Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 151 The greater the power, the more beastmen one has.
Scarlett didn't cause any trouble; on the contrary, she did a good deed by putting out the fire.

The fire was quite large. Although it started backstage, the braziers and torches in the banquet hall caused a huge uproar. If it hadn't been extinguished in time, the entire theater might have been destroyed.

The disfigured male was Harrison, the stage host, who witnessed Scarlett rush into the flames. Although he did not stop her, they soon met again.

The fire spread so quickly that the entire wall was ablaze, and the edges of the door frame were charred and kept falling off.

A third of the people in the banquet hall were unable to leave, including Harrison, and they all huddled near the emergency exit, praying that the fire would be extinguished quickly.

At this time.

Scarlett kicked open the security door.

Peeking out, they found they were still in the banquet hall, so they immediately turned around and went somewhere else.

But the open door gave the rest of them a new way out.

There was no fire inside the door.

They filed in.

I saw Scarlett's back and was surprised to find that she was putting out a fire. The gun-like object in her hand sprayed water, and the fire was extinguished in an instant.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, everyone followed Scarlett and finally found a new exit, escaping danger.

Harrison's face was covered in soot from an accidental fall; he was safe and unharmed.

He took Scarlett to the top-floor office.

The antique-style office features desks and chairs made of fine ebony, with countless gold threads inlaid in the slender wood grain, giving it a calm, noble, and authoritative feel.

Sitting at the desk was an elderly man, around seventy years old, with a youthful face and white hair, dressed in a suit and tie, his hair neatly combed back, and his eyes exceptionally sharp and shrewd.

As soon as Scarlett entered the office, she was met with the old man's gaze.

His gaze was neither warm nor cold, yet it lingered for a long time.

Scarlett continued walking inside without making a sound.

“Great-Grandpa,” Harrison called out, then ran toward the old man.

The old man looked at his face and scolded, "Your face is all dirty. You don't even know to wash it before coming to see guests. You have no manners at all."

Harrison touched his face and laughed, "I was just in a hurry."

After saying that, he changed the subject and took the initiative to introduce the old man: "Great-grandfather, this is the savior I told you about. She saved me and the theater. Her name is..."

Harrison didn't ask Scarlett's name, and hesitated a bit when introducing her.

Scarlett added, "My name is Scarlett."

"Yes, her name is Scarlett."

Harrison then introduced Scarlett, "Scarlett, this is my great-grandfather, his name is Murgard, you can just call him Old Murgard, that's what we call him when we're working. Right, Old Murgard?"

Mergard smiled fondly, "Yes."

Mergard.

Scarlett knew his identity without even having to recall it.

The famous wealthy businessman of the town of Nofigar, the only male who stood out from the crowd of females, owns the entire Langton Street, and has shares in all the shops there.

The Yaranna Theater was founded by him; it was luxurious, extravagant, and offered the ultimate in enjoyment, exclusively for women.

Scarlett didn't dare to speak carelessly, so she smiled as instructed and called out, "Mr. Murgard."

Murgard turned his gaze to her again, his expression becoming more serious. "Are you a factory worker at Flü Manor?"

The bonfire party was held at the Ya'an Theatre, and it wasn't surprising that the theatre's owner knew her identity.

Scarlett nodded. "Yes."

"Thank you for saving Harrison."

Murgard grasped Harrison's hand, a shrewd glint in his eyes, and said with emotion, "He is my only bloodline. If something were to happen to him, I wouldn't know how to face his mother. Originally, I wanted to thank you properly, but I have some questions that I hope you can answer for me. It's not too late to thank you then."

“Great-grandfather?” Harrison was taken aback.

This is different from what was said.

Isn't it enough to find your savior, give her a large sum of money, and that's it? Why are you asking questions?
Murgard released Harrison's hand and said, "Go downstairs and see if there's anything else I can help with. I need to speak with Scarlett alone. Don't worry, I'll keep my promise to you."

Although Harrison was full of questions, he dared not disobey his great-grandfather. He nodded, glanced at Scarlett, and silently left the office, closing the door behind him.

Murgard's smile faded slightly, and he raised an eyebrow, saying kindly, "Little female, you are very brave. You weren't afraid of such a big fire. But there are a few things that this old man doesn't understand and wants to figure out. Please don't mind."

Scarlett knew what Murgard was going to ask and had prepared her answer, so she wasn't flustered at all.

But when facing a powerful elder, she still had to put on an act, since her character didn't have a high starting point; she was just a worker's daughter who rarely saw the world.

She first raised her eyes, glanced at Murgard with a sense of apprehension, her brows furrowing slightly before she cautiously spoke, "Please, may I ask?"

Murgard was pleased with Scarlett's nervousness, smiled kindly, and pointed at Scarlett's face, "First of all, can you take this off?"

Scarlett then remembered that she was still wearing a smoke mask.

He gave a dry laugh and quickly took it off.

Murgard looked at the smoke mask.

Scarlett understood, took two steps forward, and handed the smoke mask to Murgard. "Would you like to take a look?"

Mergard didn't take it, but asked directly, "This doesn't seem to be something from here."

Scarlett's smoke mask is a three-in-one device that protects against smoke, toxic substances, and provides oxygen.

In the era when gas masks were still in their infancy.

This is simply a fantasy.

Scarlett smiled slightly and readily admitted, "This is indeed not something from our world." "Oh."

Murgard picked up the smoke mask and examined it closely for a few moments. "Where did that come from?"

“An alien planet.” Scarlett blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with a touch of innocent charm.

Murgard narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowing. "Another planet?"

"Yeah. And my water gun too."

Scarlett took it out like a treasure and handed it to Murgard.

"and many more!"

Right now, Murgard wasn't concerned about which alien planet Scarlett had bought those two items from. Instead, he looked her up and down and exclaimed in shock, "Where did you get this water gun from?"

"On your body."

Scarlett raised her hand, took out a cloth and covered it. After a while, a palm-sized sphere bulged up under the cloth. Scarlett didn't pretend to be mysterious and simply lifted it, revealing a crystal ball crackling with electricity in her hand.

She said with an honest expression, "Besides being a factory worker at Flü Manor, I am also a low-key magician."

Murgard stared intently, blinking rapidly twice, finding the scene before him unbelievable. He forgot all the questions he wanted to ask, his mind filled with the thought that it was impossible!
He took out the peppermint oil, dripped two drops onto his hands, rubbed them together to warm them, and then massaged them onto his temples.

After calming down, he took out Scarlett's parents' information from the drawer, pointed to the information, and asked, "As far as I know, your mother was just a cotton plantation worker. You were uneducated and couldn't find a job, so you were forced to take over your mother's position. Where did you learn magic, and from which planet did you buy these things?"

"wrong."

Scarlett said seriously, "I still have my father."

"Father?"

Murgard looked down and saw the section on Scarlett's father. His gaze quickly moved down to find Scarlett's father's life story and profession.

Upon reading the text, he gasped, his brows furrowing so deeply they could trap a mosquito. "What the hell is this?!"

“That’s right! My father is an astronomer, scientist, writer, musician, magician, archaeologist, psychic, and he can use magic to communicate and trade with aliens.”

Scarlett recited her father's name with great pride: "As his daughter, I have perfectly inherited his mantle."

With every word Scarlett uttered, Murgard's head throbbed with pain.

To the end.

Mergard was not only headache-inducing, but also speechless.

He had initially thought Scarlett was from another world, but now it seemed he was wrong; she was a madwoman, just like her father, suffering from hysteria.

but.

Mergard quickly regained his composure, looked at the two items in his hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Then can you still continue to trade with aliens?"

Scarlett replied confidently, "Of course!"

He added, "But not today. I have to go back, get some sleep, and then I can trade in my dreams after midnight."

"In a dream?"

"Yes. They find them through psychic means, and then make the deal."

That's an interesting point.

Murgard smirked and said, "Then you can dream about it tonight, and show me your new stuff tomorrow."

"Row!"

Scarlett readily agreed, but the next second, she nervously said, "No, no, I have to work tomorrow."

"Oh!"

A wad of banknotes was thrown in front of Scarlett.

"As long as you can prove you can make deals with aliens, you can work here for 20,000 star coins a month," Mergard said.

Scarlett looked at the money, her brows relaxed, her eyes gleamed, and she eagerly took it in her hand. "Thank you, Mr. Murgard."

I counted them, and there were a full one hundred hundred-yuan bills!
Money.

It's all about money.

She beamed, then pushed her luck a bit further, "Mr. Murgard, I've also got my eye on a few other men. I'd like to buy them to be my beast mates. What do you think?"

"Several people?"

Murgard stared at her expressionlessly. "I didn't realize you were so small, yet you have such a big appetite."

Scarlett scratched the back of her head and said shyly, "Hehe, the greater the ability, the more beastmen you get."

Mergard: "..."

There is indeed a saying among females: after a male marries, he cannot easily show his face in public and can only rely on the female to support him. Therefore, the more males a female has, the more it demonstrates her ability to make money.

Mergard disliked this phrase; it was a constraint imposed on their masculinity by the times, and he felt like cursing every time he heard it.

After a few seconds of silence, suppressing the urge to curse, Murgard took a deep breath and promised, "If you can show me something else tomorrow, I'll give you not just a few people, but dozens."

"Could I take two with me as a deposit?"

"Do you think this is a vegetable market where you haggle over prices?"

Mergard slammed his fist on the table and roared.

Scarlett was so frightened that she backed away, but she raised her hand and handed over the banknotes. "Mr. Momogard, I...I'll pay. I don't want you to give it to me for free."

Murgard looked at the money in her hand, closed his eyes, and said, "Get out! Go downstairs and choose for yourself!"

If she's useless, he'll tear her to pieces, throw half into Lake Nega, and feed the other half to the dogs!
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