Chapter 5: The Victim’s Peeping
“This makes it very intuitive.” Su Chen nodded to himself involuntarily.
And the【 Mystic Arts Apprentice】’s second promotion condition was also revealed, but it was not quite the same as Jiang He’s description.
【Mystic Arts Apprentice promotion condition number two: Elevate Candlelight Training Method to proficient level.】
Not looping ten times?
Su Chen subconsciously pondered, then suddenly realized that other people in this world did not have a proficiency measurement method.
They could only use looping ten times within one minute as the standard.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but ask: “What about the Whispering Trial?”
Jiang He explained: “The Whispering Trial requires drawing an Inverted Cross with blood in a sealed chamber environment to resist unknown mental interference. The longer the better, but it must not exceed forty seconds.”
Su Chen pondered inwardly. The described details differed greatly from the panel, meaning these guys were also fumbling around, uncertain about the exact level needed for job appointment.
But I know the most perfect promotion method.
“These are all requirements for perfect promotion?” Su Chen asked again.
“I’m not deceiving you.” Jiang He said sincerely. Combined with her current attire, it added a touch of allure.
Su Chen noticed Jiang He’s face growing increasingly flushed. The potion’s effect was probably wearing off soon. He heightened his vigilance inwardly and said: “Can we establish the Blood Oath now?”
As he said this, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang He. If she showed any sign of going back on her word, he would strike decisively.
Jiang He stared at him, sighed, stood up and said: “I need your blood.”
Su Chen bit his finger, but saw Jiang He expose her chest, a expanse of white, “Need to draw the Blood Oath diagram on my chest. I’ll do the drawing; you haven’t practiced, your hand isn’t steady.”
Su Chen glanced briefly, inwardly surprised. He hadn’t looked closely before; this woman… was indeed a stunner.
However, for now, focus on the Blood Oath first.
Jiang He took Su Chen’s finger and smeared it across her chest. Perhaps because of the blood as base, the touch was quite smooth.
Moments later, she outlined a eerie symbol the size of an infant’s head on her chest. Su Chen carefully checked against the book in his hand. After more than ten minutes, confirming it matched exactly, he completed the final stroke.
By now, Jiang He had long lost any teasing mood. She looked up at Su Chen, lips parting lightly to utter a string of syllables.
The blood-colored symbol on her chest seemed to emit an eerie glow faintly, as if endowed with life by some force, transforming into blood-red venomous snakes that rapidly spread across Jiang He’s body before vanishing.
“Done.”
With the handle now in place, Jiang He’s demeanor appeared more relaxed. She sat on the soft leather sofa, her entire body sinking into it, rubbing her brow.
Su Chen also felt a peculiar sensation, as if something told him deep down that Jiang He’s life was indeed bound to his.
For the short term, with this in effect, he and Jiang He should be on the same side.
“What was the scandal you mentioned before?”
“Don’t push your luck!” Jiang He widened her eyes, her chest heaving, annoyed: “I’ve already established the Blood Oath Contract. What more do you want?”
“Just curious, that’s all.” Su Chen glanced at her and responded casually.
“Tomorrow, take the auditing letter to South Wind Academy. Then I’ll take you to handle the procedures.” Jiang He picked up where she left off earlier.
Doing this was also to keep the other under her observation. The Blood Oath Contract wasn’t easy to dispel, and she still had to handle her own assassination attempt. She didn’t want Su Chen running around everywhere.
Of course, there was another point: the person behind wanting to kill her would certainly be curious about tonight’s events.
Su Chen’s surface information was just that of a refugee, which could serve as bait.
“Good.” Su Chen nodded. This was the original body’s idea, but now it was also his. He needed a channel to learn more.
A somewhat awkward silence settled between the two, each harboring their own schemes, neither fully trusting the other, but this was the best they could do for now.
“Then I’ll head out first.” Su Chen said.
“Wait, how are you going back with your clothes in shreds like that…” Jiang He suddenly called out to Su Chen, saying indifferently: “Follow me.”
She led Su Chen to the cloakroom, picking out a slim-fit black woolen trench coat, gray shirt, straight black pants. The size was fairly suitable.
“Your husband’s?” Su Chen asked casually, standing before the full-length mirror, adjusting the clothing details by hand and smoothing back his disheveled hair.
He touched his cheek; this skin was top-quality, otherwise Jiang He wouldn’t have taken a liking to it.
Especially now, after job appointment as Strongman, his build had filled out. With this outfit, he gave off a beast-in-fine-clothes vibe.
Jiang He leaned nearby, head tilted against the mirror, legs crossed. Her nightgown was still tattered, her gaze falling on Su Chen’s face.
Compared to the previous skinny, weak little guy she wanted to bully and toy with.
The current Su Chen had a completely different temperament, like transforming from a puppy to a wolfdog.
“Yeah.” Jiang He swallowed, legs rubbing together, then turned: “You can go.”
“Mm…” Su Chen hesitated slightly. Jiang He scoffed, “Don’t even think about it. I like playing with others, not being played with.”
“No, is there food?” Su Chen shook his head. Perhaps with the adrenaline from the intense fight fading, he now felt the hunger signals from his body—extreme hunger.
Jiang He’s expression stiffened slightly.
……
Crash—
Another porcelain plate was set aside, already piled half a person high.
“…Rope Master’s job appointment conditions are simple: just need one carefully woven rope, and thousands of weaving attempts, that’s basically it.”
“Does the carefully woven rope have to be a First Order item?” Su Chen couldn’t help saying.
“First Order item?” Jiang He scoffed, “Not that extreme. Materials just need to be slightly better. First Order items are extremely valuable; even if Rope Master sold themselves, they couldn’t afford one.”
She didn’t hide the disdain in her words: “This lower tier profession has no future. Maybe a chance to become a play mage, and if lucky, a Puppeteer, but that’s it.”
Su Chen kept eating, but the panel was already open.
【Discovered First Order lower tier profession–Rope Master. Complete job appointment conditions to job appoint.】
【Rope Master promotion condition number one: Obtain one carefully woven hemp rope, length no less than 1.5 meters.】
【Rope Master promotion condition number two: Complete three thousand instances of rope binding with no fewer than thirty knots】
Indeed very simple.
“Isn’t there a more powerful profession above Puppeteer?” Su Chen couldn’t help asking.
Jiang He emphasized: “Puppeteers promoted through Rope Master have no future. There should be something above Puppeteer, but I don’t know.”
Su Chen’s movements paused slightly, realizing the profession promotion sequence held other secrets.
“Burp—”
Setting down the plate, Su Chen burped contentedly, “Thanks for the feast. See you tomorrow.”
He stood up, turned crisply without lingering, and left the dining room.
“The person who brought you is still outside.”
Bang!
Jiang He’s gaze froze momentarily, staring at the closed door, her expression gradually shifting.
A First Order Professional, yet completely ignorant of many “common knowledge” things.
What secrets was this Su Chen hiding.
……
“Artificial Sun?”
Outside the door, Su Chen looked up. A massive grayish-yellow light source hung in the sky, emitting somewhat dim light, barely illuminating the road.
Sparse light bands crisscrossed like some kind of tracks?
But the sky above the light source was terrifyingly black, without even a hint of light, let alone stars.
“Even overcast weather shouldn’t be like this… fog, black mist…” Su Chen frowned, pondered briefly, then followed the memories in his mind to find the road out of this area.
Iron poles by the roadside hung with blue fluorescent lights, illuminating an area.
In the dark corner farther away, a pair of pale blue eyes watched the receding Su Chen, voice filled with shock and doubt, then sinking lower: “Not… dead? And still wearing my clothes…”
