Hearing what Gottlin said, Mo Li knew he had guessed right. It really was Elaine's group of three.
"What are the features of the other woman? Tell me."
Mo Li was still somewhat uneasy. If Shizue disappeared because of him, then even dying ten thousand times would not be enough to atone for it.
"Lord Morax, I did not get a clear look at the other woman either. I do not know what race she was, but she wore an entirely white outfit, along with a mask and a cloak. She was wrapped up tightly."
Gottlin's words were full of apology.
"Did that woman have black hair? And did her mask have white stripes?"
Mo Li asked Gottlin.
"Yes, Lord Morax. That was the woman."
Gottlin's eyes lit up as he hurriedly agreed.
It was Shizue. No mistake about it.
Mo Li thought to himself. Just like in the original story, the plot had not changed.
At that moment, Mo Li's expression stiffened. He suddenly thought of a serious problem: Rimuru's previous life was no longer a man, but a woman. This was a very serious problem.
Seeing Mo Li care so much about a woman, a flicker of jealousy flashed deep within Rimuru's eyes.
You jerk, Ari, I'm still right here! And you dare care so much about other women? If I weren't here, wouldn't you turn the world upside down? Just wait and see how I deal with you later.
Rimuru had already imagined a hundred different tortures in her mind—whips, ropes, candles, secret rooms, everything.
Mo Li suddenly felt a chill run down his back.
"Why do I have such a bad feeling? Did I get contaminated by something filthy?"
Somewhere Mo Li could not see, Rimuru's gaze was terrifying.
Rigurd and Gottlin were already breaking out