had been drinking and was acting very cocky, immediately recognized Billis as Marsel.
"Friend! You haven't been here for over a week, have you? I heard your wife is planning to divorce you again?"
"How many women allow men to come and go in this kind of place?"
"Indeed, in my opinion, where can a wealthy gentleman not find a better woman than her?"
Billis bought the driver, who knew the captain, some coffee, and the man was incredibly grateful, suggesting that the captain usually kept his fanny pack very secure.
After a few cups of coffee, the driver was bribed.
Billy learned from the coachman that the underground fight would be held every Friday until late at night, with generous prizes. He also learned that the captain had been involved with many wealthy ladies, whose names he couldn't possibly remember.
The coachman also revealed that Captain Marcel had once won a bloodthirsty witch in a wrestling match, which was the greatest prize he had ever won in his life.
Because the Blood Witch was a creature that lived in the dungeon, the captain also locked her in the basement, and what happened to her afterward is unknown.
The coachman thanked Billy again for spending sixteen iron coins to buy him coffee. He had no idea that during their conversation, Billy had also investigated all of the other man's information through a contact lens.
This driver wasn't a driver at all; he was a middleman who trafficked non-reincarnated individuals.
“Honey, I really want to investigate everyone here, but there’s no time. The competition starts promptly at four o’clock.”
"Stop wasting your time in this mess. See that fireplace over there? Keep going in, and you'll find that it's actually a door that's been enchanted."
"Is that short guy next to me, who looks like a bat when he crouches down, also fake?"
"No, that's a gargoyle. Don't disturb him when he turns to stone."
Billy approached the gargoyle and looked at how this poreless creature could turn into stone while sleeping.
Lisa warned Billis not to meddle, because gargoyles are gatekeepers of hell belonging to the demon race, and when they throw a tantrum, they are almost invincible.
Billy said he'd never seen anything like it before, shrugged, and went into the fake fireplace.
Inside the fireplace, however, was a completely different scene.
A profound tranquility and a chilling solitude await the customers.
This is a red passageway, filled with the wicked humor of the Blood Raven game. There are no doors on either side, the ceiling is covered with cameras, and at the end stands a mirror that looks a bit like the magic mirror from a fairy tale.
In front of the mirror was a pale yellow matrix, with an orc chieftain standing on each side of the matrix, and the chieftains were red-skinned.
If the green-skinned goblins are the weakest in combat among the orcs, then the red-skinned chieftains are at the pinnacle of orcish strength.
The chieftain on the left gripped a broadsword, while the one on the right wielded a double-edged halberd. Biris, a human from Faan, appeared petite and difficult to deal with.
"Honey, could you help me find out more about these two thugs?"
The other end of the contact lens emitted a discontinuous echo.
"What did you say? I can't hear you. Hello? Hello?"
The signal is being interfered with.
"Looks like I'll have to rely on myself."
Billis, beaming with pride and appearing very wealthy, immediately gave each of the other people a gold coin.
However, the two chiefs were not having any of it and waved their hands, indicating that they could only enter after seeing an invitation.
Billis had no choice but to produce the invitation.
"Oh, it's Captain Marcel. It's been over a week. Have you gained weight again?"
"I just had a few drinks outside."
“Alright, please stand on that.” The chief said, pointing to the matrix.
"What?"
"Stand up there, that's Blood Raven's rule. Whether you're a long-time or new member, you have to go through the security check."
Billy started to get a little anxious. He hadn't expected there to be another security check. This matrix seemed to be able to match and identify identities.
He glanced again at the two gleaming weapons, as merciless as cleavers, and couldn't help but tremble.
"Please stand up, Captain."
The chief's red eyes held a kind of unconscious cruelty and violence; if that were unleashed, the entire club would probably be thrown into chaos.
Leave it to fate!
As soon as Billis stepped on his left foot, the matrix emitted a red light and displayed a huge number: one hundred and sixty.
“No passage! You are not Mathel,” the chief said.
Would my invitation lie?
"Your magic level is completely different from what it was a week ago. Take off your mask! You are not Martha!"
"Ah, I told you I was out drinking and gambling with people, but you wouldn't believe me!"
"Drinking alcohol affects magic power? I've never heard of that! A week ago, Marcel's magic power was about 80 faan, while yours was 160, a difference of exactly 100."
The two orcs' muscles hardened, and facing two pairs of red eyes, Biris frowned even more deeply.
We need to leave quickly, or come up with some tricks to get through this.
"Ah, I sailed on the sea for three hours and finally docked at the small port of Varian. After wading through a few gentle waves, I dragged a mermaid from the depths of Leviathan ashore. The thing splashed on my face, and I tied up her skirt and carried her into the hut. I didn't know that spending a night with a mermaid would increase my magic power. Don't believe me? You can try it yourself."
The chief's expression remained unchanged, as if he wasn't particularly interested in these topics.
Billis estimated their weight to be about six times that of an adult human. If he could run to the exit successfully, he might be able to shake them off, but the result was obvious: Billis would likely have little chance of participating in the Blood Raven's Game again.
So he wasn't planning to leave yet. Suddenly, in a moment of impulse, he plopped down on the ground.
“Since you won’t let me in, I’ll just sit here and not leave. If the ladies who know me see me later, they’ll definitely say, ‘Oh, my poor Marcel, why are you being turned away?’”
The chief laid down his weapon and hoisted Billis onto his shoulder with one hand.
Billy was startled and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"If you don't leave, we'll have to throw you out."
"What are you saying? I'm Blood Raven's biggest customer!"
“You’re not Marcel. I can’t let an imposter into the casino.”
"Fine! Fine! I'm not Martha, I'm Martha's brother! I have the right to know why my brother always likes to come here!"
"Bring that trash can over there, I need to shut this guy up."
Just as the chief was about to stuff the guy into the trash can and throw him out, the mirror at the end of the passage suddenly turned into an ice cream cone, and a thin and weak green goblin walked out of it.
This little guy has been sunbathing a lot; his forehead is dark, his two big ears are bulging, his pointed nose is protruding, his eyes are sunken, he's only wearing a shirt, a cloth strip tied around his waist, and a straw hat on his head, making him look like a messenger.
As soon as he came out, he ordered the chief to release Biris.
The chief did not intend to disobey, but he would not release the man immediately either. He carried Billys around halfway and asked, "Why release someone who is impersonating Marsel?"
The green goblin picked his nose in a lewd manner, flicked the booger off onto the wall, and said, "You don't know yet, do you? This is Miss Montit's lover, and she needs him to go and keep her company."
The chief and Biris, who was being carried on his shoulder, were both startled.
Billis had no idea who Miss Montit was, and the chief couldn't possibly see the unspeakable master-servant relationship between him and that important figure.
"But why would he impersonate Captain Marcel?" the chief asked.
The green goblin jumped up and punched the chieftain in the knee: "Idiot! He's Malthael!"
"But his magic power level just now..."
“Miss Montit is furious! Marcel from the previous two weeks was the imposter!”
Billy stood there dumbfounded, like a slow-witted night watchman, unable to imagine what absurd things might happen next.
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