Chapter 88: Identity Transformation

The name "Wilton" is one that Jiang Luo has found out from the mouths of three noblewomen.

At an event like this, where the rich were in the dark, the name of the rich man on stage was called out, and it was the equivalent of having the cloak of anonymity stripped off. Wilton was horrified, but had no recollection of recognizing such a person.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Luo took a step forward, the light casting shadows on the ground on him. Instead of answering the question, he unceremoniously began to disparage everything about the ball.

"Boring."

"Tedious."

"I originally thought the games here would be different, but I didn't realize that they were no different from the ones outside, cheesy, routine, and unexciting," Jiang Luo turned his head to look at the rich people behind him, "Do you find them interesting?"

The faces of the rich were also bored, and they spread their hands and told Jiang Luo the answer.

The uninteresting accusations from the rich, more than the protests of the poor, were too much for Wilton. He clenched his fists, his anger rising. All eyes were on the dark-haired young man standing at the front, waiting for him to say the rest.

"Since the game is so boring, let's change the rules to make it more interesting," Jiang Luo changed her tone, "The first rule of the ball is 'You can't refuse someone's request to look at the cards', just add a few words in front of it and the game becomes more fun. Just add a few words in front of it, and the game will become more fun."

"For example," he teased his lips, "before looking at someone's deck, make a guess as to who that person is."

"If you guess wrong, you are automatically reduced to slave status."

At these words, the ballroom was in an uproar.

Rich's first reaction was to disagree, but after turning it around in his head, he decided it wasn't impossible.

They discussed it stealthily among themselves.

"This is really much more exciting than earlier."

"Who's this guy? What a flexible brain. Adding interest to the game is just the most superficial layer, once he changed this rule, it looks like he's making it dangerous for the rich, but in fact, he's just appeasing the civilians, we're all master cards, and it's not like there will be any rewards for the civilians guessing correctly about our identities. Most of the civilians are slaves again, very few have master identities, it's almost impossible for us to guess wrong."

"Of course we have nothing to lose, it wasn't someone on our side who suggested it."

"I agree with this one, after all, I'm also afraid that those poor people will make a scene. Although making a scene doesn't hinder anything, it's trouble in the end."

"Giving civilians hope and shattering that hope, I love it."

Civilians discuss it more loudly than the rich.

This rule change had little effect on them, but the game was already unfair and they didn't have the guts to challenge the authority of the rich. Now there was hope, and it was better than the way it had been before.

Smells even tried with a young man wearing glasses, "It's still not a fair change, and the rich rarely get the answer wrong."

"Not necessarily, didn't a civilian draw the master card earlier?" The four-eyed boy's eyes twinkled, not wanting to talk about this too risky topic, "I think this change is good, at least we're already slave cards, we can't drop down to anywhere, those rich people will be miserable. Besides, the people attending the ball are here by choice, they're willing to come for the money, what do you care."

Smelling Lian frowned and suddenly tugged on his arm, "Why don't we protest again, the rich man might not have returned more."

Four Eyes desperately tried to break free of his hand, "Are you crazy! Have you forgotten the death waiver we signed when we boarded the ship? You want to die I don't want to die yet, I had the nerve to go to the ball and make an extra buck, and I want to go back alive to collect my winnings!"

After he got Smells Lian's hand off, he let out a "Bah!" and buried his head in the crowd, "Bad luck."

Wenren withdrew his hand, "Death waiver ...... bonus ......"

He looked at the line where the rich and the commoners were hierarchically divided, his eyes complicated.

When he first arrived at the ball, Winkelian was wondering how so many poor people were going to the party.

For the poor, money can sometimes buy lives.

It can also buy away dignity and qualification as a "human being".

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Everyone acquiesces to Jiang Luo's stated rule change, but Mr. Wilton on stage sulks and yells, "I don't agree!"

Jiang Luo looks at him with no emotion in his eyes and suddenly strides forward, walking up the side of the stage, the waiter who stopped the young woman's husband earlier does not stop Jiang Luo this time. Jiang Luo goes up to the young woman and pulls her up and pushes her off the stage, approaching Wilton's side.

Holding the microphone in one hand, the tall, dark-haired young man gracefully leaned over and whispered in the ugly rich man's ear, "Mr. Wilton, you should open your eyes to the way the poor people are looking at you."

"They already know how unequal this game is, " Jiang Luo let out a chuckle, the danger in his tone pinpricks into the rich man's brain, "There are poor people all over this ship, and as many ants as there are can bite an elephant, and it would bother us if you were to get bitten all over by an ant. "

Wilton's pupils tightened as he heard the dark-haired youth in front of him say, "Don't give us any trouble, you hear me?"

With that, Jiang Luo steps back, takes one last look at Wilton, and walks off the side of the stage.

Wilton was still in a daze, but he suddenly felt a sense of extreme danger.

Chills ran down his spine and he stiffened, and Wilton followed the terrifying sight to see a dark blonde-haired man leaning against a pillar watching him with a smirk.

A few moments later, Wilton suddenly ran off the stage in a fit of madness, laughing, and crashing through the crowd all the way to the outside of the ballroom.

"Crazy, right ......," the man he hit turned his head and cursed.

Jiang Luo watched as no one raised any objections and waved at the waiter, whispering a few words in his ear. The waiter stepped onto the stage and announced the new rules, "New rules of the game proposed by this gentleman, who has any objections?"

The attendant waited, and when no one voiced any objections for a minute, he continued, "Then from now on, if you want to view someone else's deck, you must guess their person's identity, and if you guess incorrectly, you will automatically be changed to the status of a slave - be it a rich person or a commoner."

The music of the ball was played again.

The stage was empty and there was no second pair of masters and slaves on the stage. Even though Rich knew he had the advantage, he still didn't venture out easily.

Their eyes moved over the faces of the civilians, and someone suddenly remembered, "Who was that civilian who drew the master card earlier?"

Soon after, someone pointed at Lu Youyi and said, "He's the one who drew the master card, so you guys mustn't ask him about his identity."

They memorized Lu Youyi's appearance and tacitly prepared to avoid the civilian.

At the back of the crowd, the first mate standing in the shadows suddenly stifled a laugh, "What a clever idea."

With such a decision, others subconsciously overlooked Jiang Luo.

Slaves don't come forward to ask for Jiang Luo's identity, and the rich keep their eyes on the commoners. Even with his slave license, Jiang Luo is still safe. However, if the rules are not changed, even if Jiang Luo's strength is strong, there might be some lustful rich people who want to check his card, and there is nothing to lose by checking the card anyway, what if such a long-haired beauty rarely draws a slave card?

But with the condition that "wrong guesses will be relegated to slave status," those who were tempted to take a chance on Jiang Luo didn't dare to do so.

What appears to be for the rest of the civilian population is really nothing more than a way to keep themselves safe while cajoling the stupid rich.

Chi You hooked up his lips, but his evil taste steeped up.

He got up and left the pillar, lifting his steps toward the dance floor.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was crisp, closing in on the euphonious, lilting accompaniment.

When Chi You first entered the crowd, Jiang Luo, from a distance of a few dozen meters, seemed to be aware of the crowd, and his gaze pierced through the crowd to Chi You's body with precision.

Light colored eyes met dark blue ones.

Jiang Luo's expression was calm, black feathers sweeping over his ears. The mask was set above the bridge of his nose, and the lower half of his face was contrasted with a white color. The way he stood there quietly waiting for the evil spirits to come, as if it was the end of a feast.

All the crowd became false and faded in this moment. The noise disappeared, the distance between the pure black masks and the pure white masks grew closer and closer, and the sound of leather shoes became clearer and clearer as "duh, duh, duh, duh".

Finally, the evil spirit walked up to the human.

Two equally handsome, slender, and highly attractive men faced each other.

Their confrontation attracted many onlookers.

Neither Jiang Luo nor Chi You took the lead in speaking, and in the end, it was the Evil Ghost who opened his mouth first as he chuckled lowly, "Mr. Zhong, I must say that the new rules of the game that you have proposed are interesting."

"Thank you," the dark-haired youth nodded with a blank face, "The first mate can go have some fun with the sidekick."

First Mate: "But you are the only one in the entire ballroom who can provoke me to participate in the game."

Jiang Luo flicked up his eyelids to look at him, "Thank you for looking up to me."

Chi You's tone was clearly nonchalant, but he felt like he was being mocked. Jiang Luo had always treated him this way, but the more resilient he was, the more destructive the evil spirits became, the more they wanted to make him look annoyed and desperate again.

Preferably with red eyes and red lips, struggling to get stuck in the mud.

The evil spirit rambled a bit, "Anyone who looks at it, you're holding a master card."

Jiang Luo watched him silently as the dark-haired youth performed flawlessly. He didn't show an ounce of timidity, and underneath the surface relaxation were muscles so taut they could launch an attack at any moment. If the Evil Ghost hadn't seen it for himself, I don't think it would have been possible to guess that he had drawn a slave card.

The evil spirit laughed and said deliberately, "But sadly, I want to do the opposite."

There was no hiding from the pleasure in his body, a mixture of badness and excitement, and even the onlookers could see that he was up to no good, not to mention Jiang Luo, who was right in front of him.

At Jiang Luo's unmoving look, the Evil Ghost's tone rose high, "I'm guessing your card is a slave card."

"Slave cards?"

The people watching around them couldn't believe it, "Impossible, how can this person be a slave."

"I bet he's definitely the master card, is this one in the white mask intentionally trying to become a slave?"

In the midst of the skepticism, the Evil Ghost's emotions rose even higher as he hummed and asked, "Isn't that right?"

Jiang Luo's Yu Guang subconsciously glanced over to the master-slave performance stage, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes. Turning his head again, he looked deeply at the evil spirit, his tone containing danger within it, "Are you sure? I'll give you a chance to change your mind."

The evil spirit gave a start, vaguely sensing something inexplicably out of place.

At the next moment, Jiang Luo raised his hand and gently nodded at the evil spirit's left chest, his fingers lingering, but his eyes as sharp as a knife's point, "Mr. First Mate, there are some words that you need to think about before you say them."

He's threatening the evil spirit with a stone heart.

That subtle bit of defiance was buried by that one statement, and the evil spirit paused and bent courteously, "Thank you for your generosity, but I'm certain of my answer."

Jiang Luo paused for a moment and slowly drew his deck from his breast pocket.

He fixed his eyes on the center pattern for a few seconds before looking up at the evil spirit.

The Evil Ghost had a good look on his face, that subdued look of control over the situation, as if certain of the outcome of this game.

The corners of the dark-haired youth's crimson lips slowly lifted, raising higher and higher, revealing a strange smile.

He turned the deck, and the golden crown on the white card seemed to glow brightly in the light as if it were glowing like gold flakes.

"Congratulations, First Mate."

His two fingers pinched the card and handed it to the evil spirit's eyes, his open grin no longer concealed, "You have successfully descended to slave status."