Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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After saying that, El turned and left.

Berlik sat on the bench, staring at Elsho's retreating figure until it disappeared from sight, before turning to look at the sea.

In the end, he didn't tell El about his suspicions regarding those emerald green vertical pupils.

In a simple dockside restaurant.

An elderly man with white hair looked worried and couldn't eat. He poked at the grilled fish on the plate in front of him with his fork, but couldn't eat a single bite.

A man dressed as an adventurer smiled and sat down next to the old man.

“Hi, hello,” the man introduced himself, “My name is Patrick.”

The old man, head down, said gruffly, "If you're not buying boat insurance, get out of here."

“I’m sorry,” Patrick said, “but I heard your brothers arguing. I think you’re right. All that talk about whose fault it was, it was all about money, wasn’t it?”

The old man looked up in surprise: "Thank you, sir. What was your name?"

“Patrick, my name is Patrick,” Patrick hesitated, “I meant to say, I heard something else, but I don’t know…”

The old man became serious: "Please tell me, sir, what else did you hear?"

At this moment, a loud argument next to them interrupted them.

They were a couple. The wife was yelling at her husband, calling him useless and berating him loudly enough for everyone to hear. She said things like, "If I'd known you were this good-for-nothing, I would have married so-and-so instead." The husband's face flushed red, and he stood up to argue, but his wife slapped him across the face, forcing him back into his chair. The wife then got up and stormed out of the restaurant through the back door, towards the public restrooms.

Patrick frowned.

He saw the husband sitting there crying, sobbing and whimpering, which was incredibly annoying.

"What else did you hear?" the old man asked again.

Patrick snapped out of his daze and nervously twisted his hands together.

“I heard them talking about how they were going to pin the blame for the ship accident on you,” he said. “They said, ‘To hell with it, let that damned Torque take the blame. It’s all that idiot’s fault. Let him die. His girl can sell herself to pay off his debts.’ That’s how it is, sir. I have to say, it’s really heartless. They… I can’t believe these words came from your brothers and sisters.”

Old man Tork's face turned ashen, his hands trembling with anger: "All these years, I thought we just had some minor disagreements..."

The old man was speechless, then suddenly got up and rushed out.

Patrick slowly reached out and took the old man's plate, then slowly walked to his weeping husband and sat down next to him.

He patted his husband on the shoulder and ordered him a drink.

“Thank you,” the husband said, sobbing.

“Alas, no one should humiliate a man in front of so many people,” Patrick said sincerely. “If it were me, I would have killed her.”

The husband looked at him with a panicked expression.

Patrick calmly looked directly into her husband's eyes: "Every day you come home to nothing but humiliation and setbacks, not warmth and happiness, day after day... How long can you endure this? What do you have left after being worn down like this all the time?"

His eyes were deep and seemed to possess a kind of magic.

The husband made a final attempt to protest: "But, but, according to the rules here..."

“Life is like a dream, and we are living in a dream,” Patrick whispered in his ear. “You always think that there are rules in this world, but the rules are in your heart. If you are willing, there are not so many rules. Look, that axe is just sitting on the box next to the back door. Don’t you think that’s fate?”

Then she patted her husband on the shoulder to encourage him.

The husband, his eyes bloodshot, walked toward the back door like a lost soul.

A scream came from outside the restaurant.

Patrick curiously looked outside with his plate in hand; a large crowd had gathered on the dock not far away.

"What happened?" he asked, stopping a person who was walking back from that direction.

“Several old men and women got into a fight, and they even used knives,” the man said. “They’re all dead.”

Patrick thanked him and happily picked up the grilled fish from the plate and put it in his mouth.

Before they could even take two bites, an even more piercing scream came from the back door of the restaurant.

He turned around and saw several people, men and women, covered in blood, rushing out with their pants down and their buttocks exposed. They were panicked, shouting as they ran, "Murder! Murder!"

Patrick closed his eyes contentedly, peacefully savoring the fish in his mouth.

"It tastes good," he commented.

Chapter 50 The Warm Daily Life of the Beate Family

As soon as she got off work, the six-armed serpent demon, disguised as Ivy Beate, declined the vice-captain's invitation to dinner, bought two large pieces of marlin at the dock, and went straight home.

From afar, she saw two little water elemental girls happily petting Gu Xiong and Xiong Gu, who were rolling around on the grass in front of the door.

Since the Swango couple "ran away from home," the two women have been free.

After the house was given a new owner, an imposter named Ivy Beatrice, she no longer confined them to the steel-reinforced room. She bought them clothes and allowed them to roam freely in the house during the day, even playing with the two owl bear cubs in the front and back yards. However, they were forbidden from going to her bedroom or the basement, and from leaving the yard without her permission.

Every day, the two little girls at home are responsible for cleaning the house, doing laundry, and cooking, while she is responsible for buying groceries and giving them pocket money.

When Xiong Gu saw the imposter Ivy-Beate from afar, she immediately struggled to break free from the two little ones' caresses, barking joyfully as she rushed towards her, throwing herself headfirst into her owner's arms.

She picked up Xiong Gu with one hand, letting it burrow and wriggle in her large bosom, gently cooing incessantly.

He then greeted the two children, asking, "Anything alright today?"

The two little water elemental girls nodded in unison.

"...Does it exist, or not?"

The two little ones looked at each other and then started moving together again.

Blue Bubble continued to nod earnestly, while Green Bubble started shaking its head earnestly.

These are the names she gave them.

Because both little ones have bubble-shaped haircuts, the one with dark blue hair is called "Blue Bubble" and the one with dark cyan hair is called "Cyan Bubble." They are also given the surname "Beate."

The six-armed snake demon sighed helplessly.

"Let's talk after we go inside."

At this moment, the bear lying on the grass realized that no one was beside it. It slowly rolled over, got up, looked around, and then trotted over to her. It kept making "cooing" noises as it circled around her feet. It was unclear whether it was trying to beg for a pet or trying to steal some fish.

Blue Bubble took the swordfish piece, and the two little bubbles walked side by side toward the kitchen as soon as they entered the house.

She then instructed them from behind, "Just fry it until it's cooked through, but whatever you do, don't add salt."

There's a reason for giving such instructions.

Demons do not need to eat to obtain energy and nutrients; it is only out of nostalgia for their previous life on Earth that the reborn retain the habit of eating.

However, when the six-armed snake demon ate the first meal made by two bubbles in his new home, he almost died on the spot.

Those born with the Water Element cannot taste saltiness at all, and cannot determine how much salt to add when cooking any dish.

So she simply forbade the two bubbles from adding salt to their cooking—cooking without salt is much better than cooking with salt, at least the food won't kill anyone.

Even so, she didn't have the idea of ​​cooking for herself.

This is because, in order to achieve culinary freedom, the reborn individual was determined to share the exquisite Chinese cuisine he had experienced in his previous life with the two bubbles.

However, the result was that:

First, their hands-on cooking skills are still limited to making instant noodles and ordering takeout with their phones.

Secondly, instant noodles, mobile phones, and food delivery are all non-existent in Abel's world.

This is definitely a sad story.

Return to the bedroom.

Following her homebody habits, the six-armed serpent demon put her hair up, took off all her outdoor clothes and threw them aside, changing into a loose-fitting tank top. Then, she pulled out the magic scroll that increases intelligence, "Advanced Meditation Manual," from her book box, picked up the clingy bear cub, flopped onto the bed, and began to read.

She turned the pages of the book and comfortably curled up one leg.

Bear lay obediently on her stomach, its body pressed against her skin through her tank top, warm and cozy. She gently stroked it, and it would occasionally respond with a soft, babyish "coo-coo."

Another long, white leg dangled lazily over the edge of the bed. The snow-white bare foot swung back and forth, then stretched out towards the bear lying there, engrossed in its own play.

The pink toes gently stepped on the fluffy bear and pawed at it back and forth.

She comfortably stretched out her five toes, feeling the thick bear fur between her toes and under her feet.

It's so soft and warm. It feels amazing on my feet.

Perhaps because most of his attention was focused on the baby owl bear, the six-armed snake demon still felt nothing after turning two pages, and could not perceive whether his intelligence had increased at all.

Two hours were wasted in this pointless way, and then it was time to eat.

Under the warm red and yellow candlelight, the six-armed serpent demon, disguised as Ivy Beate, and the two bubbles, blue and green, sat around the dining table. Raphael, the claw monster, only wanted to stay in the basement and eat raw meat and fish, so only the three of them were at the table.

Tonight's dinner is freshly pan-fried swordfish chunks and chilled raspberry juice.

I must say, as long as you don't add salt to the two bubbles, the taste is actually quite good.

In particular, she can buy the freshest fish at the dock every day. "High-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking methods," she says, "just throw them into the frying pan and cook them."

After stuffing the fried fish from the plate into his mouth in a few bites, the six-armed serpent demon elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, picked up a glass full of iced fruit juice, and slowly drank it.

She asked lazily, "So, what happened today?"

"Someone will come looking for you this afternoon."

The blue bubbles also held up glasses filled with iced fruit juice. They were not only very small, but their voices were also very soft.

Blue Bubble whispered from the side, "He didn't see you, so he made a scene in the living room and even kicked Xiong Gu."

The six-armed serpent demon then understood.

No wonder Xiong Gu rushed into his arms and acted all cute and cuddly as soon as he saw him. The poor little thing must have been wronged. It's only because the owl bear cub is still small that he's not so bad; otherwise, he'd just bite off a bunch of these nasty guests and smash their heads as if they were opening a can of food.

“However, he is already…” They exchanged a glance, “He’s alright now.”

"He's alright? He left afterward?"

She asked casually and then raised her glass for a drink.

"Later," Qingpaopao added, "he went to lie down in the basement, and was probably eaten by the giant shell."

The imposter young lady sprayed a mouthful of juice onto the table.

She quickly used her telepathy to sense Raphael, the Terrorclaw monster.

[Raphael?]

【Owner】

Do we have any visitors today?

Raphael, the Devil Claw Monster, showed a rare slight fluctuation in his emotions: "You'd better come down and see for yourself."

The house originally had a sizable basement, which had been filled with clutter by the previous owner, Brokwi Swango. Since the Six-Armed Serpent Demon moved in, he immediately ordered Raphael the Terrorclaw to throw away all the clutter and begin a massive basement expansion project.

The imposter young lady left two bubbles and the baby owls upstairs, then carried an oil lamp and went down the stairs to the basement.

After just two days, the basement had completely changed.

The originally square basement has been expanded into a crooked and irregular space. The four stone walls have been completely removed, exposing the soil behind the stones. Tunnels are dug everywhere. The tunnels are interconnected yet separate, leading in all directions.

It's less of a basement and more of a den built by the Deinonychus.

In the very center of the dark, irregularly shaped space, a young man with a bruised and swollen face sat cross-legged on the ground, sobbing softly. Raphael, the Devilclaw monster, watched him from a short distance away. Since Raphael put on sunglasses and eye patches, his appearance had become even more ferocious.

Noticing the oil lamp's light illuminating the basement, the young man cautiously raised his head.

When he recognized the person carrying the oil lamp as "Ivy Beatrice," his eyes immediately reddened, revealing a heartfelt smile of "I've finally waited for this." His face was covered in snot and tears, which could be considered tears of joy.

"Ivy!"

He opened his arms to the imposter Ivy Beatrice and cried out in anguish, "It's me, Gideroltin! Your dearest old uncle!"

He then turned to Raphael, the Terrorclaw Monster: "Damn monster, I already told you I'm your master's uncle, how dare you hit me! Believe me or not, I'll have my niece starve you for three days!"

The demon, disguised as a young lady, was speechless.

Old uncle?

She quickly ran through Ivy Beatrice's family list in her mind, and soon matched the bruised and swollen handsome face to the description:

Gideroltin, whose real name was Gideroltin-Beart, was Ivy Beatrice's uncle.

A bard who is off-key at both singing and playing the piano, claiming to be proficient in all arts, but in reality, his only two skills are losing big money at the gambling table and using sweet talk to seduce women into bed.

Because he was so incompetent, two years ago the Beate patriarch, who was also Ivy Beate's father, announced that he would be stripped of his Beate surname and expelled from the family.