Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 672 - 337: The Heroic Maiden’s Demon King Plan Officially Begins (Part 2)

Chapter 672: Chapter 337: The Heroic Maiden’s Demon King Plan Officially Begins (Part 2)

Glug glug glug.

In the neon-lit bar, the empty beer bottles gradually piled up.

"Bartender, another, come on, another glass!"

The white-haired one, swaying left and right, sat at the bar counter, already too drunk to tell directions, and shoved an empty glass towards Shami.

"You’ve only had two glasses, Lina. Why are you already this drunk!"

Beside her, Shami, who had downed a whole row without batting an eye, put down her empty glass and patted the white-haired one’s back reassuringly.

"You insisted on coming to drink, and this is your level? With such a capacity, drinking so much at a bar means you’re an easy target for bad guys. Look at the purple-haired one beside us! She’s had six glasses!"

Shami turned to look at the purple-haired girl on the other side, her eyes immediately dazzled by dazzling colorful lights, squinting to find the source. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The purple-haired maiden, now drunk, lay face-down at the bar, her body uncontrollably emitting all sorts of lights.

"So, this one has become a corpse, huh? Were you already drunk a while ago? Elze, didn’t you just say you could drink a lot!"

Shami was startled by the continuously glowing purple-haired girl, slowly approached her, and carefully examined her.

At this moment, the purple-haired girl had her hands resting under her head, lying flat at the bar, her small lips opening occasionally, murmuring words Shami couldn’t hear.

From her hair to her forehead, and then to the skin of her neck, Elze was glowing with various colors, just like the neon lights hanging in front of a salon, completely random, with no way to predict the next color.

"Could it be that being drunk makes it hard to control her color changes, causing this constant color shifting?"

Shami guessed aloud.

His guess was very close to the truth.

The alcohol concentration significantly affects the chameleon’s color-changing hormones. Once consumed in excess, the chameleon starts to glow brightly.

As Shami pondered this phenomenon, he noticed more and more Minotaurs gathered around, starting to dance.

"Hey, the neon lights for dancing are over there! Stop using drunken people as makeshift dance lights!"

Shami hurriedly threw his coat over the purple-haired girl, loudly shooing away the Minotaurs.

"Sham... ugh, Shami said she couldn’t drink... ugh, why hasn’t her face changed color after all this time?"

At this moment, a flushed small hand reached out to tug at Shami’s clothes, the drunken white-haired one barely able to raise her head, her eyes blurred from alcohol as she looked at Shami, hiccuping as she spoke.

Yeah, right. What low-drinking capacity does a working adult who needs to entertain have? That was just being modest!

"Alright, alright. Let’s go."

Seeing that the white-haired one took her modesty seriously, Shami felt a bit bad and braced them both to leave the bar.

The white-haired one, as drunk as a soggy log, snuggled against Shami’s side, initially planning to just hang onto Shami and nap. But she glanced down and spotted the high-end black silk stocking peeking from an ankle pant leg, and shivered awake.

There’s still a mission to complete, Lina!

The white-haired one quickly gathered her strength.

"Um, I need to go to the restroom..."

She gently pushed Shami away, staggering toward the restroom.

"I’ll wait outside the bar with Elze."

Shami called out to the white-haired one’s back.

The atmosphere in the church bar was too heated; staying in there too long even caused a slight feeling of oxygen deprivation.

Shami headed outside the bar with the glowing purple-haired one on her back.

To other Minotaurs, she resembled someone like a repairman carrying the dance-floor light.

Outside the bar.

Shami supported the waking purple-haired girl.

"Feeling better?"

"B-better, uh, ugh~~~!"

The purple-haired one squatted down, her small mouth spewing a rainbow.

Shami quickly patted her back gently.

Watching the glittering brightness on the purple-haired girl’s skin gradually fade, Shami wasn’t too worried but felt a bit regretful.

"Elze, don’t drink and drive in the future, you’re bound to get caught."

Elze, still groggy, swayed back and forth as she stood up, then hugged Shami, raising her small face.

"I-I’m not drunk! Is Shami disgusted by me? Even though I’m part of the Dragon Race, it’s normal to have things spew out even if you’re not drunk! Isn’t it normal for dragons to spit fireballs?"

Meanwhile, the dragon tail behind the purple-haired girl moved restlessly, wavering for a while before wrapping around a nearby lamppost.

"You’re still saying you’re not drunk! Your tail’s out of control! You’re definitely in denial about something."

With both hands completely occupied, Shami could only hug the Dragon Race maiden’s waist.

"Shami... would you scorn me..."

The Dragon Race maiden gazed at Shami silently; her face and eyes made exceptionally charming by the alcohol, her deep eyes seemed somewhat sad, the wine breath from her slightly parted mouth wafting into Shami’s nose.

Shami froze for several seconds.

Having a powerful mind, the Demon King quickly understood what the real question was.

What the Dragon Race maiden truly meant to ask was, "Even if she’s just a chameleon capable of color changing, would he still scorn her?"

The Dragon Race maiden was worried she’d be looked down upon by the Demon King due to her lack of strength.

This is the pouring-out one’s true feelings moment after drinking. The Dragon Race maiden was laying bare her heart to him.

"Of course not..." Shami sincerely replied, "Elze is the most special Dragon Race maiden I’ve ever met. Even though she is completely different from the Dragon Race maiden I initially sought, Elze redefines what the Dragon Race means. Without Elze, I wouldn’t even know what the Dragon Race is."