Chapter 910: Chapter 280: White Dove Opera House

Aleister was embraced by the girl as they entered the White Dove Opera House.

Halfway through, she also attempted to cast a glance at the Honey Badger… who, disguised as a middle-aged man, merely nodded calmly at Aleister, indicating that this was standard procedure, with no significant problems.

At this moment, Lady Honey Badger was also being tightly clung to by another Bunny Girl.

Different from Aleister’s side–this was a Bunny Girl with long curly chestnut hair. She looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six, fully blossomed with exceptionally scaled cleavage in front. Right now, Honey Badger’s arm was deeply buried in it.

However, his appearance was so commonplace and indifferent. This made the Bunny Girl’s face show an obvious unwillingness, and she even deliberately hugged his arm tighter, pressing her whole weight onto him.

It was a very blatant, utterly unhidden act of ingratiating herself.

Upon seeing this, Aleister turned her head to look at the girl by her side.

Seeing her reflecting a naive and pure light, Aleister merely smiled. She casually closed her black umbrella, which the girl eagerly took from her.

After revealing her face, Aleister immediately attracted people’s attention.

However, for some reason, not a single person dared to approach them–when they saw the Bunny Girl holding on to Aleister, their faces clearly showed hesitation and almost a fearful expression.

“How amusing.”

Aleister whispered, reaching out to touch the long black hair on the girl’s head that resembled her own.

Initially not quite understanding. But seeing the reactions of other patrons, she was gradually getting the picture.

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“What did you say?”

The girl’s voice was crisp and clear.

Aleister chuckled softly, lowering her head slightly, and whispered behind the girl’s neck: “I’m saying… you smell so good, girl.”

The girl instinctively shuddered slightly, but then did not retreat in the slightest, instead showing an evident look of joy.

She tilted her head back slightly, her cheeks grazing against Aleister’s temples. The girl took a deep breath, her ears visibly turning red, that hot, crisp bone and flesh touching the temples of the “Beyard form” glasses… but even separated by that thin metal piece, Aleister could easily feel the temperature.

Soft panting, mixed with the increasingly rich fragrance of cherry liquor emanating from her body, gradually seeped into Aleister’s thoughts.

Memories slowly surfaced. This feeling was so familiar…

Aleister’s originally emerald-green pupils unknowingly turned a vivid red. Her canine teeth also became sharp.

Just like how Aiwass had performed the promotion ceremony at Crescent Moon Manor.

Transforming into number 14, drinking fine wine, turning oneself into a delicacy to be enjoyed by the Son of the Moon… Now, as the Son of the Moon, Aleister could also effortlessly sense this wonderful aroma–even through layers of flesh, she could smell like a hunter the wine-soaked blood.

The call from deep within her bloodline made Aleister suddenly feel an intense thirst.

Like having just finished exercising and sweating profusely. Amidst the growingly heavy breathing, she felt an itch arising in her throat. That slightly barbed tongue nimbly licking her upper jaw, could only spread that itchy dryness throughout her mouth.

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—-At that instant, Aleister immediately understood the true nature of the “White Dove Opera House.”

Why were there Bunny Girls in the opera house, and why so young and enthusiastic; why did the other guests feel fear and dare not approach when they saw her embraced by a Bunny Girl…

Because they were Blood Slaves. Even before Aleister got close, they had sensed the arrival of the Son of the Moon–The reason for their unfriendly attitude towards Lily was probably that they recognized Lily’s demeanor as “on-the-house drinks” that came with Aleister.

They are in the business of selling “drinks” for profit. Hence when they see a guest who brings their own “drinks,” even though they dare not take issue with the guest, they naturally do not treat their own “drinks” too well.

In other words, this is a modern gathering place for Sons of the Moon!

Aleister suddenly felt a sense of irony–she originally wanted to approach the Son of the Moon community of Star Antimony by eliminating a group of Hawkeyes as her initiation. Yet, as soon as she disembarked and randomly picked a place, she had directly intruded into a gathering of Sons of the Moon…

When Aleister was led into the hall, a young man in a white suit, quite handsome, hurried over.

From the slightly more reserved and dignified expressions of the two Bunny Girls, it was clear this man was their manager.

“Sir…”

He immediately came close to Aleister, then respectfully stepped back a few paces and bowed deeply to their group: “Honored guests, my apologies for not greeting you from afar. I am Gregg Vaul. May I ask how I should address the two sirs?”

“—-Aleister Crowley.”

Aleister replied with a light chuckle. Honey Badger, on the other hand, didn’t give him any attention, merely glancing at him and remaining silent. Clearly, his persona at this moment was no longer as Aleister’s butler–after all, Aleister was not a proper young lady, and he was not a proper butler. It was too easy to expose such a facade in front of such savvy individuals; it was better to not bother with acting.

The man obviously had heard the name, and upon hearing it, his face showed obvious surprise–a bewilderment that had not expected her to appear here. But then, unabashed ecstasy followed.

“Miss Crowley,” he took a couple steps closer and lowered his voice, “are you perhaps… looking for someone here?”

Hmm, here it comes.

Aleister hummed softly, her lips curling slightly upward.

She still remembered–at that ascension ceremony, she had seen a girl with the codename “Prohibition.” Her real identity was the master of Leipzig, the City of Knowledge, and the investor who was respectfully called Count Leipzig.

He was enthusiastic about investing in Transcendents, peddling his affections. He rarely made explicit demands on the other party, simply using his own terrifying wealth and his relationships in high society to continuously host banquets and increase investments, thereby deepening his “influence.”

Following the secret sign “Prohibition” had given her, Aleister casually replied: “Indeed, I would like to meet the male singer who performed here last month.”

“Ah, I’m truly sorry. We don’t have his contact information…”

Manager Vaul quickly responded.

Their conversation was not at all quiet, hence even the nearby travelers could hear it.

According to the subsequent dialogue, Aleister should say “He knows me, we became friends at a certain club,” and then Manager Vaul would hand Count Leipzig’s contact information to Aleister. The entire transaction process was all out in the open, without any secrecy, and certainly leaving no room for any liability.

But at this moment.

Behind Aleister, a calm and rational male voice suddenly said, “I have it.”

Manager Vaul’s expression immediately froze.

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