Chapter 111

She stared blankly for a moment, brushed off Fuerdi's hand, "Don't try to get close to me."

I have something to assign to you.

Fuerdi had his hand brushed away, showed no resentment, bent to bring his ear close; Su Mian stared at the red hair within reach, forcibly suppressing the urge to touch it.

Indeed, looking at him so dazed, how could it be si hour?

Also, it's only when he smiles that he looks like that.

After saying that, she gave orders without any psychological burden.

After midnight tonight, patrol the castle once; if you see anything unusual, draw it tomorrow and show it to me.

Fuerdi nodded, straightened up; Su Mian, having finished giving notice, wanted to leave, but heard a noticeable noise, she immediately turned back and widened her eyes.

Fuerdi casually kicked an inconspicuous painting, which fell together with its easel to the ground.

Yet the culprit wore a bright smile, furrowed his brows while squinting his eyes, appearing somewhat ill and excited.

You...

Su Mian froze; he, with the speed of covering one's ears while stealing a bell, grabbed the girl's wrist, placed it on his chest, and slid that hand downward.

He then glanced at the painting, then at Su Mian, his pupils full of grievance.

As if saying, "Look, I knocked over the painting; am I going to be punished by you?"

Yet the corner of his mouth still held a smile, a covert provocation.

When he came over, he clearly hadn't touched any painting; now it's obviously deliberate.

Su Mian finally understood what it means to lift a rock only to drop it on one's own foot.

Where does this guy look stupid?! He's clearly full of schemes.

No, he's sick!!!

Who would want strange things carved onto their own body? Just imagining it hurts so much one would rather die.

Yet it was her own order that left her in a dilemma.

Do you want to die...

Su Mian stared speechlessly at Fuerdi, with no killing intent in her eyes; saying that felt more like having no recourse.

Fuerdi, however, shook his head, looked at Su Mian with great anticipation, waiting for her to act.

Su Mian, stared at by him, felt at a loss, an inexplicable heat rising; she gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm.

Let's settle punishment later; I'm afraid you won't survive before finishing the task I gave you.

Having said that, she lifted her skirt and darted out of the studio.

Fuerdi gradually straightened, put away his sickly smile, the danger and calculation in his eyes intensifying; he lifted the painting, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

To be honest, he didn't know how a lowly colosseum slave like himself could have piqued the little princess's interest.

A sadist with disgusting fetishes, yet pretending all day to be proper, living in the greenhouse the old king gave him, Fuerdi paid no heed.

However... that probing just now let him discover something new.

He recalled the girl's awkward demeanor, her coy annoyance at his hand being brushed away, and the contrast between her calm sternness toward servants.

Tsk.

The little princess, who has seen countless men, seems easily flustered and shy……

At midnight, a silhouette slipped out of the guest room; he held the telescope, extending his already slender neck forward, trying to see farther.

【Ding dong, your skill card "Yin-Yang Telescope" has only ten minutes of use left.】

Pip cursed inwardly, "Why does my skill card have a time limit? I can't even see ghosts—this is totally useless!"

【Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying; if you need human agent, please tell the system, 'human agent.'】

Pip rolled his eyes, too lazy to chat with this human-machine system; after playing this game so long, the line he's heard most is that one.

It was only somewhat useful for newbies; now it's truly tasteless, a pity to discard.

Now there's no time to wits battle with this broken system; he raised the telescope, hooked his body, and looked down the corridor.

Time ticked by second by second; still nothing happened, Pip's legs went numb from squatting, staring at the carved floor made his eyes sore.

After who knows how long, the telescope in his hand vanished with a "bang—".

Bad, the card was used up, and he saw nothing.

A nameless anger rose in his heart.

Is this DM deceiving them? It let him waste a card for nothing, delaying his rest time.

Pip felt a wave of dejection, patted his buttocks about to leave, when he heard a huge noise.

Thud—

Thud—

Thud—

At first listen it sounded like knocking, but careful listening revealed it was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Pip immediately crouched again, exposing his eyes to observe all around; soon he held his breath, fingers trembling as he covered his mouth.

Down the corridor ahead, a massive creature was moving forward bit by bit; barely discernible as a towering shape, with odd proportions, pitch black all over.

Pip was both afraid and eager to see what it was; he narrowed his eyes.

In a haze he saw the top of the massive creature, something like a king's crown; after a moment's thought, he suddenly understood.

King chess piece!

A giant King Chess Piece, now as if it had come alive, stiff, frenziedly jumping forward.

Seeing it jump toward Pip, he let out a silent scream, scrambling away in a tumble.

His mind was a mess, and behind him there was no movement.

He caught his breath, staring at the red-and-white checkered carved floor, his vision swimming, no longer knowing where he had run.

Propping his head up and looking around, he realized it seemed to be the spiral staircase between the first and second floors; about to return to his room, he heard voices at the stairs.

"Why aren't you staying where you're supposed to be? What are you doing running over here?!"

"That voice sounded like DM Maoshi; Pip thought it was about him, his heart skipped a beat, he almost knelt in panic—but then he saw another person beside that DM."

He was a very tall red-haired man, but Pip had never seen him before; feeling curious, he hid in the corner to eavesdrop.

Just as Maoshi came out to get a drink of water, she saw the dishonest NPC, her eyes darting, and she immediately thought of something.

"Damn it, it's definitely those players messing around again!"

She kicked at the man, but he dodged; she wasn't the least bit surprised and kept cursing loudly.

"You too! Turning into an NPC and still not behaving—you've got it coming! What else are you scheming? ……"

"NPC……what's that?"

Fuerdi raised his hand to interrupt her, speaking with lip movements, and furrowed his brow in confusion.

Maoshi cut off abruptly, eyes wide, realizing she had let something slip, and immediately covered her mouth.

The air fell silent for a moment; she suddenly pointed at Pip, and Pip instantly shrank back.

"Hey! Look what that is!"

Fuerdi followed her gaze, and Maoshi quickly pulled out a hat.

Before he could get away, Fuerdi snatched the hat and tucked it under his arm.

……

This is so damn embarrassing.

Maoshi gave a light cough, having no choice but to put on an act.

"It's our witches' secret code—you don't need to know. Hurry back where you're supposed to be, or you'll regret it!"