My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

"First, who is Flea?"

"A broker in the black market specializes in introducing adventurers to deals that shouldn't be made public."

"In which building does he live?"

"Yes."

"which room?"

"Room 3 on the left side of the second floor is his bedroom, and the reception room is in Room 3 on the first floor."

"Who does the flea serve?"

"I don't know. Don't do anything. We can talk it out. I really don't know. Most of the fleas' customers are gang members and the rich and powerful. People like him are just fleas, living only on nutritious hair. He has too many masters and his methods are too wild. I have no idea who asked him to issue these tasks."

Milin racked his brains to answer the questions, hoping to escape this disaster.

He secretly swore that as long as he could survive today, he would stop stealing, turn over a new leaf and start a new life.

"How do you get a quest from Flea?"

"Fleas will actively seek out people to do their jobs. I was chosen to follow you because I'm good at tracking people."

"You? Are you good at tracking?" Noita looked at Milin as if he had heard a joke.

Milin stammered, "...I just underestimated you."

Noita just smiled and placed her palm on Milin's head. Her small hand was white and beautiful, but it had the power to make people's skulls creak.

Milin could actually hear his skull creaking. The pain made him plead for mercy in a trembling voice: "Whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything."

He has surrendered.

Noita's lips curled up in a dangerous smile. "Tell me your specific commission. I don't think it's worth it for you to act together just to track me. It's more difficult to be discovered if you act alone, right? Tell me the truth and I will spare your life. I mean what I say."

Under the threat of violence, Milin had no choice but to tell Noita everything.

Flea asked him to kidnap Noita and Flea would reimburse him no matter how much it cost. His tracking was indeed intended for observation, but it was more than that.

His plan was to let the gecko pet steal Noita's hair. If that failed, he would let Rowe rob it by force. He thought Noita might be very strong, but the two of them could always deal with it together. However, Noita's grasp of the battle was beyond his imagination, and he captured them all in a moment of distraction.

"My hair."

Noita stroked her black hair, which was as soft as silk, and sighed in her tone. She already knew Milin's plan.

But precisely because he understood the plan, his tone became even more hostile.

Chapter 9: Now We Are Here

In Transcendental Science, hair is an extension of the soul and a symbol of freedom.

There have always been stories circulating among the people about people controlling others by making magic props out of hair.

Milin wanted Noita's hair in order to perform a ritual against her, but this kind of curse was unconventional and difficult to be effective, and it was easy to be countered, so few wizards were willing to learn it.

Noita snapped his fingers silently, and the ropes binding Milin immediately dissolved.

Milin asked respectfully, "Are you done asking questions?"

"Don't leave so quickly, I still have questions..."

Noita asked a series of questions and repeated them in a random order, comparing the answers each time to determine whether Milin was hiding anything or deceiving anyone.

Her questions were incoherent. Sometimes she asked about the city's environment, sometimes about his past. Her questions were so wild and impulsive that Milin was sweating profusely while answering them.

In the end, Noita almost drained Milin's intelligence, and only let him go after confirming that there was no major deviation: "You can go now."

Finally I can get away from this female devil.

Milin was overjoyed and ran away in two steps, disappearing into the night.

Noita looked at him coldly, thinking that Milin was happy too early.

He thought he could escape from Noita's clutches, but Noita, who had just arrived, needed his men to help him with his work, and the temporary relaxation was to better tighten the noose in the future.

After the strangers left, Noita used the shadows to observe the flea's stronghold. Although it was late at night, the thugs on guard did not relax, and the bodyguards in the dark were also extremely sensitive.

This is not a good time to break in.

But now that I'm here, I don't want to leave like this.

Therefore, we need to wait until the guards are relaxed.

Clouds rise, the moon disappears, and the stars gradually fall. On the eve of dawn, the thick and deep ink color obscures the eyes of the sky and the earth.

The lights in the stronghold had gone out, and the thugs on duty had fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only dim candlelight trying to create patches of light.

Under the cover of darkness, Noita moved to the rear of the stronghold, conjured an invisible rope to tie the second-floor window, and carefully climbed up the wall.

The windows on the second floor were closed. Noita shook off the cloth on the surface of the frost blade, drew out the sword, and gently slashed at the window. A sharp cold light flashed, and the wooden window broke into two pieces.

Noita hooked her index and ring fingers on the cut-off half of the wooden window and entered the room as nimbly as a cat without making any sound.

The door was not closed, and the candlelight from the corridor shone into the room, making it clear that it was a study.

There was no one in the room, but it was filled with the disgusting smell that came from Milin.

She quickly moved to the door and looked outside. The corridor was quiet and no one was walking around. Some of the rooms on both sides had their doors closed and some had their doors open. Snoring sounds came from the rooms with closed doors, and the rooms with open doors were empty.

Noita walked to the stairs, counted the doors, and found the flea bedroom that Milin mentioned.

The door was closed, but unexpectedly, there was a slight noise like a mouse hitting a wooden table and a voice of suppressed pleasure in the room, and the disgusting smell that made Noita feel nauseous became stronger.

Strange, why aren't you asleep at this hour?

Noita felt something was wrong, so she opened the diary to see what it said.

You stand in front of the door and hear a suppressed, comfortable tremor. From the sound, you can tell that the person in the room is in a state of ecstasy. They are enjoying themselves, but also approaching death. There is only one person behind the door.

The description in the log made Noita's beautiful eyes narrow.

She suddenly realized the source of the disgusting smell, an addictive drug that would destroy the brain, causing people to experience short-term intoxication and endless pain - dapoxetine.

Noita's gaze turned dangerous and she tried to open the door, but found it was locked from the inside.

Then use the Frost Blade to cut off the door lock.

Noita used her sword decisively, and the door lock fell to the carpet with a dull sound. She rushed into the room like a cheetah, stabbing the sword in the direction of the sound, ready to catch the flea off guard.

However, the scene before her was beyond her expectations.

There was a dim warm lamp in the middle of the room, barely enough to illuminate the area around the table. On the bright red carpet outlined with gold threads lay a disheveled man. He was well-dressed, but his face was dull and lifeless, as if his soul had left his body. He looked haggard and terrifying, like a zombie.

The people on the ground didn't react at all to Noita's arrival. They just stared blankly ahead, their vision empty and their pupils unfocused.

A small porcelain pot was hung on a bracket on the table, with a few flame flowers slowly cooking at the bottom. The porcelain pot was filled with crushed watercress leaves, which emitted a disgusting smell mixed with fragrance and odor due to the boiling.

There are also various injection tools and bowls and spoons next to the porcelain jar, in which there is some juice of the sycamore leaves remaining.

The flea has just finished drinking the juice of the drowned leaves and is in the initial stage of dementia. Any external counter-stimulation will not cause it to react.

So disgusting.

Noita waved her hand, and a whirlwind rose out of thin air, carrying the smell in the room into the corridor. She picked up the drug addict who was ignorant of his own life, climbed down the stairs, and disappeared into the darkness before dawn.

……

The flea woke up groggily from the darkness, feeling extremely thirsty and with severe pain in his neck.

He called out to his men to bring water, but no one answered. The tight feeling on his body made him suddenly sober up. Thick hemp ropes tied him up like a dumpling, and iron chains and cowhide ropes were tied around his wrists and ankles. His clothes were stripped off, leaving only his inner lining.

As for the various magical artifacts and hidden weapons he had hidden on his body, they were lying far away from him, basking in the sun.

Kidnapped!

As a veteran kidnapper, Flea instantly understood what was happening. He struggled with a gloomy face, trying to free his hands from the shackles.

But before he could try for long, he opened his eyes wide and cursed in his heart.

The damn kidnappers had put super glue on his fingers, so he couldn't open them at all.

He tried to move his feet, but found they were tied even tighter.

The flea wondered gloomily which enemy had kidnapped him. He bit his tongue and spat out bloody saliva. He moved his body and stained his fingertips with blood, then rubbed them on the floor like a fish coming ashore, drawing an evil magic circle.

When he ran out of blood halfway through painting, he would spit it out again and continue painting intermittently.

But just as the magic circle was taking shape, a sharp pain suddenly struck his head, and the magic circle he had just drawn turned into a ball of black mist and floated up, then evaporated in the sunlight.

And protection against evil?

The flea was full of questions at this moment.

What the hell kidnapped me? They have more security measures than those gangs.

Just when Flea was wondering if he had offended someone he shouldn't have recently, the door opened and the dazzling sunlight poured into the room, causing him to squint.

"Is there a summoning circle hidden there?"

The clear voice echoed in the room, making Flea even more confused.

He had an excellent memory and remembered the voice and appearance of every customer, but he had never heard this voice before.

A tall woman walked out from the light. She was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a cloak, with black hair like clouds. Her face was hidden in the light, and her pair of dark eyes with a faint blush were breathtaking.

It is the type that will leave a deep impression on people and you will never forget it after just one look.

Still no impression of her.

Now I am at the mercy of others. The flea is well aware of his situation and begs for mercy: "You have invited me here. I wonder if you have any advice for me. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will do my best to help you."

"Very literary."

Noita took off the ring, and the tall figure disappeared, leaving only an overly beautiful halfling in its place.

"Now you know who I am?"

The flea understood. He had never seen Noita, but he had heard Rango describe her appearance.

As for Noita's illusion ring, it is his magical artifact that can customize an illusion image. As long as you wear the ring, your body will be covered by the illusion. Even if someone touches the illusion, the only feedback to that person is the actual touch.

The flaw is that the phantom cannot withstand attacks and will shatter if it withstands an impact of more than ten kilograms.

This is a very useful and rare item that has accompanied him through many years.

Noita used the illusion ring to create four inconspicuous images in turn to go out and purchase supplies to trap the fleas. For this, she also spent a gold coin to buy holy water to set up an anti-evil magic circle - the money was stolen from the fleas.

The flea remained calm and said, "I think there's a misunderstanding here."

"Misunderstand?"

Noita laughed out loud. She wanted to hear the flea's explanation.

Chapter 10: Drowning Leaves

"Miss Halfling, I don't think we had a direct conflict. Although I entrusted the wizard brothers to deal with you, they didn't cause you any harm, right? If this is why you came here, I am willing to compensate you for the shock you suffered. According to the Empire, this is called..."

"Mental damage compensation." Noita reminded him.

"Ah, yes, it is compensation for emotional distress."

From the Empire.

Flea's heart sank. The mountain people's division of compensation was simple and rough, and they did not pay attention to the detailed compensation name. On the contrary, the Holy Empire had a very detailed division of the law.

The person who kidnapped him was most likely a traveler from the Holy Empire. Regardless of whether he was a real imperial citizen or not, he was definitely not easy to deal with.

Fleas hate people who know too much; it makes it difficult for them to conduct their business.

Noita asked the flea to name a price: "How much do you think you are worth?"

"How about a fine and rare item plus 500 gold coins?"

Noita smiled without saying anything, carefully examining the illusion ring.

"The Transfiguration Ring also belongs to you."

"..."

He received only silence, so he raised the price again.

"Three fine and rare items."

Noita remained silent.