Lis, who can freely change her answers, can completely change how others perceive her through this “honest game.”

In the last question, Lis bet one silver coin, openly declaring that she chose “yes,” which was almost equivalent to a battle cry effect of “I, Lis, am a naive and lovely little girl who is easily trusted, and the favorability of all the followers in the audience towards me has greatly increased.”

In fact, she succeeded. Seeing that she was willing to cooperate sincerely with others without a contract, even Igura, who had the worst impression of her, couldn’t help but feel a sense of goodwill towards her.

But she only succeeded a little bit.

Because Asho also chose “yes.”

If there were 100 units of goodwill in everyone’s hearts at that time, only 10 units were given to Lis, and the remaining 90 units went to Asho.

After all, Lis, the little girl, was too normal and naive, and Asho was unexpectedly naive as well, which made people feel not only amused but also unexpectedly delighted. It was like praising a student who originally scored 80 for scoring 90, but another student who originally scored 60 also scored 90 this time. Even if it wasn’t a complete turnaround, it was still a significant improvement.

In a sense, Lis lost to Asho in terms of cuteness.

And because of Asho, Lis and Annan’s plan was a complete failure – perhaps Igura, Harvey, and Lis still couldn’t trust each other, but they could always trust Asho.

But it’s not Lis and Annan’s fault. Who could have expected that this man, who was mixed in with a fraudster and a necromancer, was actually a rare gem?

“Since you’ve discovered that I have multiple personalities, have you also discovered Asho…”

“No, he has always had the personality of a child raised in the orphanage,” Igura said somewhat gloomily. “Although it was unexpected, it makes sense when you think about it. Someone like him is also a unique oddity in the Blood Moon Kingdom. Please don’t misunderstand, Harvey and I are the normal people in the Blood Moon Kingdom.”

Lis could only admit that she was unlucky. She suddenly asked, “Mr. Bokin, I also have a question for you – in the question about whether you want to cross-dress, I actually chose ‘no,’ and then bet 5 coins to make a mistake with everyone, otherwise it would be too obvious if I kept getting the answers right.”

A very strange sentence structure. She clearly said it was a question, but she stated a fact.

However, Igura understood her meaning – why did Lis choose ‘no,’ but there were still five ‘yes’ answers on the table?

This only represented one possibility: besides Lis, the other five people also chose ‘yes,’ including Igura himself!

But since Igura chose ‘yes,’ why did he bet 5 people instead of 6? After all, in his view, the only one who might choose ‘no’ was himself, and the others were bound to choose ‘yes.’ Now that even he chose ‘yes,’ then it was certain that all six people had the same answer.

“Just like when you bet one coin to reveal your identity in the last question,” Igura said softly, “I didn’t want to bet 6 coins to expose my identity.”

Yes, Igura was actually gambling.

Although there was also a high probability that everyone would choose ‘yes,’ as long as there was a ‘no,’ the others would definitely think that it was Igura’s answer.

Although betting 6 people would probably earn him a point, it also meant that he chose ‘yes,’ which was an unacceptable self-exposure for a fraudster – because he dared to bet, Asho would definitely tease him about it every day before his soul fell into the sixth layer of hell.

So Igura would rather take a gamble, and fortunately, he won. Otherwise, at this moment, Asho would probably be asking Lis to buy him a nice set of clothes.

Lis sighed – she and her sister had already calculated all the possibilities, but they were still outsmarted by these men.

Originally, she wanted to make a mistake, but she got it right; she wanted to deliberately sell herself, but she couldn’t outsell the other man.

Men are really complicated creatures.

“Well, Mr. Bokin.”

Lis turned to look at the mirror, glancing at Igura with a sideways glance. “You chose to communicate with me privately instead of exposing my true identity in public, which means you want to use this secret to threaten me…”

“Tell me, what do you want from a poor, lonely, and destitute little girl?”

“You are not destitute,” Igura shook his head. “You have a commodity.”

“Me?”

“That’s right, it’s you… and Asho.”

“Isn’t that two commodities? Mr. Bokin’s math doesn’t seem to be very good,” the secret princess Diya in the mirror commented.

…

…

Blood Moon Kingdom, Camon University Affiliated Hospital.

“Weird… really weird…”

After a rough examination of Serena, Shifrin showed a strange expression, as if she had seen a sausage wearing a skirt.

“What’s wrong?” asked Jielade beside her.

“Serena has no sensory nerves.”

“What?””If it were an accidental loss of limbs, the nerve nodes within the body should still exist. It’s like the wires being cut, but the wires themselves are still there, just unusable. But Serena…” Shifrin’s hand gently brushed over the doll-like girl’s body: “She doesn’t have these ‘wires’ at all, as if she was born without such functions.”

“So… do I need to change doctors?”

“How could that be? Don’t underestimate modern bio-prosthetic engineering. We can transplant human brains into steel golems, install spines in buildings, and even enable virtual characters to have children. Such a small matter is not worth mentioning,” Shifrin said. “However, this exceeds the coverage of resident medical insurance and will require out-of-pocket payment.”

“I am the captain of the hunters, and I’ve saved quite a bit…”

Shifrin quoted a number that left the white-haired hunter agape.

Jielade grumbled, “Considering we all come from the four major research institutes, is there a discount?”

“Have you ever seen an axe show mercy to its fellow trees because its handle is made of wood?” Shifrin shrugged. “I don’t set the prices. This is biotechnology still under embargo by the research institutes. You know the cost.”

“But to take nearly 80 years of my salary is outrageous! Is this a robbery?”

“If you went to a doctor not from the four major research institutes, you’d have to pay for at least 100 years,” Shifrin said calmly. “Robbery isn’t this quick. Besides, the institutes have a monopoly. If we don’t set the prices high, how can we promote high-level consumption? You think it’s expensive? I think it’s expensive too.”

Jielade clicked his tongue and glanced at Serena in the wheelchair. The doll-like girl blinked and said softly, “I’m hungry, Uncle Jielade. Shall we go home?”

The white-haired hunter scratched his head and heaved a deep sigh. “Shall we proceed with hospital admission now?”

“There’s a special channel for self-paying customers,” Shifrin said leisurely. “I can arrange a top-tier medical suite for you, free of charge.”

“How long will it take?”

“At least a month to observe all vital signs and customize a suitable prosthetic plan,” Shifrin said. “Apart from being expensive, there’s nothing lacking in the medical services of the research institutes. And being expensive isn’t a flaw.”

“I don’t have time to come and take care of her,” Jielade glanced at the doll-like girl.

“Neither do I,” Shifrin said frankly. “But the hospital has nursing staff.”

“Uncle Jielade!” Serena suddenly spoke up. “I don’t want to be hospitalized. Veela sister said she would come to play with me tomorrow!”

“That’s right,” Jielade had a flash of inspiration. “She also lives nearby***, we could hire her to help take care of Serena.”

Shifrin was curious. “Veela sister? Who’s that?”

“A college student named Meiwa.”