My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

A colleague consoled him, "There's no need to get angry with a bunch of secret record keepers. Just be patient."

"Will things get better if you endure it?"

"No, I mean you get used to it after enduring it for a long time."

The woman covered her heart, unable to bear it.

This damn secret place.

Noita stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two, and looked at them sideways with some surprise.

It seems that they are not from the secret realm.

Chapter 188: Lend me your identity, thank you

Soulless puppets follow the rules, travelers from outside of dreams wander alone, and on the circular stage, audience and actors become indistinguishable from each other.

You stealthily explore the secrets of the underground black market, paying a price to infiltrate the guard camp, only to discover it's far larger than it appears. You encounter a group of people who, unlike anything recorded in the secret realm, possess souls and come from the outside world. It's clear they hold secrets.

Outsider.

Noita kept his distance and looked carefully at the two people in the office.

One is a halfling, thin, only half the height of a person, his feet cannot touch the floor when sitting on a chair, he has pointed ears, and his eyes are slightly larger than the normal eyelid proportions.

One was an older woman in her thirties, slightly plump, and spoke with a touch of humor.

Most of the conversations between the two were about complaining about the vampire clerk's inhumanity.

Noita carefully checked the documents on the table, and learned from their complaints that the vampires had a cooperative relationship with the forces they belonged to, and basically lived in this black market. Since some of the goods were provided by their forces, they had to reconcile the accounts every month.

The vampires either delayed with various excuses or deliberately wrote incoherently to confuse them.

This makes every reconciliation difficult.

As for this underground black market, it was originally run by the Hibiscus clan, and they later took over and expanded it, formalizing the black market, increasing the types of goods sold, and providing a venue to allow desperadoes to post and accept commissions.

The senior man comforted the halfling, "You'll get used to it. The higher-ups will take care of this matter later. I just hope Ms. Lilitu won't vent her anger on us."

When mentioning Ms. Lilitu, the old man was very secretive and even lowered his voice, as if Ms. Lilitu was a particularly scary person.

The halfling was equally silent, hopping off the stool and heading outside.

You will be fined anyway, so it’s better not to damage your brain cells.

The veteran gave them a thumbs-up in encouragement, and they walked forward along the winding gray-white passage. Noita followed behind, wanting to see where they were going and what kind of surprises this underground black market could bring her.

On the way, Noita touched the cold and hard wall with his palm. It was as cold as granite, but natural granite would not grow into the shape of a corridor. It was cast from some material that Noita did not recognize.

There were also vampires patrolling in the corridor, but their expressions were not as strict as when they patrolled outside. They were very casual and even greeted people.

Walking along the corridor, Noita suddenly heard a noisy sound. She quietly approached and found that the source of the sound was a cafeteria outside the building where many people were having meals.

The ultimate destination of the older women and halflings is the cafeteria. They can eat there by going to the end of the corridor and then going down the stairs.

This was obviously not a canteen belonging to vampires, because Noita smelled garlic. With her keen sense of smell, she easily analyzed the recipes of the canteen's dishes.

Noita stopped and stopped following them.

She stopped by a window and looked down at her surroundings.

Here, probably in the middle of the deep camp, you can still see many patrolling vampire guards and wolfhounds. They check many places very carefully, but they choose to avoid the area where the cafeteria is. They stand in the distance and take a quick look at the cafeteria, and then they consider the patrol as over - fried pork with garlic is still too stimulating for vampires.

Considering the conflicts between this group of people from outside the secret realm and the vampires, Noita suspected that they were deliberately frying garlic to disgust the vampires.

There are four large houses connected together in front, and suspended corridors connect these houses. Through the windows, you can see people coming and going in the houses, each busy with their own things.

Noita floated silently towards the houses, preparing to capture some people of higher status to inquire about the situation.

She wandered the corridors and soon found a diligent employee working alone in an office. She was wearing a valuable silk robe, had a fierce face, a strong physique, and the word "exile" was tattooed on her face.

Remotely sensing his strength, it was less than the second level.

It was decided that it was her.

After choosing the target, Noita approached quietly and knocked her unconscious with a slap.

When the unfortunate employee woke up in a daze, he found that the environment had changed drastically. He was still in the utility room with his hands and feet tied. It was dark all around, with only a few fluorescent objects emitting a faint green light.

The employee struggled hard, but the rope was tied in a very tricky way, leaving her with no room to exert any strength.

His mouth was sealed, so he couldn't shout for help.

After struggling in panic to no avail, she finally thought of looking around.

However, as soon as she raised her head, her brain went blank due to shock, and she fainted briefly due to extreme fear.

Noita, who had stolen the person's identity by declaring her identity, approached doubtfully and kicked the person's leg to wake her up.

Only the employee woke up, and when he saw the dark figure standing in front of him, staring at his face, he shuddered and convulsed, shaking uncontrollably.

Noita's appearance at this moment reminded her of the horror stories she had told during casual conversation, and tears of fear suddenly flowed uncontrollably.

"Don't cry."

Her own voice coming from someone else's mouth made her feel even more desperate, but she actually stopped crying and wailing.

Noita moved her fingers slightly, and the psychic wind tore the velvet out of the woman's mouth.

"Sir, please let me go. I am burdened with sin, and my soul tastes terrible. If you are truly hungry, I can offer my servant to you. She is a virgin who has never killed anyone, and her body is free of sin. Her soul is pure and delicious. If you wish to taste her, I am willing to lead her out."

Feeling that the cloth that blocked her speech was gone, the woman burst out with a strong desire to survive. She immediately begged for mercy and even betrayed her subordinates in exchange for her life.

She seemed to misunderstand Noita as some kind of soul-eating monster.

Noita sneered, raised her finger, and the woman was lifted up by the solidified air, forcing her to look directly at the face that once belonged to her.

"Let's play a game. I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them. I'll enumerate your past sins. If you answer one wrong, I'll swallow your soul whole."

The woman swallowed and replied tremblingly, "Yes, yes, please go ahead."

"Name……"

……

Noita walked out of the utility room in the image of Sarah, closed the door gently, and walked towards the workstation.

The interrogation went smoothly, and with the woman's cooperation, Noita obtained the information he wanted.

The woman is called Sarah, from Reflection of the World, and is illiterate.

She didn't even know what the Reflection of the World was, only that she had always lived in a world where everything was black and white, with only a few creatures still showing color. Based on her description, Noita deduced that she came from the Reflection of the World, because only the Reflection of the World was a black and white scene.

As for why Sarah came here, she said that because of her bravery and aggressiveness, she killed someone and was sentenced to exile by the city where she lived. During her exile, she was kidnapped and sold as a slave. After changing hands several times, she was bought by a powerful force and sent here to work.

Because she was a professional and aggressive, she fought for a position.

But still illiterate.

Noita sat back at her workstation and looked expressionlessly at the document Sarah had been working on. She then realized where the document came from. It was just a half-finished self-review, with a completed copy placed in front of it.

The handwriting on the completed work is neat and beautiful, while the handwriting on the unfinished review is extremely ugly.

It seems that Sarah was just copying the self-criticism when she worked so hard before.

Chapter 189 A Pity

Noita paced quietly in the office, searching for clues about the power behind the scenes from the pile of documents as dense as snowflakes. She was the only one in the office at the moment, and there was no surveillance equipment in the room. The table full of documents was just waiting for her to search carefully.

She only needs to open the file at random, and the log will record the contents simultaneously, so that she can savor them later.

Sarah's image is that of an illiterate person. She doesn't care even if someone catches her slacking off at work. According to her confession, her daily work has been handed over to her subordinates, and her job on weekdays is to urge her subordinates to exercise their subjective initiative.

After quickly recording all the documents, Noita returned to his seat to check the unfinished review.

Based on the beautifully written complete version and Sarah's oral account in the utility room, Noita learned the reason for the apology. Sarah was punished for her unbecoming appearance and improper behavior. Originally, this offense would have been punished by tattooing her face, but considering Sarah's excellent work performance, Lady Lilitu mercifully erased the punishment and only required her to write a handwritten apology, thus putting the matter behind her.

Sarah, who couldn't read a single word, could only ask her subordinates to write for her, and she would copy them by imitation.

According to the penal regulations formulated by Lord Lilitu, the most severe crimes are indecent, crude and vulgar appearances, and the most serious ones can be escalated to capital punishment.

Even murdering a colleague would be a far lesser crime than this.

Noita picked up the pen and imitated Sarah's handwriting to add the last part, but as she wrote, she found that Sarah's big characters were natural and she couldn't imitate her handwriting no matter how hard she tried.

Seeing that there was no one around, Noita gritted her teeth, took off her shoes and socks, held the pen with her feet to write a self-criticism, and finally imitated the essence of Sarah.

After she started writing, she picked up the paper and pen and threw them on the table, looking into the distance at the deepest palace. It was a palace completely carved out of the earth, as deep as the abyss, and faintly exuded a terrifying aura that could take one's soul away.

The power contained therein made Noita shudder with fear, which meant that the person living in the palace was at least an extraordinary person.

The Adventurer's Association provided general information about the Wild Dream City during this period, among which the extraordinary high-end combat power was the top priority.

Noita remembered very clearly that there were only four extraordinary people in Huangmeng City during this period, two drow, one vampire, and one human. They were all staying in the core area. The extraordinary people of the vampire clan even lived in the family and did not dare to move rashly.

This was the territory of the Blood Clan, and that Transcendent couldn't possibly belong to the Drow or the Humans. Transcendents of the Blood Clan were required to reside within the clan and were afraid to act rashly, so they needed to be excluded. The Transcendent within the palace could only be a visitor from outside the secret realm.

They joined forces with the vampires and stationed here.

This is the base camp for visitors from outside, at least one of them.

As for the name Lilitu, Noita had a recollection of it. It was the name of a demon, fond of scheming and intrigue, seemingly a superior race to the succubus. Noita couldn't recall exactly what it liked or did, because the Lilitu she encountered in the game were rarely able to block her sword. If it weren't for her eyeless face, she wouldn't even remember what Lilitu looked like.

However, since they are a superior race to succubi, they probably also enjoy pleasure.

Pretending to glance at the palace unintentionally, Noita sat back in his seat, pretending to be asleep, and logged into Mencheng to contact Shuangmeng.

Frost Dream Online.

After turning on the synesthesia beacon, Noita's message box was flooded with messages from Roshivia.

The last time we chatted was a week ago, and Luo Xiweiya would send messages every day on time to ask about my safety and recent situation.

When checking the chat messages, you can even see Luo Xiweiya switching to the [Light Bearer] account's greeting, and the first thing she says is "I heard from Meimei that you didn't reply to her messages."

It's a bit heavy.

Glancing at the chat history, she suddenly saw that the messages that originally filled the screen were frantically withdrawn, and in the blink of an eye all the messages disappeared without a trace.

Luo Xiweiya quickly sent a chat room message, almost causing Noita to click on the wrong button. Now exchanging information with Shuangmeng was the top priority. She ignored Luo Xiweiya's spell and quickly sent an invitation to Shuangmeng.

The chat room opens.

Frost Dream, whose ID is Bitter Melon Coffee, made a brilliant appearance and said softly, "I'm back at the residence. How are you doing over there?"

"There's a large space hidden behind the underground black market camp, which is at least one of the bases of the mastermind. Hiding inside is a transcendent being, possibly a demon. If the Abyss is stirring up trouble behind the scenes, I'm afraid things won't be any easier than if the Dreamland spontaneously expelled the outsider."

The Abyss is a planar structure built by several demigods, attached to the surface of the world, and is home to war machines called demons.

The Abyss is cruel and ruthless, keen on spreading chaos and stirring up the world. It has an excellent compatibility with Typhon's Dream, both of which are destructive.

If it interferes with dreams, the future of the association and even the Serkar people will go in an unpredictable direction.

Shuang Meng frowned: "You want to stay in the black market for a while?"

"Yes, there is a team formed by the people behind the scenes. Maybe I can find out some information."

"How's the security? Do you need me to make some noise to attract your attention?"

"Keep going at your own pace. Your goals don't need to change because of me. If things develop to the point of no return, you only need to carry out your decision and don't have to worry about me."

"I will."

Frost Dream's gentle gaze swept across Noita's cheek, paused for a moment, and then logged off and left.

After sending Frost Dream away, Noita had some time to check on the news about Roshivia.

Adele also sent greetings, and Noita replied with a message that everything was fine, and would send a spell to Roshivia later.

Agreed in seconds.

In the warm fireplace hut, Roshivia sat demurely on the sofa with a pile of clothes on her lap.

She smiled and said, "Miss Witch seems to be very busy lately."

Luo Xiweiya was as graceful as a secretary vulture, and her tone was neither hurried nor slow, as if everything was under control.

If Noita hadn't seen the miracle of Roshivia's retreat in one second and seven seconds, she might have been deceived by her.

Noita raised an eyebrow: "I met some enemies. What's the matter, Meimei is worried about me?"

Ever since Roshivia confessed to her, she was no longer as naive as a witch, but spoke to Roshivia in a normal tone.

You can’t play dumb after the box is opened.