Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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"I appreciate your thoughtfulness and attentiveness, and I should tip you. But I guess the tip won't reach you, right?"

Patrick said gently, pointing to the waiter's bruised and battered arm, "Did your boss do this? Does he often hit you?"

The water elemental-born waiter looked panicked and at a loss.

In the realm ruled by dragons, elemental beings are the lowest of the sinners. Because they are the sons of the Dawn Titans, descendants of the primordial Celestials, their very birth is considered sinful.

“Sir,” she whispered, “I…I am just a slave, so…”

Does he often hit you?

She pouted and nodded sadly, "And his wife and youngest son..."

Patrick asked her, "So I was wondering if I could pay the tip in a different way?"

"Wha, what?"

Patrick smiled broadly and asked her, "I mean, do you need me to help you kill them?"

The water elemental waiter was initially bewildered, then became terrified, staring at him with wide eyes.

"gentlemen…"

Patrick continued to look at her and smile.

“You can do it yourself. You have enough power to wipe them all out,” he said. “Look at your wrists. Those weak and stingy guys, the magic-suppressing rings they used to bind you haven’t been charged in a long time.”

He gently reached out and touched the wrist of the water elemental waiter.

The next second, the waiter was horrified to see that the few tiny anti-magic gems embedded in the anti-magic ring on his wrist had all fallen into Patrick's hands.

"Be gentle. Once you're done, just run to the dock, jump into the water, and you'll be free."

He nodded to her and said, "You're welcome."

Just then, the boss's foul-mouthed insults came from the direction of the kitchen. The water elemental waitress turned to look at the source of the voice, her eyes gradually flashing with a mixture of ecstatic joy and hatred. She then turned back and looked at Patrick with gratitude, wariness, and fear before running away.

Patrick shrugged and buried his head in eating the fish.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice led the paladin Juan through the port square toward the docks.

Just as they passed the obelisk, Juan spoke up.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency."

The young paladins were full of passion and fervor.

“I will never allow that despicable Losques’s scheme to succeed. He will not use his status and position to threaten or persecute you, much less fabricate charges against you! I swear on the honor of the Gilero family!”

Before the imposter young lady could thank him, she suddenly heard a terrified scream from diagonally in front of her.

She asked herself curiously, "What happened?"

Then a water elemental descendant rushed out of the restaurant's side door in the direction of the scream. The girl was covered in blood, her face contorted with excitement at the sight of blood. At least two, possibly three, figures could be vaguely seen lying across the side door.

The young paladin Juan cautiously drew his sword.

But the water elemental girl merely glanced at them indifferently before turning and rushing toward the dock.

"Oh, I forgot to remind that girl."

Patrick sipped his fish soup with a spoon, muttering to himself with a satisfied smile, "There seem to be a few more city guards at the docks today."

As Ivy Beate crossed the port square, she saw a water elemental slave who had been murdered and was on the run, his legs severed by the city guards, lying on the ground barely alive.

The six-armed serpent demon stared blankly at the paladins of the distant dock area, where the city guards stood in three layers upon three layers.

She couldn't help but swear: "What the hell..."

With the Otucan family making such a grand display, how could Port Master Boktura's remaining followers possibly bring the "Dragon Madness Lock" into the port?

Chapter 72 An Addendum to Justice

As the imposter Ivy Beatrice and the paladin Juan passed by the restaurant, Patrick, disguised as an elderly gentleman, was engrossed in eating the fish on his plate and didn't even look up.

Several city guards entered the restaurant, inspected the blood-soaked kitchen, and asked Patrick a few questions.

Patrick answered honestly: The waiter was a thoughtful and considerate person; he had his back to the kitchen and saw nothing at the time of the incident; however, he heard the boss harshly berate the waiter in the kitchen before the incident.

“This is very bad,” Patrick said earnestly. “I must state that I have no intention of defending murderers. But if everyone were to act with kindness and compassion, and treat everyone around them with civility and sincerity, I believe that such tragedies would not be inevitable.”

With a sorrowful expression, he drew a bronze dragon mark on his chest in front of the city guards, while glancing out of the corner of his eye at the six-armed serpent demon and the young paladin walking straight into the crowded dock area.

The city guards standing in front of Patrick exchanged glances and nodded.

Without a doubt, he was a devout and kind old man.

They returned the bronze dragon mark and blessing to Patrick, then filed into the kitchen, closed the door leading from the kitchen to the dining room, and carried the bodies and the seriously injured out through the side door of the kitchen.

Four people were carried out in total.

The three who died were the boss and his two sons; the one who lived was the boss's wife, whose face, eyes, and nose had been sliced ​​off by a sharp blade or magic.

Patrick watched happily, raising his hand to wipe his lips with a napkin, a smile that also concealed the lower half of his face.

In that short time, Lana walked from the obelisk in the center of the square to the shops along the edge of the square. She walked along the square to the main entrance of the restaurant, leaving a fragrant trail behind, and went inside to sit opposite Patrick.

Looking at the bodies being carried out by the city guards outside, she put her hand to her forehead.

Lana groaned, "What have you done now?"

“It’s about having some fun and testing the city guard’s level of security at the docks,” Patrick said. “It’s about balancing work and leisure.”

Lana said irritably, "What did you find out from the test?"

"They reacted very quickly. If the score could be from zero to ten, I would give them a seven."

Patrick looked toward the dock.

"The scout dog ran towards the dock from the side gate; her escape route was the same as theirs as when they were carrying the body. Two interceptors appeared from the warehouse entrance there. Their defenses indeed covered the warehouse. Go and find out what happened, why so many city guards suddenly appeared overnight?"

Lana asked worriedly, "Do we need to revise our ambush plan?"

“There’s no need,” Patrick said nonchalantly. “In fact, the current situation is more advantageous to us. She saw the entire process of the scout dog stepping on the trap. The impression that the warehouse is guarded by the city guard will further lower her guard.”

Suddenly, his gaze focused on what was behind Lana.

“You should go now,” Patrick said, turning his gaze back to the fish on his plate. “Remember to change your perfume before you go.”

Lana asked, "You don't like it?"

"Easily exposed."

Lana rolled her eyes at him, then got up and left without hesitation.

The seat remained empty for less than ten seconds before Patrick felt a darkness ahead. He looked up again, unsurprised, at the new guest opposite him.

"Good morning, Squad Leader El, or should I address you as sir?"

"No need. This isn't the northern front, and I'm no longer your employer."

Patrick smiled and said, "That's hard to say. Who knows what the future holds? By the way, I consider myself quite skilled in makeup. How did you find me?"

"As long as you follow the trail of chaos and murder upwards, you will eventually find this venomous snake."

Squad leader Al looked at Patrick and sneered, "My men were just at the docks. Why do you keep running into piles of dead bodies wherever you go, Red Assassin?"

"Pile of dead bodies?"

Patrick thought for a moment, "You mean that camp with over a thousand elemental prisoners of war? Wasn't it you who hinted that I should do it?"

"Shut up."

Squad leader El said impatiently.

Patrick shrugged nonchalantly, his tone light: "Yes, sir."

El pointed towards the kitchen and asked irritably, "What's this all about now?"

"Blood revenge."

"Blood revenge?" El exclaimed in surprise. "Whom did the restaurant owners kill?"

"My good mood."

Patrick said, "His grilled fish was worse than what the cooks in the army could make, and he kept swearing while I was eating—he killed all my good mood before I even entered the restaurant."

He means it.

Squad leader El sneered: "And you just happen to be sitting in this spot, so you can observe Ivy Beate and Juan Gillespielo walking by?"

Patrick shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Al whispered, "So you want to deal with Ivy-Beate, and you think you don't need my help, and that I can't cause you any trouble."

He made a move to get up from the chair and leave.

“Wow, hold on,” Patrick said. “Please sit down, let’s talk some more.”

Al sat back down and looked at Patrick leisurely.

Patrick asked curiously, "How did you know who I was going to deal with?"

“Don’t forget, this is my city,” Al said. “You came into the city through diplomatic channels with that stupid woman who was sitting here just now. As long as I keep an eye on her, I’ll find you. You’ve been keeping an eye on Ivy Beatrice ever since you appeared in the lower city. You’ve been investigating her all the way from her crazy uncle who jumped into the water and committed suicide.

Patrick nodded slightly. "Very insightful, Commander El. What do you want?"

El's eyes flickered: "Why are you targeting her?"

"No comment."

Patrick spread his hands. "All I can say is that it's the employer's requirement, nothing more. I have my professional ethics."

“If that’s the case, I can only wish you good luck,” El said with a smile. “Also, tell your men to stay away from the docks these next few days, otherwise the city guards will kill them if they see them.”

Patrick raised his eyebrows.

He didn't ask about the situation of the paladins around El docks because he didn't want to give El a chance to take advantage of the situation and make a deal, but now it seems unlikely.

“Why make things so tense? After all, we’re colleagues,” Patrick said. “I can see that you also want to deal with her, right? We have the same goal, and helping others is helping yourself.”

El didn't speak, he just looked at him calmly.

Patrick sighed.

"You win. Aside from the intelligence I provided for this mission, you can make another request. Go ahead, winner."

But Al didn't answer directly: "How do you need me to cooperate with you?"

Patrick said, "Withdraw the city guards from the warehouse and the right side of the dock in an hour. Don't take too long, just give me half an hour."

"That's it?"

"That's all."

“Don’t mess around on my turf,” Al picked up a spoon from the table and gestured casually around. “Don’t make any more of this noise, absolutely not.”

Patrick immediately raised his hand and swore, "In the name of the Bronze Dragon."

El's eyebrows shot up: "Fuck you, you fucking don't believe in bronze dragons."

Patrick laughed heartily.

“Then what can we do?” he said lazily. “What else do you expect me to swear an oath in the name of the Dawn Titans?”

“In the name of your true faith, Hylasti,” Al said calmly, “or Demogorgon.”

Patrick's nonchalant expression gradually disappeared.

“Be careful,” he whispered, “you’re playing with fire.”

He blinked, his black pupils gradually dilating until they filled his entire eyeball.

Hylasti, the name used by the two-headed red dragon, Lord of Strife and Tyranny.

Few people know that this name also refers to one of the heads of the demon lord Demogorgon.

Like Abel's incarnation, Demogorgon also has two heads. One is Amur, and the other is Hesrati.

The two heads each possess independent personalities and thoughts. Amur excels in meticulous thinking and patient scheming, while Hesrati represents the violent and chaotic side of the Demon Lord. They regard each other as their twin brothers, yet they despise one another, each believing that they alone are the true Demogorgon.

Patrick's eyes, like two black holes, stared directly at Paladin Squad Leader El: "Bronze Dragon Paladin, listen up, are you going to make a deal with a follower of demons?"

"This is not a deal."

Al sat up straight, a smile on his face, and said softly, "Sometimes, to uphold justice, one must walk alongside the devil."

"Like that POW camp?"