Chapter 28 Queen (2) Jinjiang exclusive authorization for the first release, protection...
Morrow Manor.
After the aircraft landed, the waiter led the two people into the banquet hall.
The owner of the manor is a businessman with ties to politics, and is in charge of a part of the arms manufacturing industry chain. In the banquet hall were young warriors of various ethnic groups with a certain status.
Ani greeted the guests in a stereotyped manner, introducing herself word for word without any error, even the tone was exactly the same, but at the same time she was quite polite and measured, and no one could find any fault with her.
While exchanging pleasantries, her eyes silently scanned the banquet hall, searching for the "most beautiful one" that Wu Bai mentioned.
Unfortunately, after looking around, she couldn't tell who it was.
The bees were tall and strong, the mantises had long legs and thin waists, and even the ants, who Annie was not very interested in, all had beautiful faces and flexible and thin tentacles extending from their foreheads. In terms of human aesthetics...it's really a difficult problem.
Another person came up, and Ani was about to socialize as usual when she heard her say, "What a coincidence."
It was the Mantis officer who inspected the submarine in the Fifth Ring.
The female officer, wearing a military uniform, stretched out her hand towards her: "Ms. Lin Jiang? I heard that His Excellency Wen Hong is going to remarry her son to an outstanding soldier."
Ani glanced at the metal plate on her chest, which read the name "Firola".
"I'm on leave today, so I happened to come with him to take a look." Flora said as she looked to the side. Only then did Annie notice that there was another person standing next to her, a beautiful orchid mantis. He held Flora's arm, nodded modestly, and said nothing.
"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to see you here." Annie nodded. She looked around the banquet hall again, stroking her chin in thought. No way, if I really have to choose one, it should be this orchid mantis? Could he be the "Queen"?
Ani was staring at him distractedly, and before Fiorola noticed, her fingers were gently pulled. Ani took a look and met Mo Wan's clear and dark eyes.
He frowned slightly, squeezed the hand that Ani was holding with him, and whispered softly: "Is it beautiful? He..."
Mo Wan's face flushed, and he was angry at himself for not living up to expectations. He was not as colorful as the orchid mantis, and he rarely had the courage to assert his sovereignty. He opened his mouth and said, "I still have your fluid in my stomach—hmm."
Ani covered his mouth with her hand, fearing that the usually well-behaved Mo Wan would suddenly say something inappropriate in public. What if it exposed the fact that she put her tentacles into the man's stomach to place eggs... It was over, she would never be able to leave Meng'en Star.
Mo Wan looked at her with watery eyes.
Ani gradually loosened her grip, put her arms around his waist, and whispered, "Be good, it's not like that."
Mo Wan took a deep breath in her arms. He didn't know what he was thinking. He actually muttered something softly: "What Xingwang said is true. Every woman is greedy... But you can't do it in front of me, in front of me... After all, I am the partner of the adults, right?" Then he consoled himself as if talking to himself, "If you steal, don't let me find out. I'm stupid and you can lie to me... You will come home anyway."
Ani kissed his face helplessly, and took advantage of this intimate action to whisper: "I'm looking for someone."
Mo Wan was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered the human named Wu Bai whom he met on Planet S108. She reached some kind of mission requirement with Lady Ani.
He suddenly realized that this was a serious matter, and his jealousy disappeared. He said worriedly: "Well, then I didn't disturb you. I'm sorry." Annie raised her hand to his lips and shook her head, and the little spider immediately calmed down.
The banquet greetings ended and the manor gates were closed. The waiter brought up several tables with colored areas and different numbers painted on them, and then began to check the chips and dice cups.
A large number of guests approached, looking as if they had been expecting something for a long time. Filola, who was standing beside her, handed her a glass of dark blue liquor and explained casually, "That's the Sic Bo game."
"bet?"
Filora nodded casually: "Entertainment activities. Except for some military personnel who have internal regulations that prohibit participation, it is almost considered public entertainment. You just returned to the Imperial Star, do you want to go and have some fun?"
"Is it money that you're betting on?" Ani couldn't help but ask.
"Everything. Money, clothes, um... maybe a partner too." Fiorola said it easily. The orchid mantis beside her frowned and twisted her arm secretly.
Ani had no interest in gambling and she didn't even want to take a step forward. However, just as the dealer finished checking the chips and was about to ring the bell, a lazy voice came from the circular staircase.
"Hmm... I slept too much. Are you late? I don't need to be the banker today."
Ani looked towards the source of the voice.
Her eyes froze, the man's figure reflected in her pink pupils. The man on the stairs looked over with a smile on his face, holding the railing with one hand, revealing a face that was so handsome that it was difficult to tell whether it was androgynous, and so beautiful that it was enchanting.
...is a male? Looks like a succubus.
The man was wearing a thin white shirt with a loose collar. His collarbones were thin, and his long hair with a gradient of gold and powder was draped over his body. The ends were slightly curled, and he had an exquisitely braided braid wrapped behind his ear and held loosely with a butterfly hairpin. He tapped the railing with his slender white fingers, glanced at everyone, and smiled, "It seems there are new guests?"
"You've overslept, Imoris." A mocking voice came from the crowd, "Only playing games can wake up a gambling addict like you."
Imolius walked down the circular staircase and said a few words to the dealer. Then he said, "That's too much. I gave in to your social activities and didn't turn this place into a casino right away."
He pressed the switch and turned on the "Please Bet" sign again, then sat down in the dealer's seat, landing on the seat lightly with a lazy and relaxed attitude.
But he should be light. Annie stared at his soft tentacles that were hidden by his hair and appeared from time to time, as well as the sudden burst of floral fragrance when the man appeared, and could roughly judge that he was a butterfly.
After Imorius appeared, all other speculations about the identity of the "Queen" disappeared instantly. Apart from him, no one else can be said to be the most beautiful among all.
Annie walked up without hesitation and joined the gambling table.
She exchanged chips with the dealer and roughly guessed the rules of the game from the discussions and whispers of people around her. Ani tested the waters first by placing her chips in the “small” area on the table.
She was standing right opposite the dealer. Imoris yawned with his eyes drooping, looking like he had not yet woken up. The ends of his long, slightly curly hair were tangled in his sleeves. He raised his hand to press the dice cup, and even his hair and fingertips exuded a drowsy fragrance.
Ani sniffed the scent and compared it to the smell of her own tentacles.
It seems...she still smells better.
As the bell rang, the betting stopped and the three dice collided against the wall of the cup with a crackling sound. The man's slender and delicate fingers gradually loosened and left the dice cup. The players participating in the game stared at him closely.
Ding ding - the lights and prompt sounds of opening the dice came on, the male dealer opened the lid of the cup, and the three dice had a total of 7 points, small.
Just happened to win.
In the second round of doubling the bets, someone had already left the table, and the result was 15 points, a big one. Continuing to win, Ani received another batch of bets allocated by the dealer.
In the third round, the bet was quadruple, and half of them withdrew. Annie bet on a single 5 point, a pair, and an eight-to-one payout.
By the fourth round, most of the players participating in the game had turned to spectators. Ani bet big, the total was 17 points, all correct, with a payout of fifty to one.
At this moment, the gazes falling on her had gradually become somewhat unusual. There were only a few people left around the gambling table, and except for Ani, all of them were well-known winners in the social scene. Annie sat motionless opposite, rubbing and bumping the chips in her palm, concentrating on studying the next round of betting.
Are you lucky? Yes, the first game was indeed luck.
But starting from the second game, it was no longer just a matter of luck. She only heard the sound of the collision and shaking in the first round, and then tried to judge the result - she could simulate the theoretical peak value of the mimicry race, which means that after Annie entered deep mimicry, she must have the most sensitive spider sense.
Sound is the vibration of air.
Combined with the evolution of her tentacles after her first transformation, the large number of receptors allows Ani to detect vibrations more accurately than others.
The chips in front of him piled up into a small mountain. Before the dealer finished calculating the bets, Imolius, who had been sitting opposite him with a smile, suddenly spoke up: "Although this is the first time we meet, I always feel that... I have a deep connection with you."
His voice was slightly hoarse, like a physical star coin sliding over fine sandpaper. Imolius's long hair, woven with gold and powder, fell on the edge of the gambling table. Her thin lips were soft and shiny. She was beautiful and flawless under the light, with no blind spots.
"Are you asking for mercy by talking about fate with me?" Ani didn't give him any face. She took a large amount of profit from the dealer's compensation, pressed the chips with her backhand, and stared into his golden red eyes, "Little Butterfly, if I find out that you are cheating, I will be very angry."
Imolius smiled lazily: "Too bad, preying on me is not a good choice. You poisonous spider, bad woman, I am not your obedient partner."
The butterfly clan is also ruled by a queen, but they are one of the few equal races. Their marriage system has become almost invisible, and most of them are beautiful but sharp-tongued bachelors. The reason why Annie warned him was very simple. Most of the people in this race were excellent masters of illusion. Their scales and powder exuded a bewitching fragrance, which made the butterfly tribe invincible in fraud and gambling.
In the fifth round, the odds were 256 times, and all the players except two of them gave up.
Even everyone watching held their breath, fearing that any noise would affect the decision of the two. But this time, the sound that fell into her ears was different. The chips in her hand turned slightly and did not fall down for a long time.
Imolius is adjusting the dice.
Ani tapped the gambling table lightly, but she wasn't actually surprised - the crisp collision sounds in the dice cup gradually led to a clear result. The dice stopped and she had just finished placing her bet.
She bought all three dice and six, which means she bet that all three dice would stop at six, which is eighteen.
Imolius raised her hand to unfasten the dice buckle, and a second before lifting the glass cover, her hand suddenly grasped the other person's slender wrist under the light. The butterfly tribe was so light that it had no bones. He was held tightly, but he did not move. He said, "That's too much. It hurts me."
The two of them were very close to each other.
Ani crossed the gambling table and held his wrist with one hand: "Dealer, I'll open it, is that okay?"
"You don't believe me?" Imolius raised his lips, "How about we bet on something else?"
He was really handsome, with a pair of captivating and affectionate eyes. His golden-red pupils were illuminated by the ceiling light, and his gaze was as bright as clouds. Annie had lived on the human planet for so many years, and was immersed in the aesthetic taste of the humans in the universe. She was also distracted for a moment - but she quickly retracted her gaze that was dazzled by the beauty, and instead inserted her fingertips into his fingers.
"No," she said, "I'm afraid you'll get tired. What would you like to add?"
Imolius took a breath, and the spider warrior's powerful fingers controlled him. He couldn't help but want to urge the scale powder to make her let go, but he held back and complained, "You are not serious about making up excuses. Let's bet on a piece of clothing."
"Which one?"
"Of course you can choose whatever you want." Imolius said with a smile.
He pulled his fingers out of her palm and made way.
Ani reached out and lifted the glass cover, and the light passed through the shadow on the back of her hand, illuminating the result.
Three sixes, eighteen o'clock.
Everyone held their breath without making a sound, as chips representing money came rushing in. Ani picked up a dice and spun it in her palm, smiling: "Are these on the table not enough? You should have something else to compensate me?"
Imolius raised his hand and pinched his throat, and the loose open collar revealed a piece of smooth skin and delicate collarbone. His eyes followed the dice in Annie's hand as it rose and fell, and he said, "Okay, take whatever you want. Arms, shares, or energy? Let's talk upstairs. Or which piece of clothing do you want? I'll take it off for you."
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Ani wants to claim the reward she won.
She told Mo Wan to wait for her in the rest area. Little Spider looked listless, as if he wanted to say something, but he bit his lip and didn't say it. He just sat there aggrieved, hooking the corner of her clothes and whispering bad things to her: "He's a liar, you better be careful."
Ani nodded casually, patted his head, and smiled: "I am a liar anyway."
"You're not." Mo Wan corrected her. He glanced in the direction of the stairs. Imolius was lazily leaning against the railing, still playing with the dice that the two had just placed on the gambling table. He held Annie's face and boldly leaned over to kiss her, "Don't look at his naked body, look..."
"It's up to you." Annie knew what he was thinking.
Mo Wan's face turned slightly red and she reluctantly let go of his hand.
The social gathering downstairs continued, the gambling table was reopened, and a new dice dealer was replaced. Ani walked up the circular staircase. In front of her was Imolius's fluffy and soft long hair. His hair was thick and soft, and he casually gathered it up, revealing the hollow back of his dress.
Um?
Backless dress?
Annie was a little surprised. She looked at her a few more times. The skin on her shoulder blades was delicate and beautiful like a sculpture. Her back was covered with hollow patterns, and the highest points of the bone lines were actually two magnetically closed cracks. The fabric on the back of the dress could be completely torn apart if something pushed it slightly.
Imolius opened the door to the private lounge on the second floor and invited Ani in. The lounge has a long sofa covered with a carpet and floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window is the brilliant night view of the Moon Star. There are fragrant flowers on both sides of the entrance.
The butterfly's scale powder blended into the air, and the unique fragrance spread as he walked. Ani heard the other person's soft voice behind her: "How did you do it? There is no such thing as a perfect hit in the world..."
Before he could finish his words, a snow-white spider thorn suddenly emerged from behind the woman in front of him. The sharp blade flashing with cold light embedded into the door panel with a few clicks. Imolius' pupils constricted, and the other person's enlarged face was reflected in front of him.
Annie grabbed his arm, turned around and pushed him against the door without hesitation. The spider thorn pierced into his hair and embedded itself in the right side of his neck. If it had deviated by just an inch, it would have disfigured this peerless beauty from the butterfly clan and cut him into pieces of flesh.
The man's breathing paused for a moment, and Ani only felt him exhale slowly and calmly. She stared at the pretty face without blinking: "Are you using an illusion on me?"
Imoris raised his chin slightly to avoid the spider thorn that was pulled out from his throat, but the other party knew it too quickly and was restrained almost as soon as he activated the scale powder. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said nonsense: "No way? Your nose is wrong."
"No way." Ani retorted, "My way of identifying is not just smelling it."
As she continued speaking, it seemed as if something hidden had wrapped around his limbs. The alluring aroma emitted by the tentacles collided with the scale powder. This instantaneous impact made Imolius' mind go blank for a moment.
Annie pinched his chin, lowered her head into the crook of his neck and sniffed the intoxicating scent. Now, the taste of the tentacles and the scale powder have completely blended together, forming a strange chemical reaction. The invincible master of illusion had his senses disturbed, his pupils were out of focus, and he tried his best to purse his thin lips.
She was at the earlobe of Imolius, identifying the scent herself to enrich her mimicry database and enhance the seductive power of her tentacles. Ani was too eager to learn, and her mind was full of the convenient abilities of the butterfly tribe: "I do want to collect payment... Do you mind stretching out your wings so that I can touch them, Your Majesty?"
He struggled suddenly to free his wrist, but the damn poisonous spider held it tightly. Imolius' wrist bones were so tense that they hurt, and he gave up trying to break free with brute force.
His chest rose and fell, and he tried to concentrate his thoughts while talking to her: "White Knight? I did guess it was you, after all, there are not many strangers in Morrow Manor. Butterfly wings have always been a private matter and cannot be touched. You just need to do your job as a killer... uh ah."
Ani's arm reached around and pressed down on his shoulder blade. I don’t know if it was a spider thorn or something... some strange thing that penetrated into the hollow decorative pattern and spread across his slender neck.
Imolius bit his lower lip hard, refusing to make any weird noises. He didn't understand why the White Knight insisted on doing this - what a disgusting and abominable guy. The two sides were natural enemies based on biological characteristics, and she was not restrained by the illusion of scale powder.
The man's breathing rose and fell in trembling motions, and he felt the fabric on his back collapse and tear. This is the design of outstretched wings that all butterfly tribes have, and it is also this design that makes his clothes very fragile.
Ani still pinched his chin with her other hand, demanding that Imolius look at her. She stared at him without blinking, as if trying to see some special reaction from his expression.
Any special reaction? It was just the smell of tentacles and scale powder blended together, the smell that made people lose their minds and collapse. A lot of hallucinations filled his mind. Fortunately, Imolius himself was a master of illusion. He constantly identified and overcame the hallucinations and could even utter coherent sentences:
"The person in charge said... you just want money."
"That's how it should be." Ani said, "But you came to my door. Your Majesty, why do you want to test a spider not to prey on a gorgeous little butterfly? ... Is it against the law? Oh, I know, so I just touched it, and the White Knight will still be loyal to you."
She said "loyalty" but her fingers, close to him, touched and dug into a hidden gap beside his shoulder blade, causing the inner membrane to be damaged and painful. Imolius groaned in pain, and a pair of glittering butterfly wings pushed open the bones, instantly exposed to Ani.
The butterfly's wings were covered with shiny scales and the strong fragrance hit him at that moment, and even the little tentacles that were secretly taking off his clothes were extremely excited. The dim light in the lounge was illuminated by the flashing wings.
Annie was stunned for a moment and subconsciously loosened her grip. Imolius lowered his head and bit her fingertips, his hoarse voice covered with a layer of anger: "It hurts so much, you bad woman."
She blinked and withdrew her finger without changing her expression. When Imolius bit her, it didn't even leave a mark, just an itch. She then pulled back a few of the spider thorns, but still kept the opponent under control in this narrow corner, not allowing him to escape.
"Okay..." Ani agreed sincerely, "What the person in charge said is indeed right. All sexually reproducing groups will think you are beautiful. What did you promise? You promised me that you would share with me the profits of the factory that will last for hundreds of years after the deal is done?"
Imolius's forehead throbbed with pain. He pinched his brow and shook his head: "Let's talk about the money later. What exactly is that smell on you?"
"I don't know." Annie pretended to know nothing at this time, "Perfume?"
Imoris grabbed the lace of her dress and glared at her, "What fragrance! You are also an illusionist."
The place that her considerate partner had carefully groomed was delicately crumpled in the beautiful and indulgent butterfly palm.
Ani curled her lips and said with a smile, "Your eyes are so pretty, too. Have you heard of the hot topic in the anonymous forum discussion... It said that spider warriors would be killed out of hatred if they fell into the hands of humans, but butterfly warriors would be auctioned off as sex dolls for a high price? Humans are really bad, aren't they?"
The corners of Imolius' eyes turned red, his pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with shame and anger, and the tentacles under his hair trembled: "Asshole."
"Let's talk business." Ani brought the topic back to the topic, "How are you going to reward me, Your Majesty?"
"...As long as you help me get rid of the first archon of the Butterfly Clan. I will give you half of the profits from all the military industrial chains on the two military planets S108 and S195 in the S star field." It took Imolius a long time to calm down his anger. He was still upset by the smell of fusion, and his speech speed unconsciously accelerated. "I will also be accommodating to you in the future."
Ani raised her hand: "Contract?"
Imoris opened the virtual screen of the Star Network, on which were the contract terms provided by Nirvana. Ani quickly responded to each point, and suddenly asked: "Can I bargain? Uh, can you give more?"
Imoris was so angry that he laughed. His wings fluttered slightly, and the crystal-clear scales reflected on Ani's face, making the face of this bad woman sparkle. When it came to money, she even showed some undisguised expectations.
"What else do you want?"
Ani thought for a moment and said, "I want management rights."
"Management rights? Do you want to build starships, laser cannons, or ground automatic counterattack armor?" Imolius said a series of things that restricted purchasing rights. If Annie was not a certified star warrior, she would not even be able to see the purchase page for these things.
"That's none of your business." Annie pulled his chin and stroked his delicate cheek. "Maybe one day I'll have my own planet. By then, won't I have to decorate the planet's automatic defense system like I decorate a starship? ... I don't know when it will be, but what if it is?"
Imolius thought it was ridiculous, so he casually made a promise: "Okay, when you have a planet, I will give you management rights and let you build defense systems in S108 and S195."
Ani nodded and urged happily: "Add it, add it."
Imolius pulled her hand away and added additional clauses to the contract.
Ani confirmed the electronic contract and stepped aside: "Then we are partners now. Imo Liu... eh?"
Strong aromas intertwined, and terrifying hallucinations invaded. Even though he had an extraordinary willpower, he still failed to resist. Imolius felt completely dizzy and just wanted to leave this corner, but suddenly his eyes went dark and he fell into the arms of the culprit.
"Let go." Imolius took a long time to utter a few words, "Stay away from me."
Ani: "Please be reasonable. You are the one who got stuck here because you couldn't walk. I just wanted to see the butterfly wings. Why should I bear a grudge? We are accomplices now. You are violating the laws of the Zerg and colluding with foreign enemies to fight for power. I am your knife. Can you treat me as your own?"
"Do you think I'm your own?" Imolius became even more anxious. "Put away your illusions. Either stop affecting me, or just show your fangs. Are you here to take revenge on me for using illusions on you? You're my natural enemy, and I want to defend myself... What's wrong?"
The last word suddenly became extremely light.
A soft little tentacle finally appeared in front of him.
A new...illusion? Imolius was stunned, unable to even distinguish reality from illusion.
Ani picked him up easily, and the rest of the tentacles slid and ripped open the already torn shirt. She carried Imolius to the sofa and put him down. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the bright lights of Mon'en Star at night.
The curtains were not drawn, and from time to time there were cruise aircraft from the hunting force patrolling in the tracks not far away. This was the inner circle of the second star track. Looking far away, one could see the Supreme Council where the twelve queens were located. It was a giant nest that reached from heaven to earth.
Ani unbuttoned the last button on his clothes with her hands, and her wrist was weakly grasped by Imolius: "What are you doing?"
"You owe me a dress," Ani said, "I want to take the prize for winning."
"I just wanted to discuss this with you on the second floor with good reason. This way, no one would suspect us even if we stayed in the lounge for a long time."
"You can just use illusion to control me, make me obey you and be a good blade." Ani sighed and taught him a lesson, "You really have no spirit of contract. But I will keep my word. I will just watch and not take action."
Imolius: "..."
The way you cheated him wasn't even considered intentional!
How could there be someone who says, “I just want to take a look but can’t do anything”? What’s the difference between this and “I just rub it”, I really believe this nonsense!
His white shirt was almost torn into pieces. Ani reached out and held his waist, a thin waist that was light and soft, as if it had no bones. She patted the other person's waist and said, "Turn around."
The skin that was as perfect as a work of art was slapped red by Annie because she couldn't control her hand strength well. His handsome skin is like a fresh cake, which will be broken if touched lightly. Imolius leaned drowsily on the sofa, his tentacles curled up, and buried his face in the sofa's carpet. He groaned in a hoarse voice and cursed her: "It hurts, you rude and poisonous spider."
"First of all, I am a low-toxic species." Ani's original sample came from Mo Wan, so she really is a low-toxic species. She spoke the truth and paused before saying, "Secondly, why don't you look for the reason yourself? There are marks on your body when you pinch it, and you are so delicate when you have a headache that you can't even walk. Do you really want me to serve you, Queen?"
Imolius came from a prominent family. He had a great mind for politics and business, and even at the gambling table he rarely met an opponent. Such a pampered and extremely beautiful butterfly was actually despised by her as "spoiled" and "it's all his own fault" without any concealment.
He was held up by the waist and turned over, and his wings fell into Ani's field of vision. Even with a splitting headache, Imoris gritted his teeth and folded his wings, not wanting to show them to his natural enemies.
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