"...lenny Tales! wants information, then I don't mind sharing. But first, please enjoy a little treat..." He waved his hand, obviously offering Lenny the half-dead people he had been molesting on the walls.
"No, thank you. I'm fresh out of sex today! What I would like is for you to tell "why."
"Why, you ask? Well, it's because I can!" Mr. Martin responded, "You see, there is a mass of undercurrents that you and I don't see happening. But if I were to say why, then I'd definitely say it was..." One of the fingers pointed at Lenny.
"YOU!"
"!?"
"Yes! You. You did say that your na was Lenny Tales, right?"
Lenny nodded.
"Then know that it's all your fault. You see, out in the wastelands, there is a bounty on your head from your forr boss!"
"So I have been made to understand," Lenny answered.
"Well, it's worse than that. See, the people I have out there say that Cuban decided to et his big sister, and she, ever willing to do anything for him, sent the giant octopus the other day.
But think of it. Is it not a little strange that a person like Baroness Everbee is in need of capturing a worm like you? Is it not easier to ask the city of milk and honey to hand you over? After all, she is a great demon existence. Even if it's on the land of another great demon existence, she does have sufficient influence.
Instead, she sent a big boy like the one from the other day. Do you know why?"
Lenny sighed, "I have my theories!"
"Well, you should. Because royal families never act without intention, with them, even a butterfly to the east has a purpose, a place in a gigantic plan."
Lenny noted those words and frowned. "You said 'Royal families'. Not royal family! From what I rember, Cuban is the abandoned son of one family, the Asmoudeus family."
"Abandoned? Whoever said anything about that. Right now, The City of Milk and Honey is not just the stage for the battle for the Alpha Selection Ceremony, but it is also the location of a little brawl amongst the families.
A brawl that even you, Lenny, are a part of."
"I fight for no one but..." Lenny's words trailed. He wanted to say how he only fought for the Morningstar, but imdiately shut up his mouth.
"But who!? It seems you might know, or perhaps a guess? After all, I heard that you are that family's bet in all this."
Lenny frowned. "Which family...?" However, a different thought suddenly popped into his head.
"Are all the great-level existences affiliated with one or any of the royal families?"
Mr. Martin suddenly looked at Lenny as if he were looking at a fool.
"Do you really not know how powerful the royal families are, or do you just feel like tickling my balls?"
"You don't have balls I wish to touch!" Lenny stated.
Mr. matin chuckled lightly. "Here, I was expanding my territory just to threaten the others as I sit with this 'chief' identity, and sohow, I still managed to invite you here. Nevertheless, it doesn't matter. Since you have co as a special guest, why don't you remain as a PERMANENT one?
Mr. matin's fingers all launched for Lenny.
*BOOM!* It smashed the ground as Lenny, with his quick steps, dodged to the side in ti, and at the sa ti, his hand moved as a katana appeared.
Moses had already moved, carrying Victor several steps back to safety.
Mr. Martin wanted to attack again, but he quickly noticed that he could not feel his unnaturally extended limbs.
Lenny had moved, slicing the extended D*ck fingers.
They wiggled on the ground like slimy worms that had been sprinkled with salt.
Mr. Martin's eyes followed Lenny's location as he used the fingers of his other hand to attack.
However, after Lenny's recent growth, his speed was literally too fast for the eyes to follow.
Mr. Martin proved to be quite strong, but in the aspect of speed, he was greatly lacking.
The D*ck Fingers all managed to hit locations where Lenny appeared but were monts late every single ti.
Each force smashed into the ground, digging into the ground like a drill searching for oil.
Lenny, with his overactive imagination, could not help but envision the kind of horror those unfortunate people had been going through. After all, these were clearly more weapons than they were d*cks.
No matter how Mr. Martin attacked, Lenny managed to always move on ti.
"You know, I would have loved to talk so more," Lenny stated, "but I have better things to attend to, and bullying a useless blob of flesh is no fun for ."
Lenny suddenly moved. Every ti he would appear, he would advance closer and closer.
Mr. Martin increased his frenzied attacks, but they were of no use.
Before he knew what was happening, Lenny had appeared before his eyes.
*SLUSH!*
The lodic sound of a blade sliding into the blob of flesh was heard as Lenny's blade slid right into his head. With a little more effort, the blade was pulled upwards, dividing the head that was barely discernible from the neck like a waterlon.
Mr. Martin stared in disbelief.
Just like that, Lenny had ended the fight.
Lenny waved his hand as the katana disappeared back into his storage unit.
Lenny turned around, about to leave.
However, he had only taken a few steps forward when he realized sothing very strange.
He had killed Mr. Martin, but the d*ck fingers he had cut off were still wriggling on the ground.
Just then, he activated Appraiser. And the stats he saw on them made him turn around.
"So you are not yet dead!"
"Hehehehe!!!" Mr. Martin chuckled even though his head was split apart.
Slowly, he rose back to his feet as his face nded itself with strings of muscle fibers extending from one end to the other like cheese from a slice of pizza unwilling to break.
"Lenny Tales, I never truly introduced myself to you, nor did I tell you which royal family I stand for, did I? I am Martin, Servant of the House of Beelzebub..."
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