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Chapter 211 The Hidden Truth (Please vote with monthly tickets!)

"We're all dead... Ha."

Ning Feng closed the window, shook his head with a smile, and turned to Luo De, who was habitually looking around the room, and said:

"Rhodes, thank you for helping me tidy up. I'll be going out for a bit."

After saying that, Ning Feng picked up the key and walked out of the room, leaving Luo De standing there, hesitant to speak.

bang.

"that……"

Rod's raised hand froze in mid-air, and he finally touched his smooth, round bald head, his expression somewhat embarrassed.

Oh, this.

"……never mind."

Rhodes had come to understand Ning Feng's attitude to some extent.

Ning Feng and that woman clearly knew each other, and he was able to continue the competition thanks to her.

Even now that they've joined forces, the two of them still have very limited trust in me and won't tell me any secrets.

This is actually quite normal, and Rhodes can understand it.

If the relationship isn't right, don't force things; it will only make you look bad.

Even Rhodes himself has some secrets he won't tell Ning Feng.

Some sycophants do manage to turn their lives around, but most of them end up with a terrible fate.

"Let's discuss it later."

After searching around, they found only a few pieces of old clothing left behind by guests at some unknown time, but no traps or mechanisms.

This hotel isn't exactly safe, but it offers at least some protection.

This is the outermost edge of the royal city, a slum even worse than the areas where ordinary people live, filled with all sorts of dangers.

Although Rhodes didn't quite understand why Ning Feng insisted on bringing them here to rest instead of going into the inner city, he still approved of the choice.

The slums have obvious drawbacks: the environment is chaotic and diverse, and all sorts of people can lurk there.

The advantages are the same.

Chaotic and disorderly.

Coincidentally, they are the kind of people who need to lie low and hide.

As undocumented immigrants who have infiltrated the country without proper identification, what they need is a place where they can easily escape at any time.

The fact that a ruthless hotel owner could open a hotel on the border between the slums and the poor meant that he must have some status and connections.

Even if they aren't local bullies, they're the kind of people who can be associated with local bullies.

Those who walk on the edge of gray will not be provoked.

winter.

Relieved, Rod put down the sack he had been carrying on his back. His expression changed slightly as he recalled what was inside.

He glanced warily in the direction of the next room and muttered something almost inaudibly:

"……abnormal."

That's truly perverted, and unabashedly so.

"He has such an innocent-looking face, but the things he does are so monstrous."

He sighed, but Rhodes didn't exactly hate Ning Feng; at most, he just felt some resistance.

"Sigh, what can you do when someone is so strong... With swordsmanship like that, they're probably top-tier even among fourth-tier swordsmen."

What a terrible guy.

Recalling the sword light that approached him, he realized that if it weren't for that woman's intervention, he would probably have been eliminated.

Completely defenseless.

The more Rod recalled the gap between them, the more exhausted he felt, and finally he lay down on the bed, which was not too dusty.

The wooden bed frame groaned and twisted beneath his tall frame, but thankfully it didn't break and managed to hold up.

He lay down for less than half a minute, and his breathing began to become steady, producing a gentle snoring sound.

Having ventured into all sorts of places, I can sleep in environments far worse than this; a place with a roof is like a presidential suite.

"Huff...ha...huff..."

However, Rod, who was resting with his eyes closed due to exhaustion, did not notice that...

The sack he had disgustedly tossed into the corner remained untouched by anyone...

It moved slightly without making a sound.

……

……

After entering Chu Yu's room, Ning Feng made a gesture and then put his ear to the door to listen to the sounds outside.

Chu Yu nodded silently upon seeing the gesture and began to quietly inspect the room.

The two worked together in tacit understanding, and after a while, Chu Yu was the first to break the silence.

"Everything is normal, no one is eavesdropping."

This is a hotel from the Dark Ages, not a modern inn outside a university filled with hidden cameras, making it much more difficult to eavesdrop and monitor.

"Hmm, there's no breathing outside the door, so it should be safe here for the time being."

Ning Feng also stood up from the door and smiled at Chu Yu:

"Speaking of which... how should I address you now? Should I choose a code name? Or can I just call you that?"

Chu Yu understood what Ning Feng meant. Even if they weren't being eavesdropped on by the hotel staff, it was still a live broadcast and would be heard by those watching them.

"Let's choose a code name."

Chu Yu's choice did not surprise Ning Feng, who immediately said:

"Since the previous mission mentioned Tarot, let's just choose one... You can call me [Demon]."

Ning Feng originally wanted to call himself a hero, but it was too shameful to say it in front of people he knew.

He was so young, he didn't want to die.

The title "Judgment" in Tarot sounds good, but since my current identity needs to be kept separate from that of the Judgment Court, I have to give up this somewhat related title.

So be it, a demon. It might be a bit childish, but at least it's connected to my bloodline.

Reasonable.

At least it's still better than a pangolin.

"........."

After thinking for a moment with his head down, Chu Yu looked up at Ning Feng and said seriously:

"...[The trial] will be fine."

Ok?

Meeting Ning Feng's puzzled gaze, Chu Yu said softly but firmly:

"I choose [Judgment], that's fine with me."

Ning Feng: ?

Report! Someone stole my name!

But after seeing Chu Yu's determined gaze, Ning Feng nodded knowingly.

But... a trial?

Ning Feng suddenly remembered information he had seen a long time ago: Chu Yu's lineage belonged to the spiritual lineage, and he was a "crime thief" who sounded rather strange.

Perhaps there is some connection between the two?

“Very well, Miss Judge, I have a very important question that I need you to answer.”

Ning Feng's smile faded, and he subtly moved his fingers, making a gesture as he earnestly inquired:

"What are your mission requirements? Is winning a requirement?"

This is a very important issue.

Depending on Chu Yu's answer, Ning Feng's next course of action will also change.

My task is simple: I don't ask for anything else, just to survive. I can just slack off and do nothing.

However, if Chu Yu's mission has some special requirements, Ning Feng would not mind providing her with as much help as he could within his capabilities.

If possible, let her become the final champion. It will be difficult, but it shouldn't be impossible.

This is not only due to the special relationship between the two of them because of Jiang Wan, but also because of the tacit understanding between the two of them who are both guardians.

Help each other.

Chu Yu understood Ning Feng's meaning, made a corresponding gesture, and replied:

"No, there are no special requirements, just like you."

If it's the same... that means it's good if they both survive.

Then things become simple.

"Okay, I understand. You rest for a while, and we'll discuss the rest after dinner is served."

Ning Feng nodded in understanding and was about to leave the room when Chu Yu unexpectedly called him back:

"That, uh... demon."

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Yu finally voiced his doubts:

"That weirdo..."