Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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She picked up her water glass and took a small sip.

The others chimed in, asking the deputy team leader about the scene at the time.

The vice-captain, spitting as he spoke, recounted, "Back then, I carried Captain Berlik on my back, wading through knee-deep blood, stumbling and sinking my way out of the Dragonhorn Tavern. I swear, my feet touched at least five, no, ten dead men. I didn't have time to think. Honestly, for a moment, I just wanted to abandon Berlik and run away, but in a daze, I saw the great Bronze Dragon King standing before me, filling my heart with the courage to defeat the demons. His mercy and greatness—"

A cold voice came from behind him: "Then I should thank you properly."

The voice was incredibly familiar.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice looked up slightly and turned her eyes away.

A dragon-blooded paladin dressed in a city guard uniform stood at the entrance of the dock office, resembling a humanoid bronze dragon statue.

The deputy team leader asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The dragons are all noblemen of high status. However, the epaulets and collar insignia on Berlik's uniform have been torn off, clearly indicating that he has been demoted and dismissed. It's unclear what brings him to the docks.

The dragon-blooded paladin's bronze dragon-like head stared at him, his yellow vertical pupils filled with disdain and mockery. "Thanks for your help, I am Berlik, the one you carried out of the tavern."

The vice-captain was speechless.

The dock office was filled with laughter and a joyful atmosphere.

Ivy-Beate, the six-armed serpent demon in disguise, watched this scene with amusement and lazily raised her voice, "May I ask, what brings you to the docks, Captain of the City Guard?"

The dragon-blooded paladin was about to answer when his gaze swept over "Ivy Beatrice," and he was immediately jolted.

The moment the yellow vertical pupils met the emerald green vertical pupils, the six-armed serpent demon saw a flash of horror and murderous intent in the dragon's eyes.

For Berlik, those emerald green vertical pupils were simply too unforgettable.

His right hand, covered in scales, swiftly pressed against the sword at his waist, while his left hand formed a mudra.

She stretched casually, revealing the Spellbreaker Mand leaning against the table.

The dragon-blooded paladin's attention was immediately drawn to the Holy Demon-Slaying Greatsword, and he became somewhat hesitant for a moment.

Looking more closely at the red-haired woman opposite him, he felt that the green in her eyes seemed slightly different from the demon from that night. But how could a normal person have such vertical pupils?

He asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The imposter Ivy Beatrice stood up, leaning on her desk, and gave Berlik a salute befitting a paladin.

“Ivy-Beate, a lower-ranking paladin.”

As she bowed, she secretly activated the wand that was placed against her thigh, her hand hidden inside her clothes.

A faint silvery-white halo rose from around her feet, then glowed softly around her curvaceous body. The "Protection from Evil" magic had taken effect.

Berlik breathed a sigh of relief, his suspicion largely dissipated, and he lowered his left hand, which was preparing to cast "Detect Evil".

He returned the greeting to "Ivy Beatrice".

“The chief dragon family,” he said solemnly, “pays your respects, Miss Beatrice.”

Although the Beate family has fallen into ruin, it was once a renowned and prestigious clan in the city of Flame Earth. Dragon-blooded creatures often inherit some physiological characteristics from their dragon ancestors. Therefore, it's not surprising that this young lady has green vertical pupils.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice lowered her long, thick eyelashes and smiled in return.

She radiated a pure and kind light, making everyone around her feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

But actually, she felt unwell all over right now.

Although the six-armed serpent demon could use various magical devices at will, a demon is still a demon. The "protective" good energy surrounding her body caused her to reflexively break out in rashes all over her body, feel unbearably itchy under her clothes, and experience dizziness, nausea, and constant vomiting.

If she hadn't been so focused on dealing with Paladin Berlik, she would have vomited by now.

Just then, the sound of a woman crying and screaming came from outside the door, and the sound grew louder and louder.

The people in the office looked at each other in bewilderment.

The deputy team leader, who had been standing there dumbfounded, quickly asked in a loud voice, "What happened outside?"

One of the disciplinary officers immediately stood up, glanced out the window, and blurted out, "Old Accountant Tevodor's wife is still crying at the door, holding the Port Master's hand."

"I know this."

Another said, "Our old accountant has had a second spring in his life. He left a letter and ran away from home! He said he was going to go out to sea to become a fisherman and live for himself from now on."

The others laughed.

"I admire his courage."

One person said, while stealing a glance at the stunningly beautiful red-haired paladin, "A true man is one who is willing to give up everything and forge ahead for his goals."

The imposter Ivy Beatrice remained expressionless, but inwardly she wanted to laugh.

Good heavens, is this... the old accountant and the sea?

So... yesterday, that old guy knew that a gang member he was colluding with had died in the warehouse, and he was so scared that he didn't come to work all day. He packed his things and wanted to run away. He even wrote a letter to his wife and children saying that he was running away from home.

—Isn't that a creative reason? A Hemingway from another world.

Suddenly, the office door slammed heavily against the wall with a loud bang.

"Men my ass!"

Port Authority Commissioner Burktura strode into his office, furious, his nose practically twitching with rage.

"He just left like that, but what about his family? What about his wife? What about his children? What kind of man is he? A cowardly old man! A useless old man! An idiot!"

Seeing a group of people surrounding "Ivy Beatrice" like a star in the office, Burktura first blinked, then flew into a rage:

"What are you all doing, all piled up in the office instead of going on inspections? Get out of here!"

The patrolmen immediately jumped up, as if they had springs under their butts. A group of them rushed out of the door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The office was now empty, except for Port Master Burktura, the imposter accountant, and the dragon paladin.

The port master looked at the dragon-blooded holy warrior and scratched his head in confusion.

"I remember you were the city guard captain of the lower city, um... what was your name again? Boli, or Boliite?"

The six-armed serpent demon thought she should look at the port authority in a new light.

—How do you recognize who each of the dragons in the City of Flame has the same bronze dragon head?

"Berlik-Ginco, Intermediate Paladin."

The Dragonborn Paladin corrected him, saying, "I am a sinner, no longer the captain of the Lower City Guard, but a commoner. I have come to Fireport Wharf on the orders of Squad Leader El."

The port authority understood immediately.

Without a doubt, she was yet another scout paving the way for the Ottokan family's pilgrimage. He glanced at the man's divorced fiancée with pity. A few days ago, El had ordered her to audit the accounts, and now he'd sent a supervisor. What deep-seated grudge did they hold?

The port authority casually grabbed a felt cap from his desk and put it on.

He said, "Since that's the case, then you can be an office clerk. We happen to be short of an accountant right now. Don't waste your high-level paladin education like that bastard who quit his job to go fishing for no reason."

At this point, he glanced at the empty desk opposite "Ivy Beatrice".

The port authority felt his blood pressure spike when he thought of the old accountant who had abandoned his family for no reason.

“Your table is right across from Ivy Beatrice’s; that old idiot doesn’t need it anymore.”

--What?

The imposter Ivy Beatrice's saintly smile froze on her face; she almost couldn't hold it in.

—Does that mean I have to work every day with this damn "protect against evil" debuff?

"As ordered."

Paladin Berlik deftly arranged his pencil case and books on the empty table opposite him, then looked up at her solemnly and said, "From now on, we are colleagues. Please take care of me."

A wave of nausea surged from the demon's stomach up to its throat.

Despite the intense itching from her hives, she looked up at the dragon-blooded paladin's head and forced a smile: "Nice to meet you. Please allow me to go first—"

She stopped talking, nodded to the dragon seed, and turned to the window.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice leaned forward slightly, her beautiful body jutting out of the window, and then slowly raised her hand to carefully gather her fiery red hair behind her head.

Its deep green eyes gazed intently at the boundless sea.

next second.

"vomit--"

The filth sprayed out of the window, shooting straight for three or four meters before falling into the sea.

When you're sitting in the office, time always seems to pass very slowly.

Fortunately, the dragon-blooded paladin Berlik was a restless soul; he soon got up and went out to inspect the docks. This relieved the six-armed serpent demon, who had transformed into Ivy Beatrice.

She canceled the "protection against evil" and stayed alone in the office, looking at the empty chair behind the desk opposite her, and couldn't help but feel a burning hatred.

—Are you so eager to conduct inspections just to avoid doing the accounting, you dragon bastard?

The six-armed serpent demon was filled with remorse whenever he thought about what had happened in the stone chamber.

—I really shouldn't have impulsively killed Tvordo; it would have been so much better to keep him in line for work…

Her process of dealing with Tevodo was somewhat similar to the brainwashing song "PPAP" from her previous life on Earth.

"Ihaveawand" cleaned up the battlefield and obtained the Monster Summoning Wand.

"I have a bookkeeper" then found the panicked old accountant, Tvordo, in the cellar.

So "nengwand-bookkeeper" casually used the old man to test Aprilton-Brown's level 4 Summon Monster Wand.

The first specific step is to take out a magic wand, hold it in your palm, activate it with magic, and successfully summon a purgatory python.

Step two, on a whim, he ordered the Infernal Python to swallow Tevodo whole.

Step three: Dispel the summoning spell and send the Infernal Serpent back to the lower plane.

And so, the soul and body of the old accountant, Tevodo, vanished from this world without a trace.

Once a soul enters the lower planes, it becomes food and currency for demons.

The six-armed serpent demon dared to bet on "Mand the Slayer" that the level of destroying corpses and erasing evidence was close to the Dao, and even gods and dragons would not be able to find Tevodo.

At the time, she often praised herself for her intelligence.

And now, looking at the mountain of accounts and reports piled up on the table…

The newly hired dockside clerk/accountant felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

Bookkeeping isn't difficult, but it's incredibly tedious.

—I can go out and chop people up at night and make hundreds of thousands of dollars in no time. And you want me to stay here doing this?

The six-armed serpent demon gently massaged his forehead and decided to go back and read "The Advanced Meditation Handbook" as soon as he got off work.

She only hoped that her improved memory and logical abilities would also boost her patience, so that she could finish dealing with the damn accounts before she lost her temper and burned all the papers.

At this moment, in a quiet corner of the harbor.

The man in casual clothes sat side by side with the dragon on a wooden bench, gazing at the shimmering sea in the distance.

El asked, "How is it?"

Berlik did not answer.

"The leaders of the Bronco gang have all disappeared; they're either dead or have run away."

Al said to himself, “Those halflings are the actual controllers of the burning port. Yesterday’s massacre… whoever was targeting them, it was definitely for the port. As long as you keep an eye on the port, you’ll have a chance to find out who’s behind summoning that demon and avenge Chuck.”

Berlik suddenly spoke up: "What's the deal with Loskes-Ottocan's fiancée?"

El was speechless for a moment.

“I know you’ve been working for the Ottocan family,” Berlick said. “So why was that woman at the docks? Was that also your arrangement?”

El was silent for a moment, then shook his head firmly.

“I can’t lie, but I can’t tell you either,” he said. “All I can guarantee is that it was for justice.”

The dragon-blooded paladin scoffed: "Whose justice? Otukan's, or yours?"

Al's bottom left the bench.

“Keep an eye on her,” he ordered. “Not just her, but also several Southerners who have just entered the city.”

Berlik was somewhat puzzled: "Southerners?"

“Yes, Southerners,” Al sighed. “They entered the city under the guise of diplomacy, and the city guards couldn’t drive them away. Be careful, they’re veritable vipers.”