(The anti-theft device has been replaced.)
After the matter was revealed, the two of them didn't mention the engagement again.
Fan Zhuo naturally didn't call him over for such a boring reason.
He came to ask Zong Jiu how Vincent died in the first psychiatric hospital.
Zong Jiu finally remembered that Vincent and Anthony were both high-ranking members of the Night people. They were both No.2's right-hand men. Night people had always been at odds with the Messiah's Temple. They didn't have a good relationship with Zhuge An and had even been tricked by him before.
There were only three survivors from the psychiatric hospital. Finding Zong Jiu was indeed the most convenient way.
Unfortunately, Zong Jiu didn't have much of an impression of Vincent.
This person only existed in other people's narratives. Even the original article only mentioned that he was confident in his abilities, so he chose to act alone from the beginning.
"I understand."
Fan Zhuo didn't continue to ask after Zong Jiu said that. He only said coldly, "I'm just asking. If his arrogance led to his death, then he brought it upon himself."
It was obvious that he was well aware of the personalities of his two subordinates.
After he finished asking, Zong Jiu felt that there was nothing more to say and asked to leave.
"I'll walk you out."
The man in military uniform stood up and walked out of the tea room with him.
After the two of them walked out of the tea room side by side, the noisy trainees on the rooftop suddenly quieted down.
Everyone was using their eyes to communicate with each other. "Why is His Highness Fan Zhuo of the Night people walking together with Magician?" "They're walking side by side. It looks like they have a good relationship." "What the f * ck is going on?"
However, no one dared to provoke No.2's bad luck.
Fan Zhuo was famous for his cold-bloodedness. He was incomparably dignified and ruthless.
Even though he was far from No.1's god-like status, he was still feared by others.
But now, the surrounding trainees were shocked to discover that this Blood Kindred's Highness seemed to be in a good mood.
Even Zong Jiu himself was puzzled.
After getting married (?) After that, No. 2's attitude towards him had taken a 180-degree turn.
But when he caught a hint of nostalgia in those dark red eyes, Zong Jiu understood everything.
No matter what kind of person the original owner became, she was once ignorant and naive when she was young.
That should be a good memory. Otherwise, the two families wouldn't have agreed to an arranged marriage. Even though he was in an endless cycle of danger, he still felt warm when he thought about it.
According to Zong Jiu's knowledge, Fan Zhuo was the surname of a vampire. In order to survive, he had even changed his race and surname. He probably still missed his past as a human.
Thinking like this, he was actually basking in the glory of the original owner.
Zong Jiu thought absentmindedly.
It wasn't until he and the white haired youth nodded goodbye by the pool and the black and gold military uniform disappeared through the entrance of the S-class trainees' dormitory that everyone came back to their senses.
"No.2's aura is so strong."
"What do you think? That's an important person who's been on the battlefield. He participated in a World War II simulation and came back alive. Amazing."
"What about Magician? How did he get involved with the Night Clan? Isn't he someone that that important person thinks highly of? "
"I'm so jealous. Comparisons are odious. If the newcomers are so strong, how can us old people live?"
Zong Jiu turned a deaf ear to these discussions.
He walked to the bar and asked the bartender for a glass of whiskey.
"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment. "
Zong Jiu was particularly fond of this type of Scottish strong liquor. Every time he went to a bar, he would order a glass.
He watched as the bartender skillfully shook the shaker and made the shaker fly in arcs in the air. He couldn't help but admire the professionalism of the employees employed by the main system.
The Dealer from before was the same, the waiter was the same, and now even the little bartender was hiding his skills. If this was brought to an international bartender competition, he would probably be in the top three.
After taking the whiskey, the white haired youth turned his head and asked Anthony who was walking towards him, "Do you feel sleepy after coming back from the deserted village?"
"No." Although he didn't understand, Anthony still answered.
"Then do you feel pain on the top of your head, or is there something tugging at it?"
"… No."
"Then don't you feel that your thoughts have become strange?"
"No." Anthony was a little impatient. He suspected that this person was messing with him.
Zong Jiu looked at Anthony with a strange gaze. "Oh, then it's fine. You can go."
Anthony was confused.
He remembered the relationship between this person in front of him and his boss, and fell silent.
Forget it, if he couldn't afford to offend him, he could just hide.
After the half-vampire left, Zong Jiu sat alone at the bar and thought for a long time.
At this time, everyone on the rooftop was playing King of Kings. Only a few trainees were swimming and training in the endless pool. His bar was located in a secluded area. He was the only one sitting there for most of the day, and no one else came.
The night was low, and the stars in the sky were brighter than the last. They hung in the sky, and it was easy to distinguish the positions of the constellations. If this was on Earth, such good weather would be rare, not to mention all these stars shining at the same time.
Not far away, the trainees were playing King of Kings in full swing.
"I order the trainees who got the 3 of Hearts and the 5 of Hearts to carry out the order."
"Hahahahaha, this order is so embarrassing. Take off your pants and run around the trainees' dormitory."
"Get compliments from any Level S? Damn, what kind of difficult mission is this? "
"If we don't complete the mission, we'll have to cut off our flesh. Damn, brothers, I'll take my leave."
.....
The salty sea breeze brought these discussions to him intermittently.
Zong Jiu slowly rotated the clear wine glass in his hand. He looked at the murky wine inside and fell into deep thought.
From Anthony's answer, Zong Jiu learned that the puppet threads were just as Zhuge An said. They were undetectable, and even if they were forcibly pulled out, they wouldn't have any real feeling of being controlled.
It was like a bug in the system, and there were so few weaknesses that there were almost no weaknesses.
The side of the white-haired youth's face was a little bright under the dim light, which made him look even more picturesque. He didn't look like a mortal.
Unknowingly, he finished another glass. His face was slightly flushed, like red flowers falling in the snow. It was soul-stirring.
"Do you want another glass? Sir. "
"Thank you, but no need." He would get drunk if he drank any more.
Zong Jiu waved his hand and signaled the waiter on the other side to bring him a box of cigarettes.
Drinking would make things worse. Zong Jiu would never let himself get drunk.
Although he didn't like the smell of cigarettes, at certain times, tobacco could help him think more calmly and carefully. It could also slightly relieve his drunkenness.
Zong Jiu supported his head with one hand and thought lazily.
Strange, today's whiskey seemed to be extra intoxicating.
In the past, drinking such a cup would only make Zong Jiu full of energy. Today, he was seeing double, and it was a sign that he was drunk.
In the dim light, the bartender who turned around to organize the liquor cabinet curled his lips.
After the waiter brought the box of cigarettes, cigar scissors, and lighter, Zong Jiu frowned and picked out a lighter cigarette. He was about to light it.
"Sir, let me help you."
After Zong Jiu pressed the flint a few times without any reaction, the bartender very considerately put down the wine glass that he was wiping and turned around to hand over a flame.
Zong Jiu really needed it. Because he felt a little dizzy, he obediently lowered his head and borrowed the lighter.
But it was only a little. As long as he took a puff and let the choking smoke roll through his lungs, he would be able to —
Milky white smoke slowly rose from the end of the cigarette.
The moment Zong Jiu's head cleared slightly, he saw a pair of cold dark golden eyes flash by.
Behind the smoke, the perfect face that was filled with fear and holiness was faintly discernible. The half-length black hair was tied up and draped to the side.
The bartender, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest and gloves, had his hands on the bar counter and was looking at him with interest.
Zong Jiu: "…"
Zong Jiu: "So the famous No. 1 has a hobby of being a part-time bartender."
"No, no, no."
The bartender shook his finger with a smile. "You're No. 1."
No. 1 seemed to be in a good mood today.
He even turned around and pulled out a brand-new bottle from behind his back.
Zong Jiu clearly saw that he only crooked his finger, and the wine bottle automatically opened and poured into the mixing pot. The other seasonings also flew over one after another. Finally, the pot was covered, and all kinds of ascending and free-falling movements were done in the air.
The puppet strings were really useful, especially when performing acrobatics.
Zong Jiu felt that his sincere praise of the main system's choice of staff was purely blind.
The demon smiled and pushed the mixed drink in front of the young man. "Tequila Sunset, please."
"Tequila Sunset doesn't even give salt and lemon, drink it yourself." Zong Jiu sneered.
"That's a pity, I'll have to enjoy it myself."
The demon didn't seem to care about his resistance and shrugged.
The feeling of punching cotton made Zong Jiu feel a little irritated.
He seemed to be smoking in a relaxed manner, but in reality, his muscles were starting to tense up.
This guy came and went like a ghost, and when he wasn't paying attention, he made him drink a drink right under his nose. He really couldn't relax.
"Relax, relax."
As if he could accurately sense his mood, No. 1 slightly lowered his hands. "If I wanted to, I would have tampered with the whiskey just now."
The white-haired young man was unmoved and said coldly, "What's your purpose?"
"Don't be so defensive."
The demon put his index finger on his lips and made a "shhh" gesture.
Zong Jiu just realized that the verbal confrontation just now had attracted a lot of attention.
However, the strange thing was that if No. 1 appeared, most of the fanatical followers on the rooftop would go crazy. But now, they acted as if they didn't see the abnormality of the bartender at the bar, and their eyes only lingered on him.
The demon calmly waited for him to finish his observation before teasing him.
"Instead of asking the half-vampire, why don't you ask me directly?"
He had overheard the conversation between him and Anthony.
Zong Jiu frowned.
He sat at the bar for more than half an hour, and he didn't rule out the possibility that No. 1 had been waiting here from the beginning.
Of course, even if that was the case, Zong Jiu wouldn't feel the awkwardness of being caught gossiping behind someone's back.
The white-haired young man sneered. "If I ask, will you tell me?"
Zong Jiu wanted to know the limits, range, and even control conditions of the puppet master's ability.
Without a doubt, this was extremely confidential information. Even if he didn't directly face the enemy, he could at least use it as an important bargaining chip to guard against No. 1.
The demon smiled. "That's not necessarily true."
He stared at the triangular shadow on the white-haired young man's clavicle and lowered his voice. His voice was cold, pleasant, and slightly raised, like some kind of reptile staring at its prey, making people shudder.
"If you can … please me."
Zong Jiu sneered.
He slowly stood up from the bar, put the lit pipe aside, and hooked his finger at the person behind the bar, motioning for the latter to come closer.
— Then, he threw a punch at the treacherous and perfect face.
He asked, "Is it enough to please you?"