Chapter 36: Adele

　　"1 and 2 have arrived in the Rapid Bay Valley ..."

　　"Number 3 is entering Mustang Fountain!"

　　"18, 9, and 5 entered Roosevelt Canyon ..."

　　"Number 13 entering Prism Lake Bay."

　　"14 Arrives in Bad Boy Volcano Area ..."

　　"Report, everyone's coordinates have been finalized."

　　The large Death Ring command center was like a hall, the huge space capable of holding a hundred people was filled with rows and rows of ring-shaped Thinkbrain units. Behind each Thinkbrain was a crew member operating it, and on the command bridge, Arthas held onto the railing of the bridge, looking down like a captain. In the center of all the work crews was a standing hologram of Yellowstone Park, generated by the Brain Lasers.

　　It could pull up footage from every corner of this tournament field as needed, and over 30,000 surveillance nodes ensured that there were no blind spots in this vast area. Every teenager's actions were exposed to the committee's gaze, but of course, this surveillance system wasn't perfect. For example, some powerful people could use their own source power to interfere with these surveillance nodes, in order to achieve an alternative stealth effect.

　　However, the highest level of the youngsters in this area was only a sixth level source power user. The youngster who hadn't even constructed his first genetic circuit naturally couldn't hide from the surveillance system called "Heavenly Eyes".

　　Alstair looked at the hologram that had the coordinates about where the teenagers were marked with red dots of light. He nodded and said, "Very well, let these brats have a few days of free time first. We'll make other arrangements then, it's only the third day, the climax can't come too soon lo."

　　"What's changed recently in terms of capital injections?" He looked again at his assistant, a guy with glasses and a big comb-over.

　　The aide hurriedly flipped through the records of the Thinker and said, "The overall injection has increased by 32%, my lord."

　　"And specifically, for example, our Master Allen?" Artax asked casually, straightening his coat and preparing to leave.

　　The aide followed him and replied, "The betting on the 1st has increased by over a million dollars, but it's mostly loose bets from the public betting shops. Overall, other than the heavy betting from Bethcord, there have been no more large bets put in."

　　"Well, that's quite normal. After all, judging from the previous Death Rings, the first-ranked guy tends to die the fastest, and our Young Master Allen has already done a pretty good job. But the remaining guys are not simple goods." Alstair had already stepped into the elevator.

　　The aide hurriedly followed, ''You are extremely right, my lord. However, No. 3's capital injection has obviously increased quite a bit, and in addition to the original thirty million dollar injection from the Alexander family, there is now an additional amount of over ten million dollars to his name. This amount comes from the nobles, who seem to think highly of Mr. Main's investment."

　　"Bunch of followers." Alstair said casually.

　　"Wait ..." Suddenly, the assistant shouted sharply as if she had realized something, "An additional bet has been placed under No. 1 Alan's name, with a single sum of... . ten million dollars!"

　　Alstair's expression stared, "Can you trace the betting account?"

　　"Yes, please wait a moment." The assistant quickly tapped some buttons, and a moment later replied, "Got it, the betting account is from the name of the Molson family. Huh, it's Adele."

　　The aide looked up, "Adele Molson! My lord."

　　"Adele, third in line to the throne of the Molson family? That little goblin from the Molson family? What is she doing here to make a scene." Artax frowned.

　　"The Molson's, who are also one of the Famous Valves, have always been on good terms with the Beskold's, so perhaps, that was old Kate's idea?" The assistant said.

　　Althaeus waved his hand and said, "Maybe, don't bother with him. Who knows what's in the minds of these noble lords, just like I can't figure out why Old Horn is betting heavily on an unnamed brat. Ha, maybe that's Old Horn's illegitimate son on the surface?"

　　The sun was shining in the afternoon.

　　The brilliant, bright light cast a golden patina on this open-air round terrace, which caused a tantalizing sheen to flow over a pair of long legs elevated high on the terrace's carved fence. The ten rounded toes were painted with bright red nail color, like red onyx on soft velvet. The straight lines of the legs stretched together and downward, the roots of the thighs hidden in a loose robe.

　　The corners of the robe hung to the ground, and on it was embroidered a bush of red roses in full bloom. For some reason, the embroidery seemed to emphasize the thorns of the roses too much; the sharp thorns would literally pierce one's eyes. The owner of the beautiful legs was carrying a book of poems, a dark red hard cover decorated with a circle of pale gold flowers. The book of poems was in the way of her face, and all that could be seen was a light brown scalp cascading down her shoulders like waves.

　　The long brown hair flowed with a dazzling shine in the sunlight.

　　At that moment, in the attic behind the terrace. A thirteen or fourteen year old girl dressed as a maid ran out. The young girl was sweet looking, and under the black and white maid's uniform, one could already see well-developed curves. Especially the bulging peaks on her chest, which had already pushed up the neckline. And a pair of beautiful legs that were set in black stockings were even more appealing to the imagination.

　　"Why so flustered, my dear little Sophie." The book of poems gave way, exposing the little face that had been behind the book to the sunlight.

　　She frowned slightly, her brow only gradually relaxing as she got used to the light. This was a beautiful girl, similar to the maid's age, with delicate features and lips as red as flames. Those black eyes did not have a trace of impurities, and if one looked at them for a long time, it was as if the soul would also be sucked into these eyes that were like black holes. The girl's eyebrows were raised, the corners of her mouth were upturned, and there was a wildness between her brows.

　　"Miss Adele ..." The maid ran to the side of the young girl, gasping for breath with her hands on her legs. So much so that the view under the neckline was almost unobstructed.

　　The young girl whistled like a boy, "My little Sophie, you are really getting more and more beautiful. No wonder those brothers of mine always drop their eyes on your boobs and ass whenever they look at you."

　　A blush floated up on the maid's face, ''Miss Adele, I've already invested the ten million dollar injection into that #1 as you requested. But Miss, next time, don't let Sophie do this kind of thing, that's ten million dollars. In case something goes wrong, I ..."

　　The words were not finished, but she gave Adele a hand to pull her over. Sophie let out a low cry and sat on the lady's body uncontrollably. Adele, like a frivolous aristocratic male, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply in Sophie's ear. The flowing airflow made the little maid uncomfortable as hell, and to take it even more, Adele's hands were not honestly pressing up her thighs and groping upwards.

　　"It's just ten million dollars, why are you nervous. But every time I see little Sophie being nervous like a rabbit, I feel that there is nothing more interesting than this ah." Adele smiled cheekily and gently bit on Sophie's earlobe.

　　The maid moaned instantly, her whole body going weak. She squirmed uneasily, "Don't do that, Miss, people will see."

　　"I'll gouge out the eyes of anyone who dares to look!"

　　Adele said viciously, but her hands were not idle, already delving into the hem of the maid's skirt to explore that deep view. There was no shortage of absurdity among the nobles, and Adele's character was wild as a boy. As her maid, Sophie didn't know how much tofu she had given to her own young lady, but today, she felt that Adele's interest was extraordinarily high, and that her fingers were even more flexible than usual, which made her body become sensitive and incomparable.

　　Just as Sophie was about to melt away like water and the scene was about to get out of hand, there was a knock on the door from the loft.

　　Like catching a straw, Sophie immediately jumped up and said, "I'll go open the door."

　　"Che, what a bummer." Adele said with a raised eyebrow.

　　Sophie buggered off like a frightened rabbit, only to return a few moments later and say, "Miss, Master Kate asks you to go to the study."

　　"Got it, help me change." Adele stood up and casually took off the robe she was wearing. Inside the robe, there was actually a vacuum!

　　Sophie Headlands said, "Miss, you need to get in the house and take it off."

　　"What for, don't you know you need to get more sunshine in general? Besides, in my place, who dares to look around, is he trying to lose his eyes?" Adele walked into the attic full of concern.

　　Sophie quickly found clothes and helped Adele put them on one by one. A few moments later, Adele in the floor-to-ceiling mirror changed into a hunting outfit. Underneath the short brown leather lean, was a white shirt that was cinched into a belt. Paired with a black tie, Adele looked handsome in the mirror. Sophie helped her brush her hair all high and pinned up, revealing her bare forehead. Combined with the wildness in Adele's brow, she looked like a capable boy at the moment.

　　"Well, be a good girl and wash your whites and wait for me to come back, I'm going to see what the old man is up to." Adele casually pinched Sophie's chest and left the pale little maid to leave the attic.

　　Upon arriving at the den and seeing a couple of boys similar to her own age, a faint smirk appeared on Adele's face. Even made a fist squeezing motion with his hand, one of the older boys immediately clenched his legs, his name was Jas and he was Adele's older brother. A few days ago when he got drunk and made a move on Adele, he ended up giving Adele a hard kick on that thing between her legs. Directly to Jas's drunkenness to kick all the way, by the way in bed for several days.

　　Seeing this rude gesture of his granddaughter, Old Kate pinched between her eyebrows with a headache and took off her glasses, "Adele, I heard you used ten million dollars of private money?"

　　Adele sat her ass down on the other side of the couch and crossed her legs. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked toward her older brother, "Did these two losers tell you that? Grandpa."

　　"Adele!" Jas yelled, "Don't be such a prude!"

　　"If you're as good as me at getting the family's profits up 20% in just two years, you can be as loose as I am. If you don't have that skill, just shut up, idiot." Adele rolled her eyes and said.