Chapter 9 The Dead Manor Owner (2)
Anxious. Very anxious. Shen Qinian smiled with his back to Fang Ke, wondering why Fang Ke was anxious.
Very interesting. Very interesting.
Did he really think his actions were taking too much time, or...
What does our lovely bad student have in mind for his teacher?
Chen Cinian did not move forward as Fang Ke wished, but slowly turned his wrist, wrapping the leather rope in circles, making it shorter.
The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger. Fang Ke took a deep breath and then followed the shortened rope forward.
It’s too much. It’s a bit too much.
What's wrong? Fang Ke thought, too much.
So much so that he was a little overwhelmed.
If Shen Qinian listened to him and quickened his pace, perhaps he would think that Shen Qinian was still under his control.
But, Shen Ci Nian is not.
Shen Cinian broke his control and was trying to control him.
And he just walked forward.
He lost this round. From the moment he took a step... no, from the moment he gave the command "hurry up", he was defeated.
Fang Ke licked the corner of his cracked lips, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The excitement was like a dangerous, clever, uncontrollable criminal meeting a detective rival of equal caliber.
It was as if Kim Moriarty had finally found a poor little guy among thousands of mediocre people that he couldn't help but mess with - Sherlock Holmes.
Or maybe Holmes finally found Doctor Watson, the only one who could understand him amid the questioning of those fools.
Very good, this newcomer doesn’t look like a newcomer at all and is becoming more and more to his liking.
Although Shen Cinian is a newcomer, Fang Ke's desire to be his partner is even stronger.
"Name." Fang Ke finally walked in front of Shen Qinian, raised his head, and openly displayed the collar around his neck, as if showing off something. His eyes were burning. "Tell me, your name."
Shen Cinian was originally walking in front, and there should be a long corridor in front of him.
But now, it was half blocked by Fang Ke.
A prey, showing off to its hunter in the posture of a hunter, Shen Cinian seemed to have heard the proud little puppy's shameless words.
——"I allow you to hunt me. It is your honor."
Interesting. Really interesting.
But a puppy is a puppy. No matter how much it behaves like a master, it can never replace its master and become a daddy.
He hadn't seen such an interesting human being in a hundred years.
Shen Cinian suddenly showed a tiny bit of interest.
But above interest, what stands firmly in an unshakable position are still rationality, wisdom, elegance, a little hypocrisy, a little guidance, and the occasional little sweetness.
People who pursue interests will only guess whether there are more sweet things hidden under the handkerchief after seeing the sweet corner.
Only then will they come to please him and ask for a reward from him.
But who knows, the obscured part may not be sweet candy at all.
It's a dangerous and deadly poison.
The reward that I had sought with all possible means turned out to be poison.
Shen Cinian couldn't wait to see Fang Ke's broken expression, which must be extremely heart-wrenching.
The moment Fang Ke decided to guide Shen Cinian, he had already been guided by Shen Cinian.
But Fang Ke didn't understand this. Unlike Shen Cinian who put rationality above all else, Fang Ke was always willful. He would only and only be willing to follow his feelings.
"Name," he repeated stubbornly, "give it to me."
"Okay", it's just a pseudonym, but it still has some value. Chen Cinian looked at Fang Ke carefully, his eyes moving from bottom to top, and finally fixed on Fang Ke's clenched fist.
He smiled, a gentle smile: "I will repeat my name again so that you can remember it this time, but you must let go of my hand first to ensure my own safety."
His expression turned helpless. "You are very strong, but this is a very dangerous signal. After all, I am a newcomer who knows nothing."
Fang Ke was silent for a while and let go of his hand.
"Student Fang Ke," Shen Cinian loosened the leather rope, but opened his palm, "I am your new homeroom teacher and weird defense teacher, the end of the year."
Fang Ke was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Shen Qinian taught history or Chinese.
Teaching math is fine, but how could it be a weird defense class?
Fang Ke did not shake the hand. He did not hide his disdain. "A newcomer, teaching the Weird Defense Class..."
Shen Ci Nian withdrew his hand nonchalantly, "This is a theoretical course. Most of the time, theory is not greater than practice, but practice is not necessarily superior to theory."
"In other words: Although you are a national-level spirit master, in certain special circumstances, you may have to follow my guidance."
Fang Ke didn't say anything. He knew this was the truth because he was in this situation right now.
Since violence is not an option, he can only outsmart others. Obviously, although he is considered smart, his brain is probably not as good as Shen Cinian's.
After all, it is difficult for him to really calm down and think carefully.
It was difficult for him to "think" of something, let alone think. His mind was always noisy and he didn't know what it was noisy about. It always made him upset, so everything he did could only follow his violent instinct.
But today, no, to be more precise, "now", now he has a rare moment of quiet time, which allows him to think alone for a while on how to coax his teacher into doing something different with him, and he cannot let his teacher see any clues, at least not now.
Make Shen Cinian feel that it is normal and reasonable.
But he could secretly feel happy about it.
Fang Ke opened his mouth and swallowed.
He wanted to shout, he knew it was reasonable for him to call Shen Cinian that in this copy, but he couldn't shout.
It is easy to get anxious when you can't do what you want to do. Fang Ke happens to be particularly anxious. Once he gets anxious, he will become gunpowder and explode with the slightest touch of fire.
And at this time, someone often comes and deliberately explodes it.
Hearing the strange butler coming over from behind Shen Cinian, holding a tray, bending over and easily saying the word he couldn't say, he instantly became angry and punched the butler's head.
Very good. Although his HP was minus 300% and he had the "dying man" effect, he was able to knock down the steward, who was not too strong but not too weak, with one punch.
Chen Cinian quietly stepped aside and watched Fang Ke vent.
Seeing that the time was almost up, he coughed twice and gently kicked Fang Ke with the smooth side of his leather boots.
Fang Ke froze for a moment: he was kicked, and someone kicked him while he was wearing shoes.
He began to tremble slightly and his breathing became rapid.
People who don't know him well might think he's going to be angry, but he's not.
It's not anger, no, it's some other emotion, a little bit, just a little bit, in short, it's not anger.
He lowered his eyes, trying his best to control his expression, and said dryly: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
The tone sounded a bit aggressive: "I have something to say."
But in fact, he was not rushing. Shen Ci Nian accurately judged his tone, which should be the stiffness that was hiding something.
Shen Ci Nian said calmly, even a little leisurely: "You smashed its head, what should the other players do?"
No one wants to encounter a headless body in a suit running around in a castle.
Chen Cinian squatted beside Fang Ke and put on his gloves slowly. With a little disgust, but not noticed by Fang Ke, he touched the butler Gui's shirt pocket and dug out an exquisite, somewhat old work badge.
"This is a big trouble," he chuckled, only paying attention to Fang Ke's reaction with his peripheral vision, "The one you broke is the head butler. More or less, he should be considered a character that drives the plot forward."
"What should I do?" He said, intentionally or unintentionally, "National-level spirit master... please teach me..."
Fang Ke turned his head and bit his lip.
What to do? I don't know.
In the past, in this situation, we would just destroy the copy.
Now, no, he can’t defeat it.
Role-playing dungeons require following the plot. Important plots need to be explored, triggered, and performed until the plot completeness reaches 60% and the core key plots are completed, then you can pass the level and return to reality.
Now he has damaged an important NPC, which means they may not be able to pass the level.
He felt a little annoyed. He knew the system was targeting him. This was probably a game played against him, but...
He turned his head back and glanced at Shen Ci Nian, who was looking at him calmly and seriously, asking him what to do with his eyes.
He didn't care about other people, but this person...
He stood up suddenly, and did not see the inexplicable smile flashing in Shen Ci Nian's eyes as he stood up with him.
[09:15, communicate with his subsystem and give him some tips.]
[Okay, respected, specially cared for by the main system, the player's year-end award.]
Just when Fang Ke was about to make a desperate move, subsystem 0221 suddenly and reluctantly began to read the narration in a businesslike manner.
[Player Fang Ke's identity has been changed: The ancient manor has a mysterious steward. He comes from both heaven and hell, a lackey of God and a close confidant of Satan. But if you ask him, he will only say that he is the steward here. He has managed the master's manor for hundreds of years and has almost become the true owner of it.]
[But he was just a butler. He was absolutely loyal to his master and would never betray him. So everyone said that he had made a deal with the vampire and signed a contract to sacrifice himself.]
[You are not him, but it is very easy for you to become him. You just need to know his past and take responsibility for his future.]
[The current plot exploration level of "Dead Manor Owner" is 1%. After replacing the deceased butler and obtaining all his relics, the plot exploration level will be increased to 15%.]
[System prompt: He has the habit of keeping a diary. Only one-third of the diary records his life, while the other two-thirds...]
Boom——
A huge bell rang, and the sound of 0221 stopped abruptly.
The eight players heard a prompt from their respective systems at the same time. The ethereal prompt tone and the bell sound gradually faded.
[When the bells ring, the dead return from the cemetery to their former homes to rest in peace. This is his last words, and also his final warning to you...]
[The Bible, holy water, and silver cross can protect you from being discovered by vampires, but please note that they are consumables.]
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