471: Chapter 517 Just like that, they take in a maid?

An Ke uttered these words with a cold sneer.

Around him, the animals Old Crocodile, Little Scar, and the two individuals Jin Xiaoxiao and Oufu were already prepared for battle.

The other party's goal was to make An Ke become a male concubine.

An Ke could never agree to that. Since that was the case, there was nothing left to discuss between the two sides.

A fight was definitely unavoidable.

At this moment, a low-pressure zone seemed to form between the two sides, with a great battle ready to erupt at any moment.

But the low-pressure zone was quickly broken by a single sentence from Ms. Roman.

"Man, do you really want me to be your maid?"

Ms. Roman swayed her feet clad in black stockings, her eyes shimmering with a myriad of lights.

"Huh?!"

Oufu and Jin Xiaoxiao were both covered in question marks. What did that sentence mean?

An Ke's eye twitched slightly as well.

He found himself completely unable to understand the thoughts of this opposing civilization's contestant.

Every move she made defied conventional logic.

Did she enjoy playing abstract games?

An Ke, naturally, didn't care: "Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"

Wasn't this another form of contest in itself?

Whoever backed down was a coward.

Ms. Roman opened her palm, covering her mouth as she laughed heartily: "Hahaha!"

"Then, starting now, should I call you Master?"

"Hello~ Master, my name is Roman. You can call me Little Roman."

"Sister?"

Ms. Roman's series of actions left her four younger sisters utterly stunned.

They, too, could not comprehend Ms. Roman's actions.

However, Ms. Roman merely smiled radiantly at An Ke, paying no heed to her sisters.

Opposite her, An Ke remained silent, meeting her gaze.

Just what scheme was she plotting?

"Wait, she actually agreed?" Oufu was greatly astonished.

Jin Xiaoxiao widened his eyes even further, feeling both shock and envy.

The senior is just too awesome!

To inexplicably acquire a maid like this...

Outside, the live broadcast room exploded.

A certain member of the Tar masses: "What the hell! What is this Roman contestant from your Thousand Changes Race doing?"

"Inexplicably throwing herself into the mix?"

"This move is truly hard to stomach."

"Could there be some hidden great wisdom behind it?"

"Wisdom my foot! She has no face left at all."

"Won't the leader of the Thousand Changes Race step in and do something?"

"Just let their civilization's contestant become a maid, a laughingstock?"

"..."

It was impossible for the Tar masses not to be angry.

They and the human civilization were currently locked in a fight to the death.

To be precise, it was a fight to the death with An Ke.

They desperately wished for him to fight other civilization contestants, preferably resulting in mutual destruction.

But now, not only was there no fight, that contestant from the Thousand Changes Race was even talking about becoming An Ke's maid.

What was a maid? Equivalent to An Ke's servant.

Wouldn't that inexplicably boost the overall strength of An Ke's group?

The Tar Civilization absolutely did not want to see such a situation.

At that moment, the leader of the Thousand Changes Race appeared in the bullet comments.

However, the reply was nothing but meaningless words: "Every member of the Thousand Changes Race is free.

They have the right to make any choice!"

The Tar masses: "..."

Wasn't this just too damn ridiculous?

When it involved the face of an entire civilization, was something like this even permissible?

Wasn't this freedom a bit excessive? This was practically indulgence...

But since the leader of the Thousand Changes Race had spoken, what else could they do?

They could only rage impotently.

Dragon Country, high-level meeting room.

The Thousand Changes Race inexplicably wanting to become An Ke's maid did not bring much joy to most of the higher-ups.

Because they couldn't determine what purpose the other party truly harbored.

What if, at a critical moment, she stabbed An Ke in the back?

"Who knows what choice An Ke will make..."

Above the Moon, Control Room.

Several robots were all somewhat bewildered.

They completely failed to understand what the Thousand Changes Race contestant was trying to pull.

No. 1379 (Blue Star Monitor), No. 1314 (Savage Monitor), No. 1111 (Fungus Race Monitor), and No. 2026 (Tar Civilization Monitor) all looked toward No. 2024, the Thousand Changes Race Monitor.

No. 2024 (Thousand Changes) shrugged in the most human-like manner: "Don't look at me."

"Sometimes I don't quite understand what's going on in these civilization contestants' heads either."

"When I monitored them before, they also pulled many abstract stunts.

But back then, it was the Thousand Changes Race's [National Fortune Game], so some of those actions were still somewhat understandable.

I never expected them to be like this even when facing alien contestants. I can't comprehend it."

No. 1314 (Savage): "So you're saying the Thousand Changes Race is a civilization that enjoys playing abstract games."

No. 2026 (Tar) displayed a "pouting" emoticon, "Why can such a low-level creature even evolve into an intelligent life form?"

No. 1111 (Fungus) sneered coldly: "Forget it, forget it! Even if all the civilizations allied, they wouldn't be a match for the Fungus Race.

Victory in this will only belong to the Fungus Race."

No. 1111's words made the other robots all "pout."

No. 1379 snorted, "Victory definitely belongs to An Ke!"

After saying that, it lowered its voice and said smugly, "You must know, the Chief Steward and the Noble Lords came here precisely because of An Ke."

Apart from No. 2026 (Tar Civilization Monitor), who didn't react much, the other robots acted as if they had heard some joke.

"No. 1379, you really dare to say that," No. 2024 (Thousand Changes) lowered its voice, saying disdainfully.

"Exactly! If the Chief Steward and the Noble Lords were to take a liking to any contestant seedling, it would only be the Fungus Race under my monitoring."

No. 1111 lifted its head slightly.

"Only one contestant has achieved a comprehensive strength evaluation of A-rank."

"Although I find No. 1111's attitude very unpleasant, what it says is correct," No. 1314, responsible for the Savage Civilization, chimed in. "If the Blue Star Civilization truly had something special, would its comprehensive strength evaluation be only F-rank?"

To the side, No. 2026 (Tar) did not speak.

It had arrived here first and had some understanding of the Blue Star Civilization's situation.

That An Ke was truly a bit special.

"Hmph! The fact that the Chief Steward and the Noble Lords are here, and not at your locations, says it all!" No. 1379 snorted coldly.

"This time, the civilizations we monitor were pulled into a limited-time event. Isn't watching from any Control Room the same?" No. 1111 said indifferently.

"The great ones must have just been closer to your Control Room, so they chose yours..."

"That's not it at all!!"

The robots whispered among themselves, arguing incessantly.

There was no helping it! The Chief Steward and the Nobles were right beside them, so they didn't dare speak too loudly.

In reality, even if they weren't speaking loudly, the Chief Steward and the several Nobles could still hear them.

Let's not forget, the Chief Steward had once read minds.

They simply couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

At this moment, They were also quite curious about what scheme this Roman contestant from the Thousand Changes Race was plotting.

Because this matter involved An Ke, They could not use precognition to know the other party's purpose.

They could only speculate.

As for whether she would be affected by An Ke's mysterious affinity ability...

The several Nobles concluded that she definitely would not.

Because Ms. Roman's biological level was level 23.

Even higher than The Three Kings of Taer.

Who knows what choice An Ke will make...