We humans are so awesome.

"Grena!" Sylvia interrupted Zhuo Er rudely, "Stop talking, I believe what Mr. Don Juan said!"

"That's good." Don Juan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Besides, sexual orientation is Don Juan's own privacy, and it is up to him to make it public or not. You are so keen on exposing other people's privacy, why don't you disclose your true identity?

Sylvia turned around and looked at Don Juan with an encouraging look: "It's okay, I still don't know that you are gay."

"…It's getting late, let's sign the contract first." This was all Don Juan could say in the end.

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After the contract was signed and Grena was sent away, Don Juan finally had the opportunity to be alone with his female assistant.

It was obvious that Sylvia and Grena had a special relationship. Don Juan was really curious about what kind of grudge there was between them, but before he could ask, Sylvia took the initiative to talk about the topic.

"Sir, do you know how many types of drow can be divided into?"

As a devil from hell, Don Juan certainly would not be unaware of this point of knowledge.

There are currently two main types of drow active in Hell and the human world, namely the Lolth faction and the Vreven faction.

At least 90% of the drow believe in Rose. They hate all men and believe that all the sufferings women endure are caused by the oppression of men. Their ultimate goal is to restore their past glory and establish a society where women enslave men.

The remaining less than 10% are disciples of Virivin. These drow adhere to the principle of gender equality. They speak out for women in various fields and try their best to obtain benefits for women in all aspects from childbirth to work.

"The views of the Rose faction are too radical. Radical views can appeal to the people, but they will never achieve anything. The Viravin faction is too short-sighted. The benefits they fight for can benefit women in the short term, but they are not conducive to women's development in the long run. The future of the drow, and even women, still depends on the people of Eilistraee!"

After criticizing the other two factions, Sylvia stopped talking, her face flushed, and she looked at Don Juan expectantly, as if to say "Ask quickly".

Don Juan would not be so ignorant, and he took responsibility to make a joke: "Iristri? So what are your ideas?"

"We want equal opportunity, not equal treatment. Our goal is to promote equal education for men and women, and then to compete fairly when opportunities come. Gender differences in competition should not be used as a determining factor. The key is the difference in personal ability."

A fire truck roared past, and Sylvia listened to the urgent sirens and gave another example.

"Just like applying for a job as a firefighter, a woman can certainly be rejected, but the reason for being rejected should be because she does not meet the physical requirements, not because she is a woman."

"Well said!" Don Juan couldn't help but applaud the girl's words.

He could almost understand that what the Ilithyri sect pursued was not equality between men and women, but the blurring of gender differences. Their ideal society was a just society that measured purely on personal ability.

"Do you think it's great too?" Sylvia smiled as she received the praise. "Then, as the matriarch of the Iristry faction, I want to cooperate with you to deal with Grena together."

"Well, it's not appropriate for me to get involved in the conflict between you drow people, right?" Don Juan instinctively wanted to refuse, he didn't want to get into trouble.

Sylvia did not give up and continued to stare at Don Juan.

"Grena is not a drow at all. He is just a profiteer who sneaked in. He puts profit first in everything he does. If he is allowed to continue to exploit women like this, women will still bear the cost in the end. And if Grena changes her identity at that time, she may become the vanguard of the drow."

"This is a serious matter. I need to think about it." Don Juan still tried to refuse, but soon he thought of another question, "By the way, how many people are there in your faction?"

If there are enough people and they can provide strong support, then it is not impossible to consider it. Grena is too greedy. It would be better if she can be eliminated after the matter is resolved.

Sylvia looked out the window unnaturally and replied hesitantly: "The number of people is not important, the difference in ability is what matters..."

This gave Don Juan an idea: "How many are there? One hundred, fifty?"

"…I am the only one currently alive in the world."

really!

Don Juan should have guessed it long ago: if he could only choose one, the distant and uncertain future or the current benefits that are within his reach, is there any need to ask which one would be more popular?

Chapter 46 Admit

Don Juan finally agreed to Sylvia's request. He only had such a capable subordinate, and he couldn't let him down.

Of course, the cooperation with Grena cannot be interrupted either.

"This is to paralyze the enemy so as to break through the enemy's fortress from the inside!" This is how Don Juan explained his intention.

As for when to break through, it requires an appropriate opportunity, perhaps several months or even years later. Didn’t the Trojan War last for a full ten years before the Trojan Horse plan worked?

After comforting his female assistant with these words, Don Juan waited for another three days and finally received good news from Grena.

He took Sylvia into the Tower Hotel and opened the door of Conference Room No. 1 under the guidance of the staff.

The first person that came into view was Grena. The drow mistress was wearing a white robe and sitting in the first seat. Her fat face was illuminated by the bright window behind her, emitting a faint glow, and she looked particularly solemn and dignified.

Beside Grena, there were twelve female humans, some sitting and some standing, with different expressions and attire.

"You've come just in time!" Seeing Don Juan, Grena bowed to show her welcome, "Please take a seat, the trial is about to begin!"

"Judge? What right do you have to judge others?"

Grena turned a deaf ear to Sylvia's muttering. After the guests were seated, he raised his index finger and tapped lightly on the conference table.

The entourage beside him immediately understood and shouted loudly.

"Bring in prisoner number one!"

The man who entered from the side door was wearing a purple printed shirt and pants of similar light purple. He had a pair of round sunglasses hanging nonchalantly on his face, and a thick gold chain swayed with his steps, giving him a very hip-hop vibe.

Of course Don Juan recognized this bard named Nash. He had also appeared in the previous "Let's Race, Brother" program, and he was the most famous among them, so he was definitely inseparable from the program.

Nash seemed not to see Don Juan. He just raised his hand exaggeratedly and greeted Grena warmly.

"Long time no see, Sister Grena."

"Who is your sister?" Grena's face was stern, and her voice was vast and powerful, as if carrying an irresistible force. "Nash, do you think you can reduce your guilt by saying a few nice words?"

"Guilt? What guilt?"

Nash was caught off guard by Greiner. He heard from his agent that Greiner had an appointment and thought she was here to introduce a new girl, but he didn't expect her to be a show of power from the start.

Besides, he doesn’t seem to have done anything out of the ordinary recently?

Nash fell into deep thought, and then his expression suddenly became panic-stricken.

"Could it be? That's impossible. I was obviously doing it very secretly?!"

"Have you forgotten? Just yesterday, you raped a 17-year-old girl, you beast, she isn't even an adult yet!" Grena slammed the table, feeling extremely grief-stricken.

"Yesterday..." Nash breathed a sigh of relief and regained his smile. "You must be mistaken, Sister Grena. I was drunk the night before yesterday and slept at home all day yesterday."

"You still dare to quibble. It seems that you won't admit it unless the witness comes out!"

Just as Greina finished her words, a girl in pink walked into the conference room. She looked haggard and pitiful, and she kept wiping away tears.

"It's you, Nash! I really didn't know you would do such a thing. I don't know what I did wrong to be tortured by you. I'm only seventeen years old!"

"No way, there's no way I could possibly touch someone like you...wait."

Nash felt that the girl looked familiar, but he was a little unsure. He took out a portable magic storage mobile terminal from his pocket, called up the photo library, and compared them. Only then did he feel relieved.

"Yes, you must be mistaken, I didn't touch you!"

"Is there any evidence?" Grena asked coldly.

Nash was speechless, not knowing what to do.

How can this be proved? Unless he can produce a certificate issued by an authoritative institution to prove that he was born a eunuch or was born with developmental disabilities.

"In this case, I can only choose to believe the witness. After all, women will not joke about their innocence!"

Grena nodded to the girl, who sat down sobbing and took the mobile terminal handed to her by the person next to her.

"I will post a post on [Acid Splash] to accuse you of your atrocities and let everyone know that you are a rapist!"

"And I, and the Drow Organization, must bring justice to her."

As soon as Grena finished speaking, the other women in the conference room raised their keyboards in unison.

"See? All the drow here are well-known publishers of [Acid Splash]. As long as we work together, your deeds will soon spread throughout the world!"

Nash's knees went weak and he fell to the ground.

If he did that, he would be doomed.

The first to react will definitely be the investors who hired him as an endorsement. Compared to clearing his name, it is easier to change a spokesperson, and they can also pursue compensation for damages by claiming that their reputation has been damaged.

His fans won't bother to maintain him either. Almost all of his fans are women, and women will of course help women.

Moreover, if the matter gets out of hand, it will definitely alert the authorities. When they investigate, the whole matter will be exposed, and you may have to spend the rest of your life in prison.

and many more!

Nash finally remembered why he felt the girl looked familiar.

"You, I remember you. You performed at the club a few days ago, right? I didn't order you! Ms. Grena, she is not innocent in the first place!"

"So what?" Grena slammed the table and stood up. "Does the victim have to be perfect? ​​Or does the person who works in the club deserve to be raped by you?"

Don Juan knew it was his turn to come on stage.

He walked up to Nash and helped him up.

"Ms. Grena is just too concerned about women's rights, so she is inevitably a little anxious. Don't worry too much, I will persuade her!"

Nash looked at Don Juan with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, thank you, I treated you like this before, but you..."

"Hey, let bygones be bygones." Don Juan took out a stack of papers from his bag. "By the way, take a look at this contract. What do you think? Can you sign it? No coercion. It's purely voluntary!"

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After driving away the distraught Nash, Grena looked at Sylvia.

"You see, as a drow matron, my power is limitless. I can decide a person's fate with just a few words."

"They are just a bunch of scum who already have stains on their faces!" Sylvia was not willing to give in and continued to fight back. "If it were someone else, even a talented bard, the result would definitely be very different."

"Perhaps." Grena flipped through the roster. "It just so happens that prisoner number two is a talented bard who has been in the profession for twenty years. Bring him up!"

When the visitor walked into the conference room, she pronounced the verdict without saying a word.

"You are guilty!"

"I am guilty, I am guilty!"

Prisoner No. 2 knelt on the ground without hesitation and confessed repeatedly.

"How can I make up for my sins?"