Hellbents
Chapter 191: How Lucky
As she exited the room, Ava found herself standing in a long hallway decorated with paintings of themes exceeding her fingers. "Ehem." Ava flickered in confusion before her gaze met with a man who looked up only to see her. The dwarf? But he was sure that the players he had just seen all had human races, except Asmo for sure.
"Greetings, Empress. This is the dinner you requested," the Dwarf informed monotonously as he pointed at the plate-filled trolley beside him.
With a hasty conclusion and years of deceptive prowess, Ava said calmly, "Well, you can continue with your other duties.
The dwarf bowed respectfully, before turning his heel to walk straight in the middle of the passage, the Dwarf behaved exactly like the servant in the palace of Edodale.
This meant that there were other people involved in the mission this time besides the 10 people earlier. But does it indicate that there is another batch of players? Or were they just insignificant NPCs? Is there a story they should follow like a drama? Or does it all depend on the improvisation of the players? Ava kept thinking, keeping her questions in a mental note, hoping that her question marks would be answered slowly later.
When the girl finally devours a dish that is not hard bread or meat, the negative effects of being trapped in a labyrinth that has no kitchen or restaurant, are constantly hungry. His bead caught a piece of paper tucked under his bowl of corn soup.
7 nights
The basement
Hm. Just time and place? Without context or agenda?
Ding!
Every night at 7 p.m., players will be gathered to discuss progress in finding a hidden traitor
Oh.
When the time came, Ava apparently did not need to bother looking for the "basement" in question, because he was teleported automatically at 7 pm exactly.
All of them had the same idea, that this meeting was used to discuss the perpetrator who killed the king. But given how their heated conversations are cut without resolution, most are still awkward to begin with. Key word: most. Asmo's seductive voice stroked the delicate ears of his listeners, "As I said before, we better dismantle each other's roles to facilitate the investigation at hand." Instead, Ava shuddered. "Unless you do have a role that can not be shared," Asmo deliberately looked straight at Ava, obviously deliberately provoked her.
Ugh, that demon can't keep quiet, huh?
But what opened his mouth next was not two women fighting for dominance, but one of the teenagers from the triumvirate, too enthusiastic than they should be. "Oh! Um, I was looking through the room I occupied. Maybe you've guessed but we get a duty as a character other than the role of "good guy" against this "traitor. Well, I found out that the character I played was the king's secretary!"
Everyone's attention was on the boy, but the intense focus of the group of strangers did not shrink his guts. In fact, his pronunciation was getting faster and his intonation was rising. The small smile that was plastered in the plain face of the teenager indicated that it was attention that he was looking for. "There, I also found the log records of anyone who visited the king and what their agenda was." The long scroll rolled open, dozens of lines of words filled the white paper with black ink.
And at the very bottom, on the last two logs, it says.
24/09/1542
19.56 Private dinner with the queen
25/09/1542
07.00 One of the servants found the King's body
Ava almost laughed. Not one day have they been stuck in this game, he already knows his position will be cornered.
Because she was the queen in question. And the more he got defensive, the more suspicious others saw him.
Waw. His misadventures never disappoint.