Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu slept very shallowly.

If in deep sleep he only needs to sleep for four hours to complete the amount of sleep he needs for a day, then he will have to sleep nearly twice as long when he sleeps very lightly and wakes up with a little disturbance.

Generally speaking, in such an unsafe environment, Zong Jiu will not be sleepy.

So even though he seemed to be asleep when he closed his eyes, he didn't actually let himself go to sleep. As long as there is a slight movement in the hand that is holding him, or a slight movement in the ear, he will immediately open his eyes.

However, it did not.

The storm is getting bigger and bigger, like someone scooped a handful of water, pouring down from the sky, and it rained heavily.

The young man closed his eyebrows slightly, and fell asleep in the dark, his silver-white eyelashes swept a shadow.

In places he hadn't seen, darkness swept silently from the ground, wrapped the bed, and cut off the sound of rain, wind, and thunder outside.

The fingers holding the magician were rough and cold, but over time they contaminated the other person's body temperature, which was higher than usual, and became warmer.

On the other side of the shadow, a few strands of long hair that were as deep as night fell on the scorched and dirty rabbit doll.

No one speaks, no dreams all night.

When Zong Jiu woke up again, the time had passed into the night again.

The magician opened his eyes, and almost moments later, his eyes, which were still stained with sleepiness, immediately became clear.

The room was still very dark, and the hand that held him tightly last night was nowhere to be found, and even the Duke of Panther NPC, who had been sitting silently on the high-back chair, was also missing.

Yesterday’s endless heavy rain has long since stopped, and the stars are bright.

The closer the carnival is, the shorter the daylight hours will be.

Strictly speaking, Zong Jiu went to bed during the day, and when he woke up, it was night again.

Zong Jiu sat up from the bed, and while tidying up his nightgown, he asked the sub-system: "What time is it now?"

【Ten p.m】

[Reminder, you still have one day and one night. By nine o'clock tomorrow night, the energy of the sub-system will be exhausted, and the ten-sided dice will not be used]

time is limited.

Zong Jiu tightened his nightgown and walked towards the door.

He opened the door, and the servants who had been ordered by the Lord Duke to guard the door were startled for an instant and bowed their heads in salute.

Obviously, these raccoons saw that Zong Jiu was able to walk independently, and there was a moment of astonishment on their faces.

As one of the high-ranking NPCs in this Super S Grade dungeon, the brutality of the Black Panther Duke can only be said to be worse than that. Among other things, at least the people in this mansion are well aware of it.

Last year, the cat brought back by the Duke from the auction venue was kept in the bedroom for three days. When he came out, he was covered with bruises and bloodstains. It was almost a breath. This time the servants opened a private gambling market, betting that this little beauty can hold on for a few days this year. As a result, no one expected that after only a long time, the Duke would leave the room first, and even coldly instructed them not to go in and disturb them, making the servants puzzled.

As a result, it now appears that the cat looks intact, nothing happened? ? ?

"Where are the locker rooms?"

Zong Jiu was not interested in observing the expressions of these animals, but asked directly.

"Yes, here, please follow us."

Because the Duke instructed to satisfy all the requirements of this human as much as possible, the raccoons did not dare to disobey the order and hurriedly led the way for him.

For so many years, it is not that there have been no cats of noble blood and strange breeds in the mansion, but it is really the first one to be ordered by the duke himself.

Seeing the white-haired youth disappearing from the back of the dressing room, the servants turned their heads and looked at each other.

On the other side, Zong Jiu stood in front of the rows of clothes racks, lost in thought.

He stretched out his hand, still lying in the palm of his hand the key that the demon gave him last night.

The appearance of this key looks very simple, the whole body is gray and black, and it is cold, and it is not a precious space transfer key at all.

Warm reminder of the sub-system [The item cannot be detected with a level, it should be an exclusive item made by the instructor by attaching part of his authority to the key]

Zhuge secretly said that in this copy, Zong Jiu has an inevitable death.

Since it was possible to make the Kotou generals so nervous, and even at the expense of expensive survival points, to transfer the space of his props to Zong Jiu, it was enough to prove the seriousness of the situation.

It is impossible for Zhuge to be unclear about what it means to be able to carry a B-level item in the super S-level copy of the banned ability.

But even so, he must first ensure the safety of Zong Jiu, which means that the real difficulty of this dark dimension copy is likely to exceed everyone's imagination, and it is even more than 50% possible. It is not necessarily that Zong Jiu will die here.

It's a pity that Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen are separated, and the two people can't communicate with each other. Zong Jiu doesn't know if Tu Yumen is in danger or has received any new information, and the other party is the same.

Now that all the information obtained from the devil has been obtained, there is no point in staying here.

The white-haired young man picked up a white suit and bowed his head to fasten the buttons of the small vest.

He took care of the tie at will, fixed it with a tie clip, buttoned sapphire cufflinks on the cuffs of the suit, and then squeezed out the hair tied into the compartment of the clothes.

As for the key?

Zong Jiu didn't even look at it, and threw it into the system backpack.

Zhuge was right to say secretly, the solution to the game is indeed no.1.

But in order to save his life, Zong Jiu survived the catastrophe and survived. So bow to the devil, break his pride with his own hands, and make a naked/naked/naked power transaction——

What a joke.

The magician would rather die arrogantly like a dying swan on a stage that is highly anticipated; he would not beg to be like a dog, giving up his pride and bowing to whom.

Zong Jiu finally fastened his belt, grabbed a windbreaker, and walked out of the locker room.

The devil has no use value, he wants to leave here.

......

In the study room on the other side, an expensive red gold chandelier hangs from the ceiling, coating the room with a warm light.

There are tall bookshelves on the two surrounding walls, densely piled with books, and the spine of the books are burnt with dark gold writing.

If Tuyumen were here, it would be screaming.

Because these books have a very high repetition rate with the books in the underground meeting room where the circus belongs, many of them are unique copies that are not even in the sect. The black magic recorded in them is of the same origin, and there are even many praising the evil god. Hymn.

The Duke stood in front of the bookshelf, holding his hands.

Its tone is strong, implying majesty: "He said he wants him to leave here?"

"Return to your Excellency, yes."

The butler stood at the entrance of the study, bowing deeply, not daring to look up at the master's expression.

At the same time, the zebra butler scolded the little cat who didn't know what to do.

Your Excellency did instruct the servant to satisfy the cat's requirements as much as possible, but this does not mean indulgence.

Just now when the butler heard the servant report that the other party wanted to leave the manor, he hurriedly reported to the Duke.

A lowly human, or a toy/object brought back from the auction venue by your Excellency, does he really regard himself as his master?

When the zebra lowered his head and thought bitterly in his heart, he suddenly heard a low and cheerful laughter in front of him.

The Duke put his hands down, walked away from the bookshelf, and walked to the window sill.

There are heavy curtains around the window sills, which are now being picked up and tied aside, revealing the transparent glass behind them.

Through the glass, the demon manipulating the puppet can clearly see the appearance below.

The white-haired magician stood on the grass in the courtyard, watching the coachman feeding the humans in the stables who were immersed in forage.

No servants dared to approach, the coachman only feigned death when he didn't get the manor's order, occasionally raising the whip to let those "horses" who couldn't help but look up and peek down to be honest.

Almost the moment the devil's sight fell on him, Zong Jiu seemed to feel it.

The Duke stood in front of the French windows in the study room on the third floor of the manor, and looked at him condescendingly, with red gold in his eyes.

The magician stared at him for a second, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a flamboyant and provocative smile, and turned and walked towards the door of the manor.

"Your Excellency, do you want me to send someone..."

The butler who followed behind watching all this was startled, and hurried forward to ask for instructions.

Regardless of whether it is auctioned or not, as long as the animal aristocracy photographs humans, then humans will always belong to this aristocrat. Just like slaves and slave owners in the old society, whether they live or die, they are attached.

Generally speaking, there will be special human trainers in the estates of high nobles. These trainers know how to make humans better please the nobles and tame humans in all aspects.

The housekeeper had already figured out how to let the trainer adjust/teach the cat after catching the kitty, but saw the Duke wave his hand indifferently.

"Let him go."

The devil stared at the white back, his tone of regret and inexplicable anticipation.

If the magician immediately used the key and returned to the trainee dormitory, he would be greeted by the gorgeous cage prepared for him by the devil.

From then on, the savior in the prophecy voluntarily gave up his self-esteem and became the devil's forbidden. The name of the enemy no longer exists.

Of course, the devil would be a perfect lover. He will announce to everyone that the magician is his own possession, and then even if the next decisive copy of the horror trainee is terrible, and the infinite loop copy is terrifying, it will not be able to harm a single bit of the possession.

The magician will live under the protection of the devil, unless the latter gets bored one day.

But does a magician know?

He is so proud, so arrogant, unbelievable, and always surprises the demons.

The more you are not succumbing to fate, and the more you want to break it, the eyes will be dazzling enough, bright and sparkling.

It is always this light that makes the devil stop for appreciation.

"Go and send down my cane."

The Duke’s cane is surrounded by thorns and flower vines, and it is like the Duke’s presence.

Let alone a human being, even if it is delivered to another nobleman, the whole noble circle can be shaken three times.

The butler looked up in astonishment, and immediately replied after a moment: "Yes."

The devil listened to the sound of the door closing behind him, smiling as he watched the youth leave.

He can never guess what the next surprise the magician will bring to him, so he is always looking forward to it.