Let them offer their loyalty

Jonas returned to his desk and sat down to continue with the work at hand.

Five minutes later, he announced that the work for the day was over.

"Work hard for five minutes and relax quietly for eight hours. I am as hardworking as you can be."

Jonas gently turned the coffee cup in his hand, his eyes fixed on the few drops of coffee left at the bottom of the cup. He frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the coffee can beside him, and found that the coffee powder can was empty. A trace of imperceptible disappointment passed through his eyes. He wanted to tell Eiffel to remember to purchase some coffee powder next time he came, but the moment he picked up the receiver, the office door opened.

"It seems that I have to make do with that can of bitter coffee powder before that. Celine, why are you here?"

Celine walked in. Her movements were casual and relaxed, forming a sharp contrast with Jonas's calm temperament. Celine had a playful smile on her lips.

"Can't I come to Mr. Jonas?"

When Celine entered the office quietly, she was particularly careful not to attract too much attention from Jonas. She was holding a plastic bag in her hand, which looked like it contained something soft. Judging from its appearance, it was probably a piece of clothing.

Her movements were somewhat veiled, as if she was trying to avoid being noticed, but her little action did not escape Jonas's eyes.

"What is Mr. Jonas doing all by himself?"

Just as Jonas was about to ask, Celine came over with a smile and interrupted his thoughts. Her smile was bright, with a natural affinity and a relaxed atmosphere. It seemed that she didn't want Jonas to notice her cautiousness just now.

"How are you today? It looks like Mr. Jonas is in trouble." Celine's voice was full of energy, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous and curious light.

It feels great. It seems like she is the first one to come here today.

Fortunately, she didn't stay up late and went straight to bed.

Jonas smiled and responded, "Everything is fine except that there is no coffee powder you like, Celine, but I noticed that you brought a plastic bag in. What is it?"

His tone was filled with gentle curiosity, and he just casually asked what Celine had brought in.

Celine glanced at the plastic bag she had put aside, her expression a little hesitant, but she quickly regained her unique ease and confidence and blinked. "Oh, that, it's actually a small thing, but now is not the time to tell Mr. Jonas, keep a little mystery."

She winked mischievously, teasing Jonas's curiosity: "Mr. Jonas, can you guess what this is?"

Yesterday, Celine accidentally caught a glimpse of the combat uniform hanging in Esni's closet. At first glance, it was no different from the combat uniform Esni usually wore, a typical combat style with smooth and rigorous lines. However, Celine keenly noticed the unusualness of it.

When she carefully observed the suit while her sister was away, she unexpectedly discovered that, despite its ferocious appearance, it actually did not have any real combat function. The material of the suit was thin and light, lacking the necessary impact-resistant design, and even the most basic bulletproof layer was missing. It was like a delicate model that merely imitated the appearance of a combat suit.

"What's going on?" Celine said to herself, with a puzzled gleam in her eyes. She gently touched the fabric of the dress, trying to find the answer from the delicate texture.

Then, she accidentally touched two or three places that could be opened.

Now the case is solved.

"But, Mr. Jonas, you look like you're in some trouble?"

In order to avoid the failure of this secretly planned action, Celine spoke briskly with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Jonas sighed and put some coffee powder into the coffee cup. "My favorite coffee beans are all gone. I was just about to ask Eiffel to bring me some, and then you came over."

"Can't we ask other people to do these things? There's no need to ask Miss Eiffel, right?"

Celine walked to the coffee can and looked at the empty coffee powder can curiously. Then she turned to Jonas with a playful gleam in her eyes. "It seems that you have to drink something else today, but coffee is indispensable for dealing with daily chores. Can I go get it for Mr. Jonas?"

Jonas shook his head slightly, his mouth curled up slightly, and he responded: "That's true, but it's just that the coffee beans with my favorite flavor are gone. There are other coffees here that can be used as a substitute."

Today's daily chores have been completed in five minutes.

It’s so easy and relaxing. Do you have such a job?

"Really?"

Celine walked to Jonas's desk and stared curiously at the cup of brewed, fragrant coffee. Her eyes flashed with curiosity, like a child about to do something naughty.

Jonas noticed her gaze and seemed to have guessed what Celine was thinking.

“Would you like to try it?” Jonas asked softly, pushing the coffee cup toward her.

Celine hesitated for a moment, but soon, driven by curiosity, she took the coffee cup and took a sip carefully. Then, her face wrinkled instantly. The bitter taste of the coffee was like an electric current, rushing from the tip of her tongue straight to her brain.

"Wow, this is too bitter!" Celine muttered and quickly put down the coffee cup, as if she was afraid that some unknown bitter taste would come again.

Jonas couldn't help laughing, his eyes twinkling with a smile: "Coffee is definitely not for children."

"I'm not a child!" Celine pretended to be angry, but the smile on her lips betrayed her true feelings.

Jonas continued, jokingly, “A grown-up wouldn’t get mad at a bitter cup of coffee.”

Celine pouted and suddenly changed the subject: "Why do you like to drink something so bitter?"

Jonas sat back in his chair, seemed to be in deep thought for a moment, and then slowly said: "The bitterness of coffee is like a part of life. It makes people sober and reminds us that even if life is sometimes bitter, it has its own unique charm."

As Celine listened, the mischievous light in her eyes was gradually replaced by a hint of respect. She nodded slightly, as if silently agreeing with Jonas' words in her heart.

"I was just talking nonsense. Actually, the coffee I usually drink is not very bitter. It tastes quite good with milk."

"I knew Mr. Jonas wouldn't say something so sensible, so I didn't believe it at first!"

Then, Celine returned to her usual lively self after pretending to have an epiphany: "Then I'll stick to my juice. At least it's sweet, like me."

“Like you?” Jonas raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, sweet, cute and popular!" Celine seemed very satisfied with her description.

Jonas chuckled and shook his head. “Celine, I don’t usually see you so full of energy.”

"That's because I'm in a good mood today."

Celine's eyes suddenly became a little expectant. She fiddled with the coffee cup in her hand, as if she was thinking of a topic. Then, she looked up at Jonas, with a hint of desire in her tone: "Mr. Jonas, you know, I've been wondering recently, when can I go shopping with Sister Esni again?"

Jonas looked at Celine with a little surprise, recalling that she didn't seem to like going out that much before, so he asked, "Didn't you not like going out before? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

This is the first time I have taken the initiative to bring it up.

Celine smiled playfully and replied, "The past is the past, and the present is the present. People always change, right? Besides, it's good to go out and feel the outside world occasionally, especially with Mr. Jonas and my sister."

Jonas nodded, understanding Celine's feelings. He said gently, "Yes, occasional changes can indeed bring freshness to life. If you and Esni want to go shopping, I can help you arrange it."

Celine's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? That's great! I'm going to pick out some new clothes, and..."

She began to excitedly list the things she wanted to do, like a happy little kid.

Then she found that she seemed to still be in front of Mr. Jonas, and remembered that she had just said that she was no longer a child. She coughed and fell silent.

Oh, she still has things to do.

Celine's eyes turned to the plastic bag that had been lying quietly in the corner. She stood up, walked over lightly, and gently took out a piece of clothing from the bag. This was Esni's combat uniform, which looked solemn and murderous.

She walked back to Jonas with the dress, pouting, and said in a tone that sounded like coquettishness and doubt: "Mr. Jonas, look at this dress. Why do I feel that it is different from what my sister usually wears?"

Jonas was slightly stunned. He took the clothes and looked at them carefully. His expression gradually changed from confusion to seriousness: "What's the difference?"

I'm going to sweat.

He felt something different at first sight and knew the purpose of the dress, but he couldn't say this in front of Celine, right?

Celine leaned against the table and said softly, "I don't know... This dress feels light and airy, and it's different from the sturdy combat uniforms I used to wear. Look at the material, isn't it not that thick?"

Jonas studied the texture of the garment, his fingers sliding lightly over the fabric as if searching for the difference Celine had described, and indeed, he began to notice the lightness of the garment, a marked difference from the combat uniform he usually saw Esni wearing.

"Well, you're right. This looks more like an ordinary costume than a combat uniform." Jonas' voice was a little doubtful, but his fingers moved slightly.

Why did Celine suddenly bring this dress here?

Celine smiled, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes: "It seems that I have good taste. But the appearance of this dress is really strange. Why does my sister have such a dress?"

"Maybe it's a special hobby...right?"

"I guess it's just a special hobby, but I didn't expect my sister would be like this too."

Celine's lips curled up into a mysterious smile. She blinked and looked at Jonas, with a hint of playfulness in her tone: "Mr. Jonas, do you know that there is another difference in this dress?"

Jonas frowned slightly, looking confused, this time for real, and he once again examined the clothes in his hands, trying to find the difference that Celine was referring to. "What else is different?"

"Surely Mr. Jonas doesn't know what else?"

Celine smiled even more brightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and whispered to Jonas, "Of course, the person wearing this dress is different."

Seeing that Jonas hadn't reacted yet, she took the dress and lifted it up slightly: "The person who will wear this dress later is not my sister. Mr. Jonas, guess who it will be?"

She exhaled lightly, as if whispering something: "Mr. Jonas, you should be quite interested in the plot of the younger sister playing the older sister, right?"

Chapter 630: You're still growing up

Dragon City.

A cozy little home that someone bought for himself, and now he needs to work for the Sword Wielder to pay off his debt.

The room is not big, about 15 square meters, but it is very tidy. The walls and floors are light blue, which makes people feel very comfortable.

In the middle of the room stood a solid wood desk and a swivel chair, on which were neatly placed a few books and a small desk lamp. To the left of the desk was a white bookshelf, about three meters high, with five layers, and each layer was neatly filled with books.

Most of the books on the bookshelf are hardcover books. The colors of the spines are black, white, red, etc., and they are arranged in a beautiful order. Next to the bookshelf is a white wardrobe with closed doors and a small pot of succulents on the top of the wardrobe.

On the other side of the wardrobe is a large window with light yellow curtains half-closed. Through the gap in the curtains, you can see the not-so-blue sky outside.

Under the window was a white sofa and a small coffee table with an open magazine on it. Five or six book boxes were neatly arranged against the wall, and each box was filled with books.

Yue Qian sat at the table with a thick book in her hand. She lowered her head and read attentively. After a while, she frowned, put down the book in her hand, and gently rubbed her eyebrows. She looked a little tired, and let out a long sigh, looking ahead with lifeless eyes.

"It's so hard to study. Before I came back to Dragon City, I was illiterate and could only read a few words. Now I have to read articles that are only available in paper books and have not yet been uploaded to those information sources, so I can't understand much of the meaning."

She rubbed her brows and decided to take a break for a while.

On the evening when Yue Qian returned from District 25, the lights were just coming on. After checking her body and finding that there was nothing wrong with her, she returned to the place she shared with Ye Hua, moved all her things out, and then went to her small house for which she had not yet paid off the mortgage, and slept deeply for a day and a night.

I just can't leave her anything.

She did not confide in Ji Yeling because she knew Ji Yeling would not believe her, and she did not reveal any complaints either. She only said that she had misunderstood Ye Hua before.

Everyone thought she would have a good rest, but contrary to what others imagined, she buried herself deeply in the sea of ​​books that she would only read when she had free time, as if she was looking for some kind of redemption or answer.

Her eyes looked particularly bright under the light. The sound of turning pages and the sound of rain outside the window formed a contemplative melody. Her fingertips lightly touched each word, as if to imprint them in her mind.

She has a very good memory. She didn't study before because she had no time. Now Ji Yeling has given her a vacation, and with the technology that Dragon City itself has, she is overloaded with learning.

"All of this is so unfamiliar. I can only say that it is caused by not studying hard enough."

Each of her days began and ended with books and words. When the morning light first appeared, she still sat at the wooden desk, but the light in her eyes was brighter, like fire.

Before, her room was usually kept in a semi-messy state. To be honest, it seemed normal because there was no garbage on the ground except for things thrown everywhere. But to be honest, it seemed normal because there were clothes and bullets on the table scattered everywhere.

But since she came back from District 25, she has changed a lot.

"Power is but a temporary necessity, knowledge is the eternal light." She chanted softly, reciting the words in the book.

She read some philosophy books, but mostly those about human nature, knowledge, and how to resist, and she memorized them easily. Occasionally, when she got really bored of reading, she would pick up some books that were only available in paper form and read them.

She knew that only by gaining a deep understanding of Dragon City could she truly stand in front of those nobles and no longer be a pawn to be manipulated and played with. Every word and every sentence would become a weapon and shield in her heart.

Her mental journey is like a winding river, experiencing countless turns and changes.

Initially, she held a stereotyped prejudice against the dragon nobles, thinking that they were all selfish and cruel, shit among shits, scum among scums, eating the flesh and blood of countless people like herself, and then maintaining that glamorous appearance.

However, the appearance of Ye Hua was like a ray of light, breaking her inherent ideas. Her words, deeds, and attitude towards things made Yue Yan begin to doubt her preconceived ideas.

"Perhaps, not all nobles are equally bad." She talked to herself on a quiet night, the confusion and contradictions in her heart surging like waves.

really?

Until now, Yue Qian was able to give the answer.

"Sure enough, the nobles are all snakes and rats."

There was no more doubt in Yue Qian's eyes, only clarity and determination.

Now she just wants to drive all these vampires out of Longmen.

The change in Ye Hua's attitude towards her made Yue Qian more aware of her position and goals in Longcheng.

As long as he was in Dragon City, as long as these vampires existed, he would never get any respect from them.

All civilians are just dogs, dogs that can only bark and will be replaced at will if they don’t like them!

In the moonlight, her shadow was very long.

Ye Hua, the person who once made her feel powerless in District 25, has now become her driving force to move forward.

Initially, it was disappointment and anger towards Ye Hua that urged her to read, but slowly, it turned into disappointment towards the entire aristocracy, and then into determination.

Time passed quietly with Yue Qian's unremitting efforts. Her knowledge became richer and her understanding of Dragon City became deeper. Whenever night fell, she could always find new inspiration in books.

Until now.