Tokumon waited outside for a long time, about an hour.
Normal people wouldn't choose to wait like this, but since he knew from the main system that the Magician had returned, Tsuchimikado naturally couldn't give up halfway. Every once in a while, he would knock on the door, as if he wouldn't leave until he saw the Magician in person.
He ignored the trainees' gazes behind him. The more he waited, the more anxious and anxious he became.
So Tokumon secretly contacted the main system again.
"Main system, can you tell me what Magician is doing in the room now? Why isn't he opening the door?"
Main system: […]
The main system was silent for a very long time. It was so long that Tokumon thought that this question might be related to the trainees' privacy, so the cold mechanical voice rang in his ears again.
[I've already informed him of your visit.]
In other words, Magician knew of his visit.
The Yin Yang Master stood where he was, revealing an expression of disbelief.
The more he thought about it, the more scared and sad he felt.
In his mind, Magician was already in trouble, and the main system couldn't cure him. After the main system's words, he became completely hopeless. His lower body was paralyzed on the bed. Perhaps he had been completely corrupted by an indescribable evil god with darkness. His mind had sunk into madness, and he could no longer wake up. He could only open his eyes and utter indescribable ravings. Naturally, he was indifferent to the main system's message.
That key must have been given to Magician by No.1.
Tokumon thought back to the time when he was in the No.1 Middle School dungeon. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the devil didn't shy away from showing his interest in Magician in front of all the trainees. Not to mention before that, at the Las Vegas casino, he even walked down from the highest seat under everyone's watchful eyes and gave his signature rose to Magician.
All these things had already shown how different the devil was to Magician.
Thinking about it carefully, the one who danced with the tutor at the masquerade ball was definitely Magician. One of the real and fake tutors was definitely Magician, but Tokumon mistook No.1 for someone else because he heard her singing off-key … But that wasn't important! There was no doubt that the two of them had a different relationship in private.
Tokumon had never noticed this, because in Guiguzi's prophecy, the Demon King was supposed to be the enemy of the Savior, just like what Zhuge An had said when the temporary alliance was established. They all had the same goal, which was to prevent No.1, who was cooperating with the main system, from obtaining the Universal Wishing Ticket, leaving everyone in the infinite loop.
At that time, Magician hadn't even been promoted to Level S yet, but everyone still agreed to form an alliance. First of all, Magician's performance in No.1 Middle School was remarkable. He could be a leader, and of course, prophecy played a part in that.
But the prophecy said that they would be mortal enemies … It didn't say anything like this!
Tokumon turned over and over in his heart, not daring to believe the most absurd guess.
Maybe the devil just wanted to set up a golden cage and bed to humiliate the magician?
It seemed to make sense, or else why would the devil leave a key behind and not just take the magician away?
Whenever Tokumon felt sad, his thoughts would start to run wild.
He thought about the magician's current situation and imagined the devil's persecution of the magician.
So when the door opened, the onmyoji didn't even react for a moment.
So when he came back to his senses, he jumped up from the ground with an excited expression and gave the other party a big, brotherly hug.
"Brother!! You're really back!!! "
Zong Jiu, who had just hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door, wasn't paying attention and was hugged by the onmyoji. In the end, the onmyoji even patted his body, looking like he was worried sick about him.
Tokumon didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but he felt a little cold. And it wasn't a normal cold, it was like … hmm, a murderous aura.
How could it be? The onmyoji comforted himself.
The trainee's dormitory was the safest place, the only dangerous place was the horror dungeon. Now that the horror trainee competition was about to end, the main system didn't do any special events in the underworld, how could he feel a murderous aura in broad daylight? It must be that the mental pollution in the Crazy Circus was too serious and left a psychological shadow that he hadn't recovered from.
It must be.
Zong Jiu: "…"
Tokumon was much shorter than him, so he looked at the onmyoji's head with a slightly complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he imitated the other party's action and hammered the onmyoji's shoulder to show his friendliness.
In the next second, Tokumon heard a loud noise coming from the trainee's dormitory behind him.
Tsuchimikado was startled. Like an alert little animal, he let go of his hand and peered inside with a probing look.
Unfortunately, the magician was in front of him and he couldn't see the specific situation in the room.
"Did something break? Do you want to go in and take a look?" the onmyoji asked worriedly.
Zong Jiu's expression was a little strange and he waved his hand. "It's okay, it's my cat."
Tokumon didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear a happy chuckle coming from behind the door.
But soon, the onmyoji's attention was attracted by something else.
The magician didn't stretch out his hand, but when he did, Tokumon saw teeth marks and red marks all over his hand.
But because of the distance and the flash, Tokumon didn't see it too clearly.
"What happened to your hand?"
But it was obvious that the onmyoji misunderstood Zong Jiu's gesture of putting down his hand quickly.
Tokumon stood at the door and took a step back. He carefully looked at the other party from head to toe, the worry on his face growing stronger.
He wouldn't have known if he didn't look, but when he did, he was shocked.
Usually, Zong Jiu liked to wear loose shirts and khaki long trench coats. He looked very handsome in them and they complemented his straight and slender figure.
But today, the magician was wearing a thick fox-fur cloak with a circle of white fur around his face. Not only did he not look well, but the buttons on his body were buttoned from neck to ankle, covering his entire body. Even his neck and feet couldn't be seen.
He really couldn't see anything.
Tokumon looked down and saw that the magician seemed to be barefoot on the thick carpet.
The onmyoji's expression turned serious.
"Tell me honestly, did you get some negative effects in that dungeon that even the main system can't remove?"
Looking at the magician's expression, Tokumon started imagining things.
The trainee dormitory was always on constant temperature and everyone dressed casually. But the magician wrapped himself up like this, it was obvious that something was wrong.
Thinking about the previous incident, Tokumon's eyes grew bitter.
Zong Jiu: "…"
Zong Jiu: "No, it's not. It really isn't. "
Zong Jiu couldn't say that he was wearing this because someone had used his mentor's authority to allow him to redeem stamina from the main system. However, he couldn't remove the traces on his body immediately.
He had done it once during Halloween and now it was happening again. It was annoying.
"You're not lying to me? Then why didn't you open the door for so long? "
The onmyoji asked suspiciously.
Zong Jiu: "… It really isn't."
How was he going to explain to Tsuchimikado how he had waited bitterly at the door for almost an hour, how the black-haired demon had grabbed his waist and pressed him against the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the snowy scenery of the Black Forest outside the window?
Zong Jiu was angry just thinking about it.
If he hadn't just finished redeeming all his points, he would have gone to the main system to ask if there were any special enhancements.
Zong Jiu had already made up his mind to beat up Tokumon after he left to vent his anger.
"Alright then." Tokumon hesitated and gave up on pursuing the reason for his strange clothes.
He was an experienced Master Duanshui and knew when to respect the other party's privacy and what to ask and what not to ask.
The Magician was obviously in a bad mood and didn't want to talk about it. Zong Jiu obviously wouldn't rush to touch his bad luck.
However, he still looked worried. "You didn't leave any side effects after coming out of the Instance Dungeon?"
Zong Jiu started to make up stories. "No."
"I brought an item in. You know, it's a B-grade Iluka silver coin. It can increase one's luck for a short time. In the end, I threw a ten-sided die and charmed the evil god. He opened a Dimension Portal and contacted the main system. Maybe it was inconvenient to travel through the Dark Dimension, so it took some time. "
In order to prove this point, he showed that he wasn't missing any limbs. "Look, I'm fine now."
This set of excuses sounded flawless and completely self-justifiable. Of course, the biggest piece of evidence was the fact that Magician was standing in front of him, perfectly fine. Tsuchimikado was naturally relieved.
"Alright, as long as you're fine. I was just a little worried, so I came to ask. "
Zong Jiu hesitated and didn't deliberately mention the key.
Some things didn't need to be mentioned, just like how the Magician didn't say that there was only one key.
In short, he remembered this favor. If there was a day in the future when he could help, he would definitely be loyal.
After going through the Instance Dungeon, Tokumon now saw the Magician as his own brother. He wouldn't hesitate to go through water and tread on fire for his brother!
"Then you continue to rest, I won't disturb you anymore. Oh right, don't forget to reply to the others and discuss the time of the final battle meeting. We were worried when we didn't see you in the studio. We were finally relieved when No. 3 said that you were fine. "
"Alright." Zong Jiu nodded.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tokumon didn't stay for long.
He had a strange intuition that if he stayed any longer, something bad might happen.
Due to his bad luck too many times, the Yin-Yang Master had been equipped with an unlucky radar. Usually, when he had a premonition that he was going to be unlucky, his premonition was right. But the problem was that the radar would only alert him when he was unlucky. Thus, Tokumon bitterly wondered where he had offended the Taisui (Tai Sui) as he hurriedly bade farewell to the Magician.
The Yin-Yang Master ignored the trainees in the bar who were dumbfounded by the appearance of the Magician and returned to the door of his dormitory. He even shivered and muttered why the thermostat turned on by the main system was getting colder and colder. He had been out for so long, but it still hadn't warmed up.
"Creak —"
Zong Jiu pondered as he closed the door. He opened the main system and began to send messages to the S-level editors.
Behind the door, the demon who had been eavesdropping openly leaned over and intimately wrapped his arms around the Magician's waist. His fingers manipulated the puppet threads everywhere as he helped the Magician untie the thick fox fur cloak.
The demon looked at the mess on the white-haired youth and said hypocritically, "Oh, I was careless."
At first glance, his tone sounded sincere, but in reality, there was no hint of remorse.
In fact, the joy in his low and hoarse voice clearly indicated that the demon didn't feel careless at all. He even thought that it was fun and wanted to do it again. It would be best if he went even further.
"Baby, do you want to go to the bathroom? I'll help you clean up."
Zong Jiu coldly pushed his face away. "No need."
"I'll be thankful as long as you stay away from me."