"No way!"
This ti it was the rmaid who spoke up in refusal.
She looked at Liu Zheng, and the admiration in her eyes had turned into hostility.
"Who sent you?"
She asked coldly.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it matters — it decides whether I kick you out or throw you into the crucible."
Sothing under the rmaid's clothes was rolling rapidly, as if trying to burst out.
"Fine, I was sent by the Fisherman."
Liu Zheng answered honestly.
"I knew it was that old bastard."
The rmaid snorted.
"What did he promise you? A fish, a bag of bait, or a fishing rod?"
She pressed.
"He promised a father's gratitude."
Liu Zheng considered and replied.
"A father's gratitude? Hahahaha!!!"
The rmaid burst into a shrill, false laugh when she heard him.
"What does he know about being a father? Which father would send the girl's mother to the Garbage Processing Plant?"
"Which father would let his daughter live alone on the surface since she was little?"
"Even farm animals know to protect their young, but he only knows how to sit in the Sewer with his fish."
"Has he turned into one of them now, fat and stupid?"
she asked.
"No, he looked rather thin, not as fat as you."
Liu Zheng recalled the Middle-aged Man and spoke frankly.
"Pft."
Player 7 couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
The rmaid glared at him.
"Can't help it, this guy is hilarious."
Player 7 shrugged.
"Hmph. Tell him I do what I want;
he has no right to interfere."
Her anger faded a little at the interruption.
"Why don't you tell him yourself?"
Liu Zheng said.
"Human, I advise you not to take advantage of . My goodwill toward you doesn't amount to a free pass for death."
The rmaid said in a dangerous tone.
"Whether you admit it or not, the Fisherman cares about you. Even without , he'd send soone to bother you. He has the strength and the ti."
"What are you suggesting?"
"Compete with in a fishing match. If I lose, I'll sort out the Fisherman so he can't trouble you anymore."
Liu Zheng said.
"You? Against him?"
The rmaid clearly didn't believe it.
"That old bastard may be a piece of work, but he still has so strength. Don't say you're just a deliveryman — even the owner of your restaurant might not be able to handle him."
"Official power counts for less than current influence. I do have connections in the Sewer. Otherwise how did I pull so many fish from your father's pond and get away unscathed?"
he said.
Rust or the Fire Mage, either one could probably suppress the Fisherman.
Of course, using force was a last resort.
To handle sothing uncanny, one could either confront it head-on or exploit the rules.
But to handle a father, there were many strategies.
"I still don't believe you."
The rmaid shook her head.
"Then if I break my promise, you can just order takeout to kill , okay?"
Liu Zheng said helplessly.
"That could work."
The rmaid curled the corner of her mouth.
If she actively ordered, making Liu Zheng deliver would cost him dearly.
But since he offered, the price would be much smaller.
This world worked that way — logic and causality always ambiguous.
The mont the rmaid agreed, Liu Zheng felt the Fisherman's finger in his pocket tremble.
"She agreed, but I haven't agreed yet."
Player 7 interjected.
"Besides Regicide Chess, do you have any exclusive board gas?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"No. Do you have an idea?"
"Have you heard of Three Kingdoms Kill?"
he said.
"No."
"The rules are simple: four camps — the Lord, Loyalists, Rebels, and the Traitor..."
Liu Zheng briefly explained the rules of Three Kingdoms Kill and ntioned a few typical generals' abilities.
"Why haven't I heard of that country?"
Player 7 asked puzzled.
"Because I made it up. If you don't like the na, change it — Monster Kill, Strange Kill, whatever."
he said.
"You sound like you're insulting ."
"That's your delusion."
Liu Zheng said without changing his expression.
"Alright. Your idea is actually pretty good. Fine, I'll play you."
"If you lose, not only do you have to deal with the rmaid's problem, but you also give this board ga for free."
"If you win, I'll buy the ga, but I want exclusive rights."
Player 7 said.
"Deal."
He nodded.
Anyway, the ga company wouldn't co into the Dungeon to collect royalties.
"Wait here, I'll go make the handoff."
The rmaid said and was about to leave.
"I can't play today — I'm actually here to deliver takeout."
Liu Zheng hurriedly added.
Then he took the takeout from his delivery box.
"Na: Sour Fish Vegetables"
"Type: Item"
"Quality: Excellent"
"Effect: Restores stamina;
grants temporary 2 Strength and 2 Constitution for the duration of one Dungeon."
"Notes: Vegetables grown using fernted Sewer fish as fertilizer;
acidity enough to make even rock giants wince."
"Can this be taken out of the Dungeon: Yes"
"Was that old bastard the one who ordered this?"
the rmaid asked.
"Yes."
"I refuse to accept it."
She said without hesitation.
"Sigh."
Liu Zheng sighed as usual, about to say sothing when Player 7 cut in.
"Take it, rmaid. Anyway, this will be the last ti he bothers you."
"You're not wrong."
Hearing that, the rmaid bit her lip and took the takeout.
"Leave a phone number — I'll tell you the ti and place tomorrow."
Liu Zheng said.
"Leave mine."
He recited a string of numbers.
"Fine. What should I call you?"
"Call Nightingale."
Player 7 said.
Clearly an improvised na.
Liu Zheng didn't mind — people in this world seldom used real nas anyway.
Co to think of it, whether Delago and Napoleon were real nas was hard to say.
"Enjoy your al."
He said, then turned to leave.
"Wait, human."
Nightingale called after him.
Liu Zheng looked back and saw Nightingale remove the mask from his face.
A cascade of golden hair fell over his shoulders, almost blinding Liu Zheng's poor eyes.
But what truly dazzled him was Nightingale's face.
Though the features were sowhat strong and the contours too sharp, he was still undeniably very beautiful.
Especially the slightly upturned eye corners — utterly captivating.
"So that's the Blond Guy."
Liu Zheng blurted.
Now he understood why the Fisherman was so determined to break up Blond Guy and the rmaid.
"Blond Guy?"
Nightingale looked at him.
"Never mind. Anything else?"
Liu Zheng changed the subject.
"My previous offer still stands — if you want to switch jobs, you can call ."
"OK. Oh, this coffee is on . See ya."
He put a cup of Unlucky Coffee on the table and left the room.
Nightingale picked up the coffee but didn't drink it, rely looking thoughtful.
"Are you interested in this deliveryman?"
The rmaid looked toward Nightingale, her tone odd.
"Don't you think he's interesting?"
Nightingale smiled.
"A bit interesting, but ultimately just a human."
"Even if his essence finishes transforming, he'll most likely beco a famulus with compromised intellect."
the rmaid said.
"I guess he won't. But that's not the point. The important thing is I sense the aura of the Chaos Club on him."
Nightingale leaned close to her ear and said.
"Then you still let him co work for you? Aren't you afraid the Municipal Governnt will co after you?"
"Fortune favors the bold. Whatever drips from the Chaos Club — isn't it pure profit?"
"Regicide Chess is good, but it's still a flawed product that's passed through several hands. To make big money, Regicide Chess alone isn't enough."
Nightingale said.
"You're crazy."
The rmaid shook her head.
"In this world, if you're not crazy you won't be ruthless;
if you're not ruthless you can't hold your ground. I don't want to end up as feed for my brothers."
"Ugh..."
Caught off guard, the rmaid could only emit a weak little groan.
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