【Jie Mai】Rose and Sword

"It's up to you." Neb snorted, ignored Jack's hand, and jumped off the bed directly, "I'm not a road idiot, I can find it myself."

Jack withdrew his hand, without showing the slightest bit of embarrassment, his smile remained unchanged, and he did not expose him in a gentlemanly way——

The last time the deer head complained to him that Neb had slipped away from him for more than half an hour before escaping from the cellar. Valletta and the others also complained, and they all agreed that Neb was playing tricks on them. Only Jack knew that such a common situation was probably caused by Small mercenaries have a hard time finding cellars.

So, looking for it by yourself, do you want to look for it for more than half an hour?Although he is willing to accompany Naibu, Naibu will definitely be irritable.

So Jack lowered his head and said sincerely, "I don't mean anything else, it's just that I just saw the cellar before, and I still remember the way. So, don't you think it's faster for me to take you there?"

Nebu knew that he would have to look for it for a long time, and that he would be exposed if he was crazy. He didn't want to be so embarrassed in front of Jack, so he pulled up his hood and said nothing, which was his tacit consent.

Jack also pulled down the mask to cover his face, made a gesture of please, and then walked in front at a moderate pace, leading the way for Naibu.

Seeing Jack's actions, Nebu frowned slightly: "Hi." In any case, he couldn't call out that intimate name, "You were really a nobleman before, right?"

Jack didn't mind Neb's rudeness either. He knew that the prey was already on the edge of the trap, and he had always been patient enough, whether it was the careful calculation when he was outside or the hunting now.

He smiled and said, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "It's not a nobleman, just a modest earl."

So it really is a nobleman?Naibu raised his eyebrows. In fact, he doesn't like dealing with nobles very much. The main reason is that nobles are generally too squeamish and self-righteous.However, this guy is not at all squeamish.

But... "So, how did you end up killing people?" Neb realized he had made a slip of the tongue as soon as the words came out, and this was clearly not a question he should have asked.

"It's okay." Jack saw Neb's thoughts, "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just... life always has one or two, um... not so normal periods."

Neb looked at Jack intently.

Jack smiled embarrassingly under the mask: "Using today's words, it's probably a middle school two? I just think those people are too dirty, they are obviously low in the dust, but they still have unrealistic delusions." Said At this point, Jack laughed sarcastically, "Stupid and ugly, I really can't bear to breathe the air in the same place as them, and want to find a solution once and for all, so..."

"So you killed them? Or that way." Naib took him up.

"Hmm... not all of it, probably, maybe he was such a cruel and cruel person." Jack turned his head to look at Nebu, wanting to see his reaction.

Neb just nodded resolutely, accepted Jack's gaze, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said calmly: "Those who can appear in this manor are not good people in the first place."

"It seems that Neb has his own story." Jack changed the subject, "The cellar is here."

"Story, I can't talk about it, and I don't want to talk about it." Naibu walked to the cellar entrance and lazily replied to him.

Jack nodded, understanding.

"Oh." Neb suddenly gave a ambiguous smile, turned around, and scanned Jack from the beginning to the end seriously, "It's not that I can't mention it, I'm just too lazy to make up lies."

As if he didn't hear what Neb said, Jack didn't do anything, just stood there calmly.

Turning around again bored, Neb clicked his tongue and was about to jump down from the cellar.

"Wait a minute, please." Jack stopped him suddenly.

Nebu stopped, but stood a little far away from Jack without a trace, and became vigilant, guarding against the other party's remorse: "Is there anything else? Jack?"

Seeing Neb's actions, Jack was not angry, but a little disappointed. It seemed that he still had a long way to go before harvesting this beautiful and wild prey.

"Would Neb be interested in trying my afternoon tea?" Jack asked a question that seemed very far-fetched and unrealistic.

"I am interested, and I am very interested in how to taste it." Naibu said with a joke.

"Actually, the supervisors and the survivors are not completely inaccessible." Jack said slowly, "There is a 'door' between the two that can contact each other. Through this door, the survivors You can find the residence of the supervisor. Some supervisors used to be survivors, such as Leo. Miss Emma Woods knows this door."

"Oh." Nebu didn't ask, he wasn't interested in Emma's secret, otherwise he would have asked her before, "If I remember, I will go."

"You are very welcome." Jack put one hand in front of his heart, bowed slightly, and gave Neb a gentleman's salute.Watching Naibu leave from the cellar in a good mood, he hummed a gentle tune softly.

That's really sharp, my dear little mercenary.

In a blink of an eye, Naib returned to the manor.

After coming out of the room, as soon as I arrived at the dining room, I heard chattering discussions in the dining room.

"What's going on today? Mr. Jack, who has always been a gentleman, is suddenly so fierce." This is one of the survivors who just played with Neb.

"Yes, Mr. Jack usually doesn't even care about winning or losing."

"really weird……"

Neb pretended that he didn't know the reason at all, went straight to the table and sat down, picked up his share of food and ate it.

Seeing Naibu, the rest of the Survivors fell silent. Although they had been together for a while, they were still a little afraid of this powerful and indifferent companion.Even if he's not really that difficult to get along with.

It wasn't until Neb returned to his room that the discussion started again.

After closing the door and isolating all sounds, Nebu began to slowly sort out what happened in the game.that guy...

Few of the words I told him were true, and I even said misunderstandings. His perception of him was not wrong from the very beginning, isn't he just a black rose?Ah.

It's just that that person doesn't seem to be proud of his status as a "noble". On the contrary... he still has some contempt. He has the etiquette of a nobleman, but he doesn't have the squeamishness of a nobleman at all. He is completely different from ordinary noblemen.

But so what?Naibu lay on the bed and turned around, what does it have to do with him?He has no interest in that guy's past.

What he cared more about was the "door" that Jack mentioned. Although Nebu looked completely uninterested at the time, he had already figured it out in his heart.

That "door" allows survivors and supervisors to establish contact outside the game. Did the manor owner leave it intentionally or unintentionally?

After all, when the relationship between survivors and regulators is too close, many things will get out of control.If it was him, without any conspiracy, he would never give the prey and the hunter a chance to bond.Emotions are a big uncontrollable factor.

Tsk, so—what the hell is that manor owner thinking?

Rubbing his aching temples, Naibu jumped off the bed and finished today's diary absent-mindedly.After putting down the pen, he closed his eyes and thought for a while, then got up and left the room.

Then, there was a knock on the door of Miss Emma's room: "Woods, are you there? This is Sabeda, I have something to discuss with you."

At this time, night has quietly fallen.

"Please come in." Emma came forward and opened the door. There was only a candlestick lit in the room, and it looked hazy from the outside. I don't know if it was because of the light. Emma's eyes were a little darker, much darker than usual .

Naib walked in behind her. This was the first time he came to look for Emma. Emma's room was relatively tidy, the curtains were drawn tightly, a few tool boxes were scattered on the floor, and a quilt was placed on the bedside table. Pressed photo frame.

A notebook is spread out on the table, it seems that Emma should be writing a diary at this time.Taking a look at the layout here, Naib frowned secretly. For some reason, he felt a little unharmonious. In short, it felt very strange.

Emma asked Nebu to sit down on the chair, while she herself sat on the bed beside her, and asked, "Sabeida, what can you do for me?" She was sitting in a backlit position, and her eyes were even darker. There is no light.

Naib thought for a while, crossed his hands, put his elbows on his knees, and put his thumbs against his chin. After a while, he spoke: "Woods, I heard... there is a 'door' that allows the supervisor and the survival or meet outside the game." Although he was suspicious, his tone was firm.

"Ah, this..." Emma hesitated, and glanced at Nabu with flickering eyes, "Sabeida, how did you know?"

That is really there.Naibu let go of his crossed hands, leaned back on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his chest: "I heard from a person, as for who he is, I don't think it matters, right?"

Emma nodded: "Then you want to know where the 'door' is, don't you?"

Naibu stood up, his hands still in the same position, and the corners of his lips curled up slowly under the hood: "A little bit, if you want to tell me."

Emma seemed to struggle a bit, then jumped off the bed, walked slowly in front of Nebu, and said softly: "I'll take you there, Mr. Sabeda."

"Thank you." Nebu consciously followed Emma.

Their steps were very light and did not disturb anyone.

Emma took Neb to the study room and walked to the dusty fireplace. She tiptoed and took off the portrait of the muse above the fireplace, revealing a flower-like imprint of the muse on the wall.

Emma bit her finger and smeared blood on it. The mark lit up little by little. After a roar, the fireplace moved away little by little, revealing a corridor leading to endless darkness.

"Just keep walking along, Sabeda, do you want to go down and have a look?" Emma said.

The author has something to say:

Do you feel that my writing is suddenly delicate?The reason is that I finally started to follow the main line orz, from now on, there will be many clues in the details.