The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

The person who was speaking had a hideous scar on his left cheek that extended from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth.

He was holding a crystal clear wine glass in his hand, slowly shaking the liquid in the glass, but his eyes were always fixed on Theresa, without the slightest deviation.

"Sir, it is not polite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations without permission." The bartender said silently while wiping the wine glass.

Upon hearing this, the scarred man responded coldly, "As long as both parties reach an agreement, there's no need to talk about etiquette or impoliteness."

After saying that, the scarred man walked straight to Theresa, looked down at her condescendingly, and then said, "Well? Are you interested in considering my proposal? They are waiting in the room now."

"Do you want money?" Theresa asked again tentatively with a hint of doubt.

"Money? How could that be possible! Listen carefully, little girl. They need a strong escort to ensure the goods they carry are intact along the way. You might consider it. After all, having someone to lead the way is better than wandering around alone and getting eaten by monsters."

She didn't believe that she could get a free ride just for money.

It’s just escorting some goods, my ability should be enough.

Maybe those merchants have other guards under their command. At that time, with so many people, it would not be difficult for me to be lazy and slack off occasionally.

"Sure." Theresa hopped off the chair lightly, brushed off the nonexistent dust on her skirt, and readily agreed to the condition. "Take me to see him."

The scarred man was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected her to be so straightforward. He raised his eyebrows, then stood up and took Theresa around the ship until they came to the stern.

"It's behind that door," the scarred man pointed to a tightly closed wooden door. "They are counting the goods. Go in and discuss the details with them."

"Ok."

Theresa walked forward steadily, gently grasped the door handle, and slowly pushed open the wooden door. She could faintly hear low conversations and the sound of goods being moved coming from inside.

When Theresa's figure completely disappeared inside the door, the man with the hideous scar on his face raised the corner of his mouth slightly, outlining a sly and complacent smile.

This scarred man makes a living by stealing other people's property and is always looking for targets to attack.

In this seemingly ordinary room, the Scar Man’s accomplices are actually hiding.

For the scarred man, Theresa was just the fifth prey he had targeted since boarding the ship.

Each time, he would cleverly use various means and sweet words to lure victims here, and then use his own secret magical drug.

This drug is colorless and odorless. Once inhaled, people will instantly lose consciousness and become at its mercy.

"boom--!"

The dilapidated wooden door seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and was suddenly slammed open, which really scared the scarred man standing outside the door.

"Fatty! Are you fucking tired of living? You're making such a big noise, are you trying to scare me to death? What on earth could make you so excited?"

At the door, a fat man was lying on the ground, his face full of fear. He stammered, "Brother... there's something under her skirt..."

Before the fat man could finish, the scarred man interrupted him angrily and shouted, "Under the skirt? Can you please have some moral integrity? We're here to rob people of their money, not their women! Besides, this silly little brat is obviously a complete idiot! She's pretty, but that's all she has!"

The fat man didn't seem to hear the scarred man's scolding at all. He just opened his mouth, trying hard to say something.

"Yes...there is...Aaaaah!"

Immediately afterwards, the fat man suddenly let out a shrill scream and instantly disappeared into the darkness of the wooden door.

"What the hell is going on?"

Seeing this, the man with the scar tightly grasped the dagger on his waist with his right hand and slowly walked towards the wooden door.

When he gently pushed open the wooden door, a stale and decayed smell hit him in the face.

The house was still dimly lit by flickering lights, and apart from the piles of empty wooden barrels, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Hey! Fatty! Where the hell have you been?"

The scarred man shouted louder and louder, but there was no silence in response.

"Who are you calling...bad-headed?"

The scarred man turned his head with an angry look on his face, his fierce eyes fixed on the direction of the sound behind him.

He reacted extremely quickly, swung his arm violently, and chopped straight towards that place!

When he swung the knife, it hit nothing because his knife was gone.

"What? How is this possible!"

The scarred man discovered that the sharp knife he was holding tightly in his hand had disappeared.

At the same time, in a dark corner not far away, a black tentacle was slowly stretching out. The black tentacle actually firmly grasped the knife he had just lost and swallowed it into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the scarred man could recover from his shock, he saw his accomplice, the fat man, being lifted high into the air by another tentacle.

Theresa slowly walked out from the corner.

There was a faint smile on her lovely face as she stared straight at the two people in front of her.

Do these two guys actually think I'm a fool?

If I simply said that I needed protection, perhaps she would believe it a little. But how could someone without sufficient strength dare to go to that place alone?

Putting aside his ugliness, just looking at his familiarity with ships, anyone with a bit of common sense would realize that there must be something fishy going on.

However, it was precisely because she caught a glimpse of the room key hanging on his waist that Theresa decided to follow him quietly to find out what was going on.

Yes, this is what I like.

She doesn't want to sleep outside.

The thieves eat the thieves, eat up their rooms!

The black hand instantly wrapped around the scarred man and lifted him high into the air.

"What kind of monster are you?"

The fear of the unknown made the scarred man dance in the air and struggle desperately with his body.

A small ball fell from his body and rolled to the ground.

"Oh no! My..."

Just when he was halfway through speaking, the man with the scar seemed to suddenly realize something and quickly closed his mouth tightly.

His hesitation in speaking successfully aroused Theresa's strong curiosity and attention.

Theresa slowly bent down and picked up the small ball.

This small ball is pitch black and looks as inconspicuous as a black coal ball.

"puff--!"

The small ball exploded without any warning, and thick smoke instantly filled the air around her.

"Hahaha! That's the most powerful drug! Let's see what else you can do now!"

Seeing what was happening in front of him, the scarred man suddenly laughed out loud in triumph.

But as he was laughing, the smile on his face suddenly froze, replaced by an expression of disbelief and astonishment: "How could you be fine?! This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

At this moment, Theresa just frowned slightly and sniffed the strange smell in the air.

Hmm...this taste seems familiar.

The smell is somewhat similar to the smell of the red powder that Clover drank before.

Thinking of this, Theresa no longer hesitated, raised her head, and the dazzling golden light shot straight into the scarred man's eyes.

At the same time, she said coldly in a tone that left no room for doubt: "I ask, you answer!"