Zong Jiu: "…"
He felt that Zhuge An was really a dog-head strategist.
Sneaking into No. 1's room to steal a flower, only he could think of that.
But Zhuge An just glanced at him indifferently. The reasons he listed were reasonable and well-founded.
"First, that is a special item that No. 1 carries around with him, almost always inserted in his suit pocket. The last time you saw him, it should have been in its original position."
Zong Jiu recalled.
Indeed, although the demon had changed into a waiter uniform with a white shirt and black waistcoat, perfectly blending into the ranks of the bartenders, under the dim and ambiguous light of the bar, the rose on his chest was still covered in evening dew, waiting to bloom.
At that time, Zong Jiu thought that this was some unknown hobby of No. 1. He didn't think that the rose was likely to be the one that returned to the original owner's hand after he gave it away.
"Second, from the first point, it can be concluded that No. 1 will not keep it in the system space."
"Third, the content of this question and its subsequent direction should be under No. 1's control. He is most likely waiting for you to come to him. At this time, if you don't take the normal path and use the unconventional method, you may be able to catch him off guard. "
Zong Jiu said faintly, "You can return that drop of blood to me, and I'll give you another drop."
"If you came a moment earlier, you may be able to get it."
Zhuge An shook his head, "If you were a moment later, you wouldn't be able to get that drop of blood back."
The black-haired man flicked his fingertips, and the universal key flew from the air into the arms of the white-haired young man.
"Although this is only a B-grade consumable item, it is very rare. There won't be a second one in the infinite loop. As long as you are careful enough, the success rate is very high. "
At this point, there was no other choice. This method was better than asking the demon face to face.
Zong Jiu made a "tsk" sound and put away the key with slight irritation.
There were still three days left, what if he came up with another way?
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The next morning, Xu Su brought back a piece of news.
He took out the dehydrated apple from behind him and said, "Boss, look at this! Azan said he left one of his apples and asked me to bring it to you. "
Naturally, when Zong Jiu submitted the apple to the main system, the latter refused to accept it.
[This item is a trade item. It is not a gift from a trainee. Unable to submit orders.]
True enough.
The white-haired young man frowned and put the apple back in Xu Su's hand.
"Take it back. Just thank him for me."
Let's not talk about whether Azan was controlled by the puppet strings or whether he did it on purpose. First of all, when they were in the Barren Village dungeon, both sides used survival points to trade. Strictly speaking, it was not a one-sided gift from the Zong Jiu.
Previously, Zong Jiu had thought wrongly. Now that he had figured it out and verified his conjecture, it was undoubtedly another way out.
Counting the fruits that he had given out in the Barren Village instance, the trainees had eaten every single one of them that he had given out. Instead, there were only a few left from the trade. Now that he thought about it, it was true that he had to pay for it.
Therefore, for the rest of the day, Zong Jiu acted as if nothing had happened and did what he was supposed to do. He was even in the mood to stroll around the restaurant on the second floor and pick out a few new clothes on the first floor.
After advancing to Level B, the main system had not been stingy with the other aspects of life. Although the high-level trainees were indifferent, they did not take the initiative to provoke him. On the contrary, many newcomers and low-level veterans showed signs of wanting to defect.
Due to the changes that happened in the King's Game, a few major forces started to pay attention to Magician.
If Magician really wanted to establish his own faction in the Thriller Trainee Competition, it would be no different from splitting the spoils with the other factions.
Among the trainees who had advanced to Level B and above, except for a few strong Level S freelancers, almost all of them belonged to an organization.
After all, the Infinite Loop Dungeon was so difficult that solo players could not survive alone. They could only rely on the factions to form a team. Although the factions would collect membership fees, they would focus on nurturing those with potential. It was a kind of mutually beneficial relationship that greatly increased the survival rate of those who sought to survive.
The entire Thriller Trainee Competition had already gone through two rounds. The seniors in Grade B were all trying their best to get into Grade A because there were only one hundred spots for them to debut. Those who could not debut would undoubtedly be buried in this competition.
Coincidentally, these spots were almost all decided. After communicating with each other, the factions reached a preliminary agreement. Even the veterans did not have enough spots, but the newcomers still wanted to fight for them. Did this not affect the fundamental interests of the factions?
However, the leading factions did not make a move. For example, Night people who had sent Magician an invitation not long ago. Therefore, most of the other factions did not make a move.
As for why there was such a strange trend until now …
It was all because of the small note Zong Jiu had found in the room.
High-level trainees had the privilege of knowing the clues of the next dungeon in advance. Level B, as the mainstay of the upper three levels, naturally had this privilege too.
There were only two words written on the note: Group Dungeon.
Zong Jiu suddenly understood.
The first solo dungeon was said to be divided into thousands of different locations. The second dungeon was also divided into hundreds of locations.
Now that it was the third dungeon, the main system directly threw each level into a group dungeon.
There were close to a thousand Level B trainees. If such a large number were thrown into a group dungeon, the difficulty of the dungeon would be unimaginable. The lower the level, the more difficult the dungeon would be due to the large number of people.
No wonder Zhuge An had told him to raise his level to Level B before the next dungeon started. Thinking about it, the dungeon for the Level C trainees would be very dangerous.
This time, the main system was probably going to play for real and directly screen out a large number of people.
The next night, Zong Jiu slowly went to the open-air bar.
He had no choice. If he didn't complete the mission, he would be killed. There was no mercy. He had to go even if he didn't want to.
He purposely chose the same spot at the bar as before and ordered another glass of whiskey.
When the bartender turned around, Zong Jiu regretfully realized that he was just a normal NPC.
"Thank you."
The alcohol this time was much worse than last time.
The bartender trained by the system's assembly line was not as good as the No. 1 bartender's.
Zong Jiu quietly stared at the clear brown liquor in his hand that was refracted by the light. Suddenly, he raised the glass and downed it in one gulp.
The young man raised his neck. The slender curve of his neck was so white that it almost reflected the light under the dim light.
The cold liquor slid down his thin lips into his esophagus and into his stomach. It burned like fire. Everyone who saw this scene was dazzled.
Unfortunately, no one knew if it was because he was drunk, but the white-haired young man turned around and left the open-air bar after finishing the drink. He left the other trainees to chat.
"Have you heard the news about Magician that has been spreading like wildfire these past two days?"
"I heard. I'm very interested if he's building his own force."
"I wonder if Magician completed the last round of the King's Game."
"He should have completed it. It's such a simple order. He can just submit the mission to his friends."
The evening breeze slowly brought these discussions over.
Zong Jiu, who seemed to have left but was actually a thief, changed his clothes and put on a wig and sunglasses. "…"
Many trainees at the bar didn't pay much attention to this strangely dressed man.
There were many trainees in strange outfits. Some even liked to walk around in doll costumes. Looking at the S-level costumes, they were from ancient times to modern times. There were costumes from every country's history. Zong Jiu's white hair and pink eyes were too eye-catching. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to disguise himself.
Zong Jiu went to the first floor of the trainees' dormitory yesterday to buy a wig and costume.
He carefully avoided other people's eyes and ears and pretended to walk along the wall casually.
Zong Jiu purposely went to the bar to leave a card for the bartender.
"Please tell No. 1 that I'll be waiting for him at the bar at midnight."
If there was an emergency to find a trainee, the main system could pass the message. After all, many trainees wouldn't even leave the house after returning from the dungeon. Zhuge An was one of them.
The devil knew that Zong Jiu was going to find him, so there was a high chance that he would show up.
However, he probably wouldn't expect Zong Jiu to go straight to the point. The plan seemed simple, but there was still a chance of success. It mainly depended on luck.
Zong Jiu squatted quietly by the wall and watched as the clock drew closer to midnight.
At 11: 50, he saw a blurry shadow by the bar through the layers of lights.
Here's my chance!
Zong Jiu held the key. The moment the tip of the key touched the door, it disappeared like water and milk.
[B-Grade Item: Universal/Key/Key, Used]
The heavy door was suddenly pushed open, revealing a deep gap.
Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Zong Jiu slipped into the room and quietly closed the door behind him.
The last bit of light was extinguished, and the unbelievably large room fell into silence again.
Dark. It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.
There was no light source in the room. The heavy curtains and tapestries blocked out the moonlight.
If Zhuge An's dormitory was minimalistic with black, white, and gray colors, then No. 1's room was eerily cold. The Weeping Madonna statue stood on the left side of the door. Every corner was filled with unsettling elements.
He only had 15 minutes.
If the devil realized that he didn't show up after a long time, he would know something was wrong.
Fortunately, Zong Jiu was lucky.
In such a large room, he only searched for roses for three minutes before he locked onto his target.
There was a black suit hanging on a hanger not far away. There was a scarlet rose in the pocket of the suit. It was blooming beautifully against the dark background.
Zong Jiu's eyes lit up. He quickly walked forward, but halfway through, he realized the problem.
In the silent and dark background, he heard an imperceptible sound of water.
When did people take off their clothes?
The answer was obvious.