Zong Jiu felt that Zhuge An was really useful.
Since he had a military advisor, he couldn't just leave him alone. As a result, he was shocked when he used him.
He and Zhuge An conspired and made a careful plan.
Because they weren't sure if the devil was in the room, and they weren't sure if he would carry the red rose with him. Therefore, to be on the safe side, Zong Jiu planned to first fish out No.1, and then quietly sneak into his room. When the time was right, he and Zhuge An's side would provide support, catching the other side off guard.
If No. 1 went to the appointment, Zhuge An would stay by the bar to help him contain the devil. Zong Jiu could search his room, and even if he couldn't find the flower, he could do something.
Zhuge An gave him a mystical D-class item, the Space Pocket. As long as he stuck the Space Pocket into the pocket of the devil's suit, Zong Jiu would be able to take the rose without anyone noticing.
If No. 1 didn't go to the appointment, then there would be a lot of luck involved.
Zong Jiu was likely to be caught red-handed.
This time, he had to use Zhuge An. After all, counting the time was not the strength of tarot cards, but the strength of the Tai Chi Eight Trigrams.
So Zhuge An told him to go in at around 11: 50, and he would get an unexpected surprise.
No. 3 was very knowledgeable. Although he was usually aloof, he also knew that after pledging his loyalty, he needed to show his value to the lord. So he put in extra effort in this plan, and almost did everything himself. Zong Jiu, who had never been treated like this by Zhuge An before, was flattered.
Now it seemed that the surprise Zhuge An was talking about should be the one in front of him.
Of course, people couldn't wear clothes when they were taking a shower. Even No. 1, who carried the rose with him, couldn't bring the flower to the bathroom.
Now was the perfect time!
In the dark, Zong Jiu stared at the rose, and every step he took was very careful, trying not to make any sound.
This time, he and Zhuge An had prepared flawlessly, and he had even thought of this point.
However, this room was too big, so big that it was difficult to see the end of it. All he could see were all kinds of strange furniture lying on the ground like silent beasts. All of them had strange shapes, but they also had an inexplicable sense of beauty.
The sound of water continued, and it became clearer as his footsteps approached.
Not far in front of him, the rose was still quietly blooming.
The moonlight shone through the window, and the reflection of the water flowed onto the thick carpet, becoming the only source of light in this dark room. Previously, because it was blocked by the tall wine cabinet, not a trace of it could be seen. Only by walking here could they catch a glimpse of it.
When he reached the end of the wine cabinet, the Zong Jiu suddenly stopped.
Because of the clear sound of water, he realized that something was wrong.
There was no bathroom, nor was it a shower. From the sound of it, it should be an open bath.
If he didn't notice this, he was afraid that he would be caught as soon as he stepped out.
The Zong Jiu stared at the space between the wine cabinet and the bed that was covered with moonlight, and fell into deep thought.
No matter how resourceful Zhuge An was, he didn't expect this.
So, how could he cross this section of the ground without attracting the attention of No. 1?
While he was thinking, in the next second, a strong sense of danger suddenly rushed from the bottom of the Zong Jiu's feet to the top of his head.
The white-haired youth turned sideways, squatted in the shadow behind the wine cabinet, and softened his breathing.
"Hualalalala —"
The sound of water breaking through the water suddenly sounded.
Someone stood up from the cold pool, just like his body temperature that was as white as snow on a mountain peak all year round.
It was rare for the man's half-length black hair to be untied. The lower end of his hair was wet and draped over his shoulders. The water droplets dripped down his perfectly shaped abs and rolled down to his calves, seeping deep into the carpet.
The glass of red wine was placed on a platter made of platinum. The moonlight gilded the clear scarlet inside with a layer of bright silver. It also illuminated the ferocious crisscrossing scars on his back, like a flawless piece of art.
The devil casually picked up the bathrobe on the side, tied it loosely, and stepped over the edge of the pool.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the cold lines of the wine cabinet in the dark. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth curved, and he walked straight to the door.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The footsteps approached, like an experienced hunter teasing his prey. Every step knocked on his heart, and brought an extreme sense of tension and oppression.
The Zong Jiu squatted behind the wine cabinet, his brows tightly knitted.
He was seriously considering the possibility of success if he rushed over to snatch the roses.
In the past, the more nervous he was, the calmer he was. Even if the magic festival was broadcasted around the world, Zong Jiu wouldn't be that nervous.
However, whenever he faced No. 1, Zong Jiu would feel his competitive spirit being stimulated, and his mind would be filled with thoughts of how to trick his opponent.
In a sense, Guiguzi's prophecy was right. The grudge would grow bigger and bigger, and it was predestined.
After thinking for so long, Zong Jiu realized that he was now in a dilemma.
If he went forward, he would probably be stopped by the puppet threads, and if he retreated, it was the same. He could only wait and see.
The black shadow gradually elongated on the carpet, and it slowly bared its fangs.
"Creak —"
The sound of the wine cabinet being opened came from above.
The devil hummed a song, and there seemed to be a deep pool of light in his dark golden pupils.
Taking advantage of the song, Zong Jiu continued to shrink into the shadows.
Anyway, unless No. 1 caught him red-handed, he was determined not to come out. Let's see who could outlast the other.
The fragrant wine splashed in the air, and those who knew about wine knew that a bottle of the highest quality was opened.
"What a pity, there's no time to sober up." The low voice seemed to be talking to itself.
Then, the cold wine pushed the air and slowly fell into the glass.
The wine glass was raised, and the shadow grew bigger until it stopped on the ground not far from where Zong Jiu was hiding.
The white-haired youth's fingers were already on the cards, and his light pink eyes stared at the shadow on the ground that was inches away from him.
He was prepared. If there were any strange movements, regardless of whether he could win, he would fight first. He couldn't lose face for no reason.
The atmosphere was tense.
At that moment, a steady knocking sound came from the heavy door in the distance.
"Knock — Knock — Knock —"
The main system's cold voice sounded in the air.
[No. 3 has an urgent matter to discuss.]
The devil smiled faintly. "What's the urgent matter?"
[The other party chose to talk face to face.]
[Read another unread message: B-level trainee Zong Jiu invites you to meet at the open-air bar in five minutes.]
"Oh?"
The interest in the man's eyes grew.
He seemed to inadvertently glance at the shadow behind the wine cabinet, and regretfully put the new wine glass back on the cabinet. "Then I'll have to excuse myself for a moment."
"See you later."
.....
After the door closed again, Zong Jiu was silent for half a minute under the wine cabinet before he slipped out of the shadows.
It was 11: 57, three minutes until his meeting with the donkey devil.
Zhuge An, a godly assist! He's too reliable!
Thinking of the blurry figure he saw at the bar, Zong Jiu thought for the first time that having a military advisor was not bad.
At least in all kinds of unexpected situations or when the lord accidentally dropped the ball, the smart military advisor could adapt, understand the situation, and make the most perfect response.
For Zong Jiu, this was the best result.
Because he came out of the shower in a hurry, No. 1 did not change into his never-changing formal suit. The rose was still on the hanger where it was supposed to be.
Zong Jiu quickly walked over, through the cold moonlight, and took it out of the pocket of his suit.
The rose was still the same as the last time he got it, the petals quietly bloomed in the air, as if it was preserved in the most beautiful state by someone.
But Zong Jiu was not an artistic person who liked to appreciate things.
After he got the item, he chose to submit the mission to the main system without looking at it.
[B-level trainee Zong Jiu, completed the order, received the reward: Player's number of blind box draws x1]
Zong Jiu's heart finally fell to the ground.
What a joke, he was not done living yet, and he was suddenly notified that he would be killed if he did not complete the order in three days. How could he feel good?
"But …"
Although he solved the problem perfectly, he was still a little unwilling.
The white-haired youth stood in place and touched his chin.
This order was made by the Devil who manipulated the Messiah puppet. Although No. 1 probably did not know that Zong Jiu had already seen through it, this did not prevent him from holding a grudge.
Zong Jiu's life principle was to take revenge without delay.
When No. 1 played the role of a doctor, he dared to hit him on the head. When Granny Yin dared to betray him, he burned her ashes.
As for now —
Zong Jiu's eyes moved around the clothes hanging on the hanger, and a plan formed in his mind.
He chuckled and took out a pair of large scissors from a strange black box. He ran to the wardrobe in the room and cut off the dozens of suits that were neatly placed inside. He watched as the high-end fabrics fluttered and fell to the ground.
In the end, Zong Jiu also reached out and took No. 1's suit hanging on the bed.
Although No. 1 could have the main system send him a set of clothes, as long as he was not happy, Zong Jiu would be happy.
Zong Jiu even thought that he could consult Zhuge An to see if there was a way to use a medium to make the original owner suffer.
He remembered that there were some sorcery in Southeast Asia that could use these black magic. Although the effect was not as good as hair, as long as it could make things worse, Zong Jiu would be happy to serve No. 1.
After doing all this, Zong Jiu turned a corner and walked deeper into the room.
To be safe, he did not plan to leave from the main door.
Zhuge An worked hard to create the conditions for him, Zong Jiu would not give it up so easily.
Therefore, he chose to go to the S-class trainee dormitory's elevator.
The S-class dormitory's luxurious facilities were beyond imagination. You could have anything you wanted, and there was only one elevator. It was not shared with other trainees.
After doing all this, Zong Jiu happily hummed a song and returned to his room.
When he thought of the Devil's expression when he came back and saw the scene, Zong Jiu's mood rose sharply.
— — Until he closed his room door and turned around to see No. 1's half-smiling face in the dark.