The DarkHole Laboratory

Infiltrate

Braxton and Willow are summoned to Troto's room and there they are introduced to the Trudy Clan, Marlyn also has the Raflesia Mermaid Clan.

Zale has already informed Braxton of his big meeting decision. Cooperation agreement approved. And Troto invited them to dinner.

They come out of Troto's room, but Willow insists on staying, seeing a woman who looks familiar with Troto at a large meeting. 

"You're not Flesi, the old Paloma entertainer?" Willow is not a pleasant-natured person. He also showed his dislike for this woman in front of Troto.

The woman that Willow had just learned from the mermaid race snorted. The corner of his lips rose, underestimating Willow. He rested his back on Troto's soft sofa. Willow's words humbled him.

"Comforter?" Gumannya.

Willow still looks relaxed. He approached Troto and sat on the lap of the man, not knowing his shame.

He wants to show if the Troto is his, for now. And no one should dare to touch her while she still belongs to him.

Raflesia is not a woman who is afraid just because of Willow's garbage bluff. He stood up and approached Troto. "I don't mind you playing with him, I'll wait for my place tonight" he lowered his head and whispered provokingly. 

Raflesia gripped Troto's chin, loosened it and peeked at the man's apple adam. Then kiss his lips that were reciprocated deeper by Troto.

And Willow was just watching, he was smiling obliquely, he reached out and stroked Raflesia's wavy hair, tilting her head madly he joined the fondle.

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Alamira took off her headscarf, she took out a yellow capsule and chewed it with a flat gaze. The rage of hatred mixed with vengeance lingered in his heart. He almost died. And all because of Willow and Braxton.

The man who does not know is lucky. Turning to Zale and the Guapo clan to enter the underworld, Willow must have told Braxton that the High Majesty was fighting with the Clan.

The body of the Alamira was shaken violently. 

"WOW!" 

His hand muscles poked, black blood flowed in his blood, his hands stiffened with elongated nails, his teeth became tapered and his hair turned silvery.

The pain was visible from the muscles of his temples that also poked resisting unbearable pain. Also his eyes turned red. 

"Hhh, haarrghhh, hhh,hhh" his breath seemed to be blocked, he clasped the cloth of his coat, lowered his head, it felt like his heart was squeezed tightly to the point of disintegration.

"HHAAARGHH" he shouted, his body curving backwards. With his hands spread stiffly on both sides of his body. Done it.

His legs retreated backwards, limp, the pain disappeared without a trace, which left behind only a wild heartbeat as well as sweat drenching his forehead.

A snort of relief came out from his lips. It bit the tip of the lip until fresh blood flowed out, Alamira sucked her own blood.

For the lower world race to turn themselves into another race it was very painful, because the merging of the two races could become poison and kill them.

Very different from the human body, the merging of humans with the race of the underworld did not have much effect. It may have only minor effects, such as dizziness or a racing heart. 

Because the scent of humans was not as strong as the scent that the underworld race had. The pain they felt was to hide the scent of their original race and thicken the scent of the new race entering into their bodies from the merging of that race.

The capsule he had swallowed earlier was an antidote that would reduce by half the death effect of the merging of the two races. Half by drinking blood mixed with antidotes.

Alamira rubbed the remaining blood at the corner of her lips. His eyes sharpened, he walked into the village of the Guapo clan.

Guapo residents welcomed the verdict. They all discussed the same thing, "Finally after a long time" the chatter from the bar table.

Klink!

The sound of the bar door opening, Alamira went inside. He will find accommodation. He took a seat at the bar table, "Bir" as the bartender questioned him.

"I've had enough of them always being the tallest"

"Doubtful, because it became one of the villages with a collection of many clans in line with the Phoenix Way. Totally nauseating"

"Please" the bartender handed Alamira a bottle of cold beer. He widens his ears. The bar is the right place early to find out what is happening somewhere.

"You signed up?" The mustachioed man asked his friend with tidy hair. "It's the weapons section,"

"I know you won't miss this attack, he said tomorrow the village will be tightened, they won't let intruders in like that" the moustache sipped its drink.

Alamira listened to the two men chat. Lucky for him to be in the village.

"Do you know when the war started?" Alamira petrified, his hands no longer twirled his beer bottle hearing the neat hair. "Not yet, still in preparation, but it seems that before the coronation of the King and Queen, the grapevine I heard.

Alamira put the bag near her beer bottle and walked out of the bar. He's looking for lodging and will send a message to Jacklyn to be delivered to Hilton.

He would send a magic bird, and bring a letter to Jacklyn and if found by the Guapo side his letter would be read like a love letter would not be suspicious.

It's a habit lovers do in the underworld, delivering letters using magic birds.

In the letter he told me what he found in the bar. About the assault that the Guapo Clan was going to make.

He opened his window and flew the magic bird. But strict guard has been carried out tonight, of course all correspondence dismissed.

The Alamira magic bird is netted in an electric net. It covers the village of Guapo Clan. The Braxton company's.

The night grew late as the letter-bearer magic birds one after another fell into the electric net.

Robot jar in charge of collecting the magic birds.

Alamira bar Zale subscription. He had learned of Zale's habit of coming and becoming a subscription to the bar.

It turned out to be an exclusive bar, where he found the people he had met in Nocturnal.

Frenetic sounds. The atmosphere in this bar feels like you're in Nocturnal. Very world above.

Alamira sees Willow who is engrossed in dancing with Flesi the idol. He will not approach those who have known him in the upper world.

Alamira comes in pretty sexy clothes. He sat in one of the bar chairs. "What message? Today's special events, drinks and food are all free"

"Wow I missed another big event, you know I just came home to attend the King and Queen's coronation event, is there another event from that?" Alamira said, trying to be surprised.

"When did you come?" Ask bartender.

"Just this morning"

"Unfortunately, two days ago, there was our decision to go to war with the High Majesty, the war that all the Guapo clans have been waiting for"

"Eat them free, all eat and drink" 

"really? Jeez I'm looking forward to it too" his screeches were made for joy.

"We're all waiting for him, Honey" a female bartender pushed a glass of drink at Alamira.

"You see there" the bartender pointed to Willow and Braxton.

"They're partners"

"Providing robots and weaponry, this is a secret" the woman's face approached and whispered softly.

"I mean, they don't seem to be our clan" Alamira wanted to dig deep, he had not expected the arrival of Willow and Braxton not only to disrupt the coronation but to help the Guapo Clan attack the High Majesty.

Alamira's jaw tightens. He looked at his glass. He should come back soon, he should calm down, so as not to be suspicious.

"Indeed, they're humans from the upper world. Have you signed up? I'm in supplies, who knows you want a friend, Reblum"

"Hey Reblum, where's my drink!"  Shouts of other customers.

"I stay, greetings yes" The woman left Alamira staring intently at Willow who was teasing Troto.

Tbc.