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

Chapter 164 Drawing Lots
After half an hour of discussion, Scarlett and her group temporarily attributed the reason they couldn't be exposed to the twelve wanted criminals.

Let's look at it from a different angle.

Like the other twelve people, they were all outsiders on this planet. Once exposed, they would probably be targeted first out of fear.

As Ashley and Brian said, they had no mental strength or weapons, so encountering them would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

It perfectly meets the requirement of "not revealing one's identity".

The general issues and tasks have been sorted out, and the tense atmosphere has gradually eased. The frowns and slight unease on everyone's faces have finally disappeared, and they have gradually become more relaxed.

Ashley, however, looked at Scarlett with a displeased expression and asked, "Scarlett, why did you agree to deliver the letter?"

Isn't it supposed to be kept private? Why go through all that trouble to help unimportant people?
Scarlett hadn't brought up the issue of trust yet, but Ashley asked, and she brought it up on the spot.

After briefly recounting the events surrounding the "letter," Scarlett answered Ashley's question: "Because I know one of the people in it."

Scarlett took out the letters, picked out one of them, and placed it face down on the coffee table without opening it. She pointed to the recipient's name and address and said, "Louise, 533 Mind Street."

“I know this person. She is a security guard who patrols the A1 to A5 blocks of Dock Street.”

Scarlett looked at Ashley, "She is the mistress of Cresshi. When I talked to her, she had a very good personality and was approachable. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would easily abandon her beast husband. Perhaps people have two sides, and I can't say for sure what kind of person she is, so I wanted to use this as an excuse to get closer to her."

"Why get close?" Ashley understood, but not quite.

Riley picked up a letter, shone it in the simple chandelier of the living room, and said, "Don't forget, our first mission is to find the twelve wanted criminals."

Riley pointed, and Ashley immediately snapped to attention. "You suspect Louisa is one of the wanted criminals?"

“I don’t know either. But the information on the law enforcement bulletin board shows that these twelve wanted criminals escaped from the interstellar prison six months ago. The longest the males have stayed in the underground hall happens to be six months. It’s possible that they might be impersonating other people and living here.”

Scarlett neither admitted nor denied it. She glanced at the letter again and said, "Moreover, I found a rather special piece of information. Although the males' clothes were old, the fabric was very good. Their female masters mostly lived in the relatively wealthy areas of the town of Nofigar."

Scarlett's gaze was deep and her expression solemn. "I want to go and see how their mistress is doing now, and also to get some information."

Scarlett didn't say it explicitly, but the others present, through her conversation with Ashley, keenly noticed a few key words and exchanged knowing glances.

"But Scarlett, aren't you afraid of being exposed by doing this?" Chi Ye asked worriedly.

Scarlett smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've made sure everything is in place."

“What perfect solution?” Brian blinked at her.

Scarlett raised an eyebrow and said in a pretentious tone, "A character with a mysterious aura and flaws that they can manipulate."

Ashley, puzzled, exclaimed, "Huh?"

Riley understood immediately and praised, "Mistress, you're so clever."

He explained to Ashley, “Scarlett saved the eight of us. Whatever her motives, her actions were definitely questionable, and she would have attracted attention even if she hadn’t done anything else. If Scarlett had attracted their attention with other values ​​while doing these things, and exposed her weaknesses so they would feel they could control her, then even if she was exposed, they wouldn’t have done anything to her.”

"Why?" Chi Ye still didn't understand.

Holster said, "A person who is valuable to you and whom you can control will be liked by many people, even if that person is an enemy. They will not easily make a move until they have squeezed out all the value from you."

Chi Ye understood a little now and pondered the sentence carefully.

Holster looked at the letter. "So many letters. I'll go with you to deliver them tomorrow."

Mo Ting, not wanting to be overshadowed by Holster, retorted, "You call that a lot? I can handle it all by myself. Scarlett, I'll take you tomorrow, you can just play around on the side."

Zheko watched coldly, not intending to speak, but seeing so many letters with different addresses, he said calmly, "I'll go too."

Mo Ting was taken aback and turned to look at him. Before he could speak, Chi Ye, who had finished thinking, chimed in, "I'm going too. I want to protect Scarlett."

He pounded his solid chest and said confidently, "Don't worry, even without mental power, I can take on ten of them at once!"

Riley didn't participate in "delivering the mail," focusing instead on organizing the letters piled on the coffee table.

Brian looked left and right.

If he could fly, he could deliver messages much faster, but since he can't fly now, he has no competitive advantage.

Never mind, I'll just state my opinion first: "I'll send one too."

Seeing everyone else giving gifts, Ashley didn't want to be left behind, so he said, "I'll go too."

Ashley nudged Tyron's arm and asked, "Are you going?"

Tyron was surprised that anyone would remember him under these circumstances. He raised his eyes and met Ashley's clear eyes.

He hesitated, not saying a word; he really didn't want to participate in this ignorant and boring game.

So he turned his gaze to Scarlett.

Scarlett was caught in the middle between Murdoch and Holster, torn between the two.

His eyes widened suddenly, agreeing with this person's statement, but his smile turned bitter as he was forced to agree with another person's reasoning.

Every now and then, others would chime in, offering grander insights and discussing the philosophy of delivering messages with Scarlett. Scarlett forced a smile, nodding frequently, her smile more like a grimace.

The more you try to be impartial, the less impartial you become.

Seeing such a comical scene, Tyron couldn't help but chuckle, gripping the orange in his hand, inhaling its fragrant aroma, and said nonchalantly, "Let's see what Scarlett decides."

Scarlett was surprised by everyone's interest in delivering the letter, and they even shared their plans and routes, so detailed that they could write a "College Student Employment Guide".

The conversation was a bit chaotic and dense, and Scarlett couldn't keep up. Instead, their constant chatter made her head spin, and she felt disoriented.

She composed herself, waved her hand, and said loudly, "Quiet, quiet! The most important thing right now isn't delivering the message, it's getting some sleep!"

She pointed to the pitch-black sky outside the window, "It's too late, I want to sleep!"

If Scarlett had brought up other topics, people probably wouldn't have stopped talking, but as soon as she said the word "sleep," everyone tacitly shut up.

"Scarlett, you can sleep, but how about we assign rooms?" Mo Ting looked at Scarlett with a meaningful gaze.

Scarlett paused for a moment, then quietly moved her feet and said softly, "Of course I'll sleep in the master bedroom, and you..."

Scarlett paused deliberately, revealing an ambiguous expression, her gentle gaze sweeping across the faces of the beastmen one by one, before abruptly changing her tone: "You can arrange your own rooms, I don't care!"

She tried to run away as soon as she finished speaking.

Mo Ting had already seen through Scarlett's little scheme. He grabbed her, pulled her arm, and dragged her back to her seat. "Scarlett, you are the mistress. You are in charge of arranging our rooms. Don't even think about running away."

Scarlett said awkwardly, "No need, you're not children anymore. Do adults have to decide who gets assigned rooms?"

Chi Ye smiled slightly and said nonchalantly, "Yes."

Scarlett: “…”

Riley smiled and said, "Your Highness... Scarlett, although none of us have mental power, our abilities and acuity are still at a top level, which can protect you. It will be safer to sleep together."

"Sleep together?" Scarlett looked a little confused, her gaze becoming unfocused.

Riley said calmly, "The Zerg."

Scarlett was stunned. "The Zerg can appear here too?"

Will they come along with the world from a hundred years ago?

Riley said, "I'm not sure about that, but we have to be prepared."

Scarlett thought about it and agreed, so she didn't dwell on it too much. After all, they were both her beastly husbands, so sleeping together wasn't a big deal.

Last time she chose Savior because she wanted to learn more about B095 star through him. Who will she choose this time?
Besides, they're not staying here for just one day; wouldn't it be bad if they slept with the same person the whole time?
Scarlett's mind always has an extra layer of thought when it comes to sleeping.

Seeing that she was hesitant to make a decision, Holster suggested, "Scarlett, how about this? There are six rooms here. We'll arrange for two people to keep watch in the living room every night, and one person to protect you. That way, there will be enough rooms, and you won't have to worry about uneven distribution."

“Okay.” Scarlett completely agreed with Holst’s suggestion.

As for who keeps watch every night and who protects Scarlett, two options are proposed to ensure fairness.

Either by drawing lots or according to rank.

As the legitimate husband, Mo Ting prefers the second one.

As the female lead, Scarlett decides to draw lots!

Eight slips of paper, each with the number one to eight written on it, were crumpled into a ball and thrown into a box.

Number One protects Scarlett, Number Two and Number Three keep watch.

The next day, number two would protect Scarlett, and numbers three and four would keep watch, and so on. There was no need to draw lots every day.

Scarlett shook herself while silently praying: Please don't let me run into Mo Ting right away, please give me a few more days to adjust.

Ideally, it would be Chi Ye, or Holst, Ashley would also be fine.

Please, please.

Scarlett shook the box for a long time before finally putting it down. "Go ahead and draw!"

Mo Ting was the first. After finishing the draw, he held it in his hand for a moment and then slowly opened it.

Scarlett stood next to him, craning her neck to see the numbers on the crumpled paper.

Mo Ting was a little nervous. His palms were sweating profusely when he opened it, and his fingertips were so wet that he could not hold the edge of the paper ball. He had to try to open it several times before he could.

Wait until he completely unfolds the crumpled paper.

Two gasps of surprise came from beside me.

(End of this chapter)