If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

The pressurized hot water sprayed by the shower head stopped spewing, and the rich white water vapor rose straight up to the bathroom ceiling and gathered in a cloud. The exhaust fan was whining, and the water on the tiles gathered along the inclined angle design. The drainage hole in the corner turned into a small whirlpool, making a snoring sound.

On the foggy bathroom mirror, Lancelot reached out and wiped it, revealing his naked figure. He lowered his head slightly and wiped the golden hair clean with a thick white towel, and then pulled the metal rod over. After carefully wiping the water off his strong upper body with the bath towel hanging above him, he wrapped the bath towel around his waist and tucked the corners inside to keep it stuck.

Lancelot glanced at the waterproof electronic clock on the sink. The time displayed on it was 10:30PM. According to the plan, Su Xiaoqiang and the others who were outside at this time had already finished their investigation and were reuniting, including the return journey. , it is estimated that there will be a knock on the door of the room around 11:00 PM for a summary meeting at the end of the day.

In other words, he still had half an hour to finish the chores he needed to do, which was to take care of the children.

"Xiawang, do you want to take a bath?" Lancelot opened the drawer of the sink and found the hair dryer. Before opening it and using it, he asked Xiawang in the room outside the bathroom.

Although the question was asked in this way, Lancelot wanted Xiawang to take a bath during his preparation, because since he had been staying in the room these days, Xiawang only played and ate, and after playing, he went straight to bed. , the farthest he went out was nothing more than walking around the SPA area twice, so he didn’t pay much attention to his personal hygiene.

Thanks to the hotel under Su Xiaoqiang's property, which has complete facilities, including a bar, a spa, an observation deck and even a children's play area, Xiawang was able to endure it. Otherwise, according to the past situation, he would be all over the world in a short time. Find Xia Mi.

Maybe Xia Mi and Lin Nian both told Xia Wang to listen to Lancelot, the nanny who took care of the children, when they left. Xia Wang really didn't cause any trouble to Lancelot these days. Lancelot's mother called Whatever he does, he does.

Let him eat less sweets and he can just stare at the ice cream in the SPA area and drool without sticking out his tongue. Let him go to bed early. It's not dark until five o'clock. He is lying on the bed with the quilt pulled up and staring at the ceiling in a daze. He can't sleep. Just stay in a daze until I feel sleepy.

The only drawback is probably that it's so edible. Xiawang is always looking for something to eat, either desserts, meat, or snacks. The only reason that drove this child to move in the hotel was probably to eat.

Lancelot controlled his appetite as much as possible to avoid having a bad stomach and sending him to the hospital, which would cause some bad accidents. But every time he saw him drooling while staring at the food, he really couldn't bear to see him starving. Because as long as he didn't allow it, Xiawang wouldn't reach out for food even if his eyes were so hungry.

He was so well-behaved that he looked like someone else's child in a textbook. Lancelot, who was originally a little wary of children, even had one. If his own child was as obedient as Xiawang in the future, maybe having a child wouldn't be that easy. Something that scares people?

"Xiawang? Can you hear me?"

Lancelot held the hairdryer in his hand and waited for a reply from outside, but did not wait for a response. He listened carefully to the movements outside and heard the sound of the game promotional video still playing on the computer. Xiawang might have put those Are you watching a game promotional video like a horror movie and are you too scared to speak out?

He remembered that when he was searching for the game called "Nine Layers of Ghost Realm" mentioned by Su Xiaoqiang, several live-action videos that appeared to be game promotional videos popped up. While he was watching, Xia Wang was also sitting on the bed watching. As a result, I was so frightened that I couldn't help but scream. It seemed that I was particularly afraid of the dark subway in the video. I also hoped that this child would not suffer from subway PTSD in the future.

He remembered to pause the game promotional video before taking a shower. Now the sound playing outside cannot be faked. Could it be that Xiawang, the kid, has a character that the more timid he is, the more he wants to watch it, and the more he eats, the more he loves to play?

Lancelot turned on the hair dryer and blew his hair. The whining noise of the hair dryer filled his ears, and the hot air blew on the wet hair, causing it to feel dry and hot.

Immersed in this noise and dry heat, Lancelot closed his eyes and fell into this moment. In the chaotic and open environment, where vision, hearing, and smell were completely blocked in the bathroom, the speed of thinking in his mind began to speed up. Some details that he had originally ignored were gradually pieced together subconsciously. When they were just beginning to take shape, a darker and darker outline rose in front of his eyes.

Halfway through the blow-drying, the golden hair stopped shaking and fell down. The hair dryer stopped working, the noise and air flow stopped, and the bathroom became quiet.

Lancelot put down the hair dryer, opened the bathroom door with bare feet and took a look outside, wearing a half-length bath towel.

The room was as clean and tidy as new. A corner of the quilt on the bed was opened. The laptop on the work table nearby was playing a dark-colored game promotional video. Gasps and screams filled the room through the speakers, but there was no sound. Looking at his audience, the room was empty except for Lancelot, who was standing at the door of the bathroom.

Lancelot turned to look at the door. The door of the room was open, and he could see the warm yellow corridor light outside. There was a pair of small-sized shoes missing from the shoe cabinet at the door.

(PS: This weird feeling of suddenly facing a boss battle is really worthy of the "most terrifying" BGM, the soundtrack from the spell return battle, which is quite touching.)

Lancelot, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, passed through the living room, and walked out of the open door.

Lancelot stood in the corridor of the hotel. Warm yellow lamps were hung one after another on both sides, one every three meters apart. They were in order, and the light outlines cast by the lamps were also so similar. , the arc-like brown wool carpet in the corridor reflects circle after circle, infinitely repeating patterns, mahogany doors marked with complicated house numbers, one after another, one after another, back and forth towards the end of the line of sight, There seems to be no end.

There is actually an end. Lancelot stood in the arc of light in the corridor, looking at the well-dressed boy walking forward in the far distance of the corridor. He walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor ahead. The elevator door was open, with white light projected inside. There was no one there, but it was not closed either. It waited patiently for the boy to walk through the long corridor and enter it, sending him to where he should go.

"Xiawang." Lancelot called out Xiawang's name. His voice was not loud, but it was quite penetrating in a straight and empty space like the corridor.

The boy on the far side heard his call, stopped, turned around, and looked at Lancelot with his molten red golden eyes from a distance. There was no majesty, no terror, nothing, but it was soaked in tears. , not fear, but patience.

"Xiawang?"

The second call was obviously hesitant. Lancelot's golden pupils reflected those molten red eyes. His bloodline was activated. It was not controlled by his own consciousness, but when he saw those molten red pupils. , the blood flowing in his body was awakened involuntarily. This was a sleeping memory in the genes, an unstoppable natural reflex.

"Xiawang, come back. Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something. There are also potato chips you like to eat in the room."

Despite this, Lancelot still did not make any too violent reaction. The golden eyes and the molten red eyes faced each other. There was no spiritual confrontation, only the trust accumulated in daily life and familiar exchanges and communication. .

Xiawang stretched out a hand toward Lancelot. Even though they were at least dozens of meters away, Lancelot wanted to grab the hand that was reaching out to him immediately, but he just wanted to grab it. Taking a step forward, the door on the side of the corridor not far in front of him suddenly opened.

A man walked out of the room. He was the lobby manager of the hotel. The male manager they had met when they first arrived at the hotel. He was wearing a crisp gray suit and seemed to have just finished solving some facilities problems in the room behind him. He retreated to the corridor with a bunch of keys, and turned around to see Lancelot.

"Huh? Isn't this guest a friend of Su Xiaoqiang? I remember." When the lobby manager saw Lancelot, he recognized this extraordinary-looking foreign friend at a glance, and then focused on Lancelot. In terms of dressing up, "Well, this guest, unless there are special circumstances, we do not recommend walking around in the corridor wearing a bath towel."

The lobby manager said it very tactfully. He probably didn't know Lancelot's specific nationality. He didn't know if the culture in his hometown was more open, so that men could walk around in public as long as they wore a bath towel on their lower body. Move around.

No matter how good your figure is, you can't show off like this, right? Not to mention the lower body covered by the bath towel, just the smooth upper body and the strong figure. If any female guests accidentally saw her in the corridor, she would probably scream with red ears!

"Sorry." Lancelot simply responded without looking at the lobby manager.

"Well, please understand the rules of our hotel. If this scene is seen by other female guests, it will be very troublesome." Seeing that Lancelot had no intention of returning to the room, the lobby manager came up rather embarrassed and stretched out his hand. On Lancelot's shoulders.

[Condition 1: Real physical contact is required]

The moment before the lobby manager's hand reached Lancelot's shoulder, within 1cm of the distance between his palm and Lancelot's bare shoulder, a force interrupted the process.

Lancelot's golden eyes and the lobby manager's eyes met at that moment. The former was calm and indifferent, while the latter was unexpected.

Lancelot's left hand firmly grasped the lobby manager's right hand, and pinched the wrist through the cuff of the suit. The cuff was pinched upwards with great force, and the bones of the wrist made an indescribable sound. With a normal squeezing sound, the hand was removed from Lancelot's shoulder bit by bit.

"That's right," He said.

Lancelot instantly lowered his body and swept his right leg, but it was all in vain, and he felt a tearing feeling in his hand.

He slowly straightened up, glanced at the remaining half of the suit sleeve in his hand, and then looked forward. Ten meters away, the lobby manager retreated to a relatively safe distance. The sleeve on his right hand was torn and broken, and there were red bruises on his wrist. , and abnormal angle bending, it is obvious that the wrist bone has been fractured.

The lobby manager stood in the halo of the corridor in a very elegant and upright posture. The broken wrist did not cause him any discomfort or pain. He looked at Lancelot wrapped in a bath towel from a distance, and placed his left hand gently on his chest. Greeting him, "It's probably not the first time we've met."

"This is indeed not the first time we have met."

Lancelot threw away the remains of the suit cuffs in his hands, opened his hands at his sides, and the muscles under his white skin began to ripple like water, tightening, and protruding blue veins. A ferocious beast ready to attack.

His expression was calm, and he was looking directly at the terrifying existence bathed in halo in the corridor, wearing the skin of the lobby manager, with all his concentration.

An infinitely long threshold space has been formed. The opposition of doors and the arrangement of lights in the corridor have extended into an infinite corridor like an ouroboros. Lancelot and Him are in it, each other's "domain" "It has already begun to contact, expand, and erode.

Tit for tat.

"Sure enough, the mystery has been lost, and many things are inconvenient to do." The lobby manager gently moved his folded wrist, and then said that the weird wrist returned to a normal angle in front of the bone ring.

"'Emperor', I remember Lin Nian and Lu Mingfei called you that. Tell me your reason for coming." Lancelot said calmly.

"It is the director's responsibility to ensure that every actor on the stage can be in place." The lobby manager said, "I have always been a good director."

Lancelot's gaze glanced over his shoulder for a moment, then landed on Xia Wang, who was standing motionless in front of the elevator, and he naturally understood what the other person meant.

"Perhaps you don't know how important he is?" The lobby manager smiled, "Without him, many stories would not be possible, so I have to take him away tonight. Thank you for your efforts in raising children these days, like An outstanding talent like you who is not weaker than Chu Zihang is really overqualified just to take care of children."

"This just proves that my companion's decision is correct. If it were anyone else, he might have fallen into your trap just now, right?" Lancelot said.

"A trap, how can it be called a trap if it's just physical contact?"

"Your speech spirit is classified as 'advent' within us, but if you want to use this ability beyond the specifications, it must be quite complicated. According to our discussions and speculations, one of the conditions for the activation of your speech spirit is, It’s necessary physical contact,” Lancelot said.

"Not a bad guess."

"You didn't deny the statement of 'one of the conditions', so if you want to activate the word spirit, you really need to meet other conditions."

"."

The lobby manager looked at Lancelot with a smile and did not answer the question.

"Lin Nian said that you won't lie. If you don't answer this question, can I think that your silence confirms my statement?"

"But Lin Nian also said that I usually use non-committal methods to mislead your judgment. Have you forgotten this, kid who doesn't listen to the class well?" The standing lobby manager tapped lightly with his left hand. forehead.

"Noncommittal misleading methods can only be used against wavering people. Lin Nian and Lu Mingfei have been deeply wary of you for a long time. They have lost the ability to make optimal judgments on your words and deeds." Lancelot Te said slowly, "But I am different, I am not afraid of you, and I am also unfamiliar with you. And I have always believed in my intuition. My intuition tells me that the way you spoke just now has already implemented what I have said before. My guess is that the conditions for activating your word spirit are quite stringent. If you want to 'descend' a person, you need to meet multiple conditions. Physical contact is only one of them. I guess there are about two to three other conditions that need to be met. .”

flatly. Lancelot's words were consistent with his actions. There was no wavering or hesitation in his golden eyes. Faced with the emperor's "mystery", he showed a rather tricky attitude in dealing with it.

Smart guy.

With a smile on his face, the lobby manager raised his straight right hand, opened his palm, curled his thumb, and said, "Four."

"Four conditions." He stared at Lancelot with his bright golden eyes in the blink of an eye, "As long as the four conditions are met, I can complete what you call 'coming'. And now I have completed a quarter of it. one."

ps: This weird feeling of suddenly facing a boss battle really deserves to be paired with the "most terrifying" BGM, the soundtrack from the spell return battle, which is quite touching.