Who told you I am an NPC Chapter 6 : Chapter 6

Chapter : 6

No matter how strong my desire to complain was, this magic spell was the only thod we could try right now.

If it didn't work, and I had the chance, I would definitely go to the Elven Mother Tree and question the already-dead Elf King about why, even in death, they had to leave behind such a stalker-like manuscript to make , the forr Demon King, die of social embarrassnt again.

I scrubbed my face hard, once again took out a small blue potion from my inventory and chugged it down.

After feeling my mana replenish, I closed my eyes, endured the sha, and mumbled through the long passage of praise for the Demon King, only clearly repeating the last sentence.

Lilian: "That won't work.

Why are you mumbling the incantation like that?

There's no way you can cast a spell like this... huh?"

Just as I finished reciting the last sentence, my face rapidly paled.

The surrounding magical elents fluctuated up and down, and the formation that bound the glass bottle actually loosened a little.

I snapped my eyes open, ignoring Lilian's small, pleasantly surprised expression.

I quickly took out ten small blue potions from my inventory and drank them one after another, at a speed like a traveler who had been thirsty for days and finally found a water source.

The mana bar on the ga panel kept jumping up and down.

Every ti a small blue potion replenished my mana, it was instantly drained, making repeatedly experience the feeling of being depleted.

My expression twisted.

If the Elf King were to resurrect and appear before right now, I would definitely question them: Why does this stalker spell consu so much mana?!

What kind of spells were you thinking about all day!

Can't you consider the feelings of a level 0 newbie!

It wasn't until I had consud all but the last two of the few small blue potions left in my inventory that the feeling of being repeatedly depleted finally stopped, and a trace of color returned to my face.

The magic circle binding the glass bottle completely loosened.

With just a few cracking sounds, a crack appeared on the body of the glass bottle.

Then, with this crack as the starting point, more cracks quickly spread across the entire bottle, shattering it.

With a bang, the bottle that held Lilian broke.

Lilian didn't have ti to rejoice.

She flapped her wings, drew close to , and placed her small palm on my cheek.

"Hey, hey? Are you okay?

You look like you're about to return to the embrace of the Beast God!"

I gritted my teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between them: "You're the one who's going to die!"

Then I couldn't help but burp.

Although the small blue potions were for replenishing mana, drinking so many of them ant downing a substantial amount of liquid, which filled my stomach with water and made feel uncomfortably bloated.

I felt that if I said another word, I would throw up.

Seeing that I was genuinely uncomfortable, Lilian behaved and quieted down.

Her translucent wings flapped a few tis, and she landed on my shoulder.

I took a mont to recover, suppressing the urge to vomit.

I reached out, pinched the little figurine that had landed on my shoulder, and stuffed her into my wide sleeve.

"You're so conspicuous.

Just stay hidden in my sleeve.

Are you trying to make us stand out even more by standing on my shoulder?"

Lilian puffed up her little cheeks, reluctantly saying, "Fine, then after you escape, I want to sit on top of your head!"

I was speechless.

"We'll part ways after we get out.

You go back to your forest, and I'll go back to my... village.

What's an elf like you doing following a beastman like ?"

"No way?" Lilian was incredulous.

She grabbed the edge of my sleeve, poked her head out, and protested,

"We're not even out of danger yet, and you already want to make a clean break with ?

How can you be so cold, you little kitten! Scum cat!"

I rolled my eyes and decided not to bother with her anymore, just whispering,

"Be quiet, we're going out."

Lilian fell silent.

I readjusted my collar and opened the stall door.

This washroom was in a relatively remote location, and not many people passed by.

I had been using my keen hearing to pay attention to the nearby sounds, and only dared to speak so freely with Lilian after confirming that no one was approaching.

Now, it was ti to test my acting skills.

Pulling up my hood to cover the cat ears on my head, I straightened my back, tucked my chin in slightly, and with a change in my gaze, coupled with the lavish clothes, my entire deanor transford.

From a pitiful little beastman locked in a cage, I beca a wealthy young master trying to keep a low profile.

I didn't know if it was because my 1-point luck stat was too ridiculous, but just as I stepped out of the washroom, I ran head-on into a group of guards who were walking in a hurry.

The Guard Captain at the head was imposing, his brow tightly furrowed, exuding a "don't ss with " aura as he strode forward with his n.

My heart beat a little faster, but I remained calm on the surface.

I wasn't tall, and in front of the tall and imposing Guard Captain, I looked even smaller.

Both parties paused when we t head-on.

Lilian peeked out and comnted: Still a cub's physique, after all.

I raised my eyes, glanced at the Guard Captain leading the way, gave no extra reaction, and was about to walk past him.

The Guard Captain's eyes narrowed.

After scanning the robes I was wearing, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, and he moved towards .

"Esteed guest, how did you end up in such a remote place?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on my hood, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The first hurdle was passed.

At least he didn't imdiately recognize that sothing was wrong with my identity. However, the ensuing conversation was the most crucial part.

I stopped, frowned at the Guard Captain, showing no intention of explaining, and instead said in an annoyed tone, "Are you telling what to do?"

I made my tone as arrogant as possible.

As I spoke, a thought flashed through my mind, and I used the only talent skill I could use, 【Advent of the Demon King】.

【Advent of the Demon King】

You are the supre king of this world. You ended the catastrophic War of the Gods.

You led the various races to rebuild their hos.

You brought light back to this world... Your subjects are still waiting for you to bestow your grace upon them again.

(Upon use, you will briefly beco the Demon King, casting a benevolent glance at your subjects.)

It was still a cringe-worthy skill description, but based on my experience from countless RPGs, I guessed that this skill probably gave a phantom shell of the Demon King, similar to the effect of so indescribable possession.

But what good was a phantom?

My skill panel was completely locked.

Relying on aura alone to intimidate people, only for them to find out you shatter with a single touch.

What kind of dark humor was this?

However, in this situation, it could serve as a bluffing aura buff.

I unhesitatingly put on the Demon King's shell and glanced at the Guard Captain as if I were looking at trash.

I, the Demon King, my domineering aura leaks out!

That one glance made the Guard Captain freeze on the spot.

His breathing stopped for a few seconds, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and an inexplicable sense of awe and... love, and adoration? rose from the bottom of his heart.

The Guard Captain's mind was buzzing.

He almost wanted to prostrate himself and kiss the tip of this noble young master's shoe.

In fact, he actually did it. Under the bewildered gazes of the other mbers of the guard team behind him, he knelt down with a thud, his forehead almost touching the other's shoe.

My pupils quaked.

If I hadn't rembered that the persona I was maintaining was that of a noble young master, I would have jumped up and scread, "Oh my god, what are you doing!"

Rubbing one's face on soone else's foot at the drop of a hat, how should one even describe this behavior?

Don't tell I've run into another pervert?

With a cold face, I frowned slightly, took a step back to avoid his face, my gaze even more disdainful, but my tone was very calm, "What are you doing?"

It was just such a plain sentence, but it sounded like a clap of thunder in the Guard Captain's ears.

Sweat dripped from his temple.

For so reason, his heart felt incredibly anxious and disappointed because the other party had refused the kiss he offered.

A chaotic mix of emotions churned in the Guard Captain's heart. His face was pale.

He stumbled to his feet, placed a fist over his heart, and bowed, managing a knight's salute.

"My apologies for my rudeness, my lord.

I rely wished to offer you my highest respects.

Please forgive , no matter what."

Taking advantage of my small stature and the cover of my hood, no one could see the expression on my face.

I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth.

Could it be that rubbing your face on soone's shoes is the greeting etiquette in this country?

That's too awful.

Are we playing the cringe ga?

"Hmph." I maintained my persona and, at what seed like a relatively normal speed, quickly turned to leave.

I can't. If I stay any longer, I'm going to break character.

The Guard Captain couldn't help but call out to , "My lord—"

My footsteps paused for a mont, but I didn't turn back to look at him.

I still spoke coldly, "Did my magnanimity give you the right to offend ti and ti again?"

Dominant CEO lines, huh? I can say them too!

"I wouldn't dare."

The Guard Captain quickly lowered his head.

"I wanted to remind you... it's remote and sowhat dangerous here.

Those ignorant rats who covet treasures—I an, those bounty hunters often appear.

My lord, please be careful."

Hearing this, I swallowed and thought to myself: It seems the auction house indeed knows that two 'cargo' have escaped.

But from the way he put it, it seems they've attributed our escape to the work of so bounty hunters?

That's good. One more wrong option ans they'll be one step slower in finding .

My expression didn't change, as if I hadn't heard his words, and I continued to walk forward.

Stupid legs, hurry up and walk.

What if that Guard Captain has another brain fart and rubs his face on my foot again if I stay here?

Anything but that!

The Guard Captain watched leave until even my back was out of sight before reluctantly retracting his gaze.

A team mber behind him with a strange expression couldn't help but ask, "Boss... are you okay?"

The Guard Captain glanced at the man coldly.

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

The team mber said timidly, "Boss, you just looked like you were suffering from the side effects of an illegally produced intelligence potion... you looked a bit perverted." And a bit stupid.

He didn't dare say the last sentence, because when he said the first part, the boss's eyes were already about to kill him.

Sob, I was just telling the truth! Why are you looking at like that?

The Guard Captain reprimanded, "All of you, be serious! What's with all the laughing and joking!

Those rats from the gutters are still eyeing the cargo in the warehouse.

How are you going to protect the cargo like this?"

"Do I need to reiterate the guard team's regulations?!"

"Cargo has been stolen from warehouses No. 6, 10, 13, and 14.

The bounty hunters this ti are highly skilled and have already escaped.

We need to catch the bounty hunters who stole the cargo as soon as possible before the auction begins."

"Now, split into small teams and search the backstage area.

There are magic detection devices at all the entrances and exits.

Those rats definitely won't dare to escape after stealing things."

"They are still in this auction house—find these rats, and eliminate them!"

【Main Quest: Escape the Auction House (Updated)】

【A Ga of Cat and Mouse of Life and Death】

【You walk in the shadows, avoiding the watchful eyes from above. Hidden beneath a gorgeous disguise, in this ga of cat and mouse, are you the cat or the mouse?】