"What's wrong? Did I hit a nerve, and now you're upset?" John asked lightly.
"But now that I think about it, it really seems that way. Yes, you've always just appeared here in the guise of a servant. No matter how capable you are, no matter how terrifying your power might be, here you are rely a maid."
"A maid who could be sent away at any mont, even to soone you are unwilling to serve. You have no power to resist."
"Or to put it more harshly, you can hardly be considered a person in this place. You're more like an object, an object that could be sent away at any ti. Is that really acceptable to you?"
John smiled faintly as he spoke, as if he had uncovered so secret, his lips curling up into an amused smile.
He thought these people were devoid of emotions, but it seems that wasn't the case.
It was just that he hadn't touched on the right issues before.
"What's the matter? A little unhappy? Or do you think everything I'm saying is correct? Or perhaps you simply dare not resist?"
"Even I know about this. Surely, you must know as well? Does your so-called master really have so much power that he can demand you sacrifice your own bodies? Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"
John's tone was laced with mockery, as if that was the only way he could vent his emotions sowhat.
Jasminette's usually composed expression was beginning to falter.
John felt he was on the verge of breaking through her defenses.
Emotional fluctuations in a person could provide an opportunity to break through their psychological barriers.
"It seems I've said so much, and yet your master still does not wish to co forward, which proves he really had no intention of eting today," John said indifferently.
"If he doesn't want to et , then why bother wasting ti here in the first place? It seems your master wanted to see , but didn't want to see him."
John sensed that sothing in the room had begun to change.
He surmised that the so-called master had probably been in the room all along, just invisible to him.
After all, if items from the secret realm fragnts could be brought out, then it wouldn't be strange for there to be other unknown secrets.
"Although I don't know why you wanted to see , it's probably because there's sothing on that you could make good use of," John said.
However, Jasminette understood very well that these words were not directed at her, but at her master.
Though the master was still in the room, since he now chose not to show himself, she could not say much more, nor was it her place to do so.
"What's wrong? Even after everything I've said, you still won't co out and show yourself?"
John glanced at the tea cup in front of him, certain that soone was watching him, just unwilling to reveal themselves.
Since that was the case, there was no point in saying more.
"You are indeed as interesting as I imagined," a voice suddenly filled the air just as John was about to leave in frustration.
The voice was androgynous, making it hard to determine the speaker's gender.
At the sa ti, black mist began to gather in the air, slowly coalescing until it settled on the redwood sofa behind him.
Jasminette stood up respectfully and stepped aside, not daring to make eye contact with the black mist.
"You are the master of Rose Hotel?" John asked bluntly.
The black mist responded with a hint of amusent in its tone, seemingly pleased with John.
"You could say that."
Could say that?
John found the response odd.
So, was this entity the master or not? There was much to unpack in that ambiguity.
"So why did you call here? Just to have a look at ?" John asked, staring at the black mist with curiosity.
Even when he used his mind power to probe, he couldn't discern what lay behind the mist.
Moreover, the voice was peculiar, resembling an electronically synthesized sound yet different.
"Why not? After all, you're quite handso and the savior of the younger generation in the entire Alliance," the voice now had a more playful tone.
John saw a small tendril extend from the black mist, picking up a bunch of grapes and offering them to him.
"If I manage to win you over, perhaps the entire younger generation will be at my disposal. Why wouldn't I want that?" the voice continued.
John could tell this was a jest.
If the younger generation of the Alliance could be controlled so easily, the Alliance's future would be dood.
However, it was clear this person knew a great deal about him.
From the events at Star Cluster Academy until now, not much ti had passed, yet they knew everything.
Or perhaps they had known all along what John was here for but had chosen not to reveal it.
"If you have such intentions, then you shouldn't just be saying it. You should show so sincerity," John remarked, looking at the floating bunch of grapes.
He quickly realized that this variety was not grown on this planet; it must have been brought from a far-off place.
This confird that this person had more power and resources than he had initially thought.
"I happen to know so things you want to know, so I believe we can mutually benefit from this. What do you think?" the voice suggested to John, who found it amusing.
"I don't think I have anything of value to trade with you. On the contrary, you possess many things I want to know. If I want to obtain these, it certainly ans I'll have to pay a higher price," John replied, fully aware that there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Since the other party had already made this offer, it ant that John had sothing they wanted.
Knowing this, there was no need to say much more; having a general understanding was enough.
"Indeed, you're right. There are so things that only you can provide, and only you can give the answers I seek," the owner of Rose Hotel said with a noticeably pleased tone.
The mist swirled, and John sharply noticed that Jasminette seed very afraid, too scared to utter a word.
On the surface, she appeared the sa as before, but in reality, her hands were trembling slightly.
It was clear that these people were truly terrified of this so-called master.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be this scared from just a single remark.
"Why don't you tell what it is you want?" John asked, calmly observing the figure before him.
When both parties have sothing to offer, it creates the most stable cooperation.
The black mist swirled, clearly pleased.
"Then why don't you start by telling about the fragnt you obtained from Sophia Winchester?"
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