Zong Jiu chose to ignore a certain person who had appeared uninvited.
He didn't even raise his eyes to take a second look. He was still holding the half-lit cigarette between his fingers. The ash drooped and fell onto the dark black table, spreading a grayish-black smoke.
Behind the smoke, the young man's long and narrow eyes were blurry and unreal.
The warm yellow light above the bar added a layer of cold light to his silhouette, making the shadows on his face look even deeper and more inhuman.
Without a doubt, the Zong Jiu wasn't in a good mood.
For some reason, this knowledge made the demon unhappy.
He had rarely seen such obvious emotional fluctuations in Magician.
— Except when they were at loggerheads. At that time, be it the Zong Jiu or the demon, their burning desire to fight all belonged to the other person.
Their most real and rare emotions only arose because of the other person.
The demon thought with displeasure and did as he was told.
In the next second, the bartender who was mixing drinks at the bar was chased away. The black-haired man took over the bartender's place and moved his fingers slightly.
The puppet threads hidden in the shadows automatically wrapped around the bottle and the shaker. On the other side, the tweezers floating in the air had already prepared the ice and lemon salt, ready to be used at any time.
He purposely put his hand on Magician's hand that was holding the cigarette, the white glove intertwining with the pale fingers. He didn't do anything other than catch the falling ashes, but there was an indescribable ambiguity.
"Mr. Magician, do you need a bartender?"
The man stared into Magician's light pink eyes, his dark golden pupils filled with undisguised mockery. "You're my only customer, so there's no extra charge for this glass."
"Of course …" He dragged out the word, grabbing Magician's fingertips and squeezing them suggestively.
"If you want a second glass, it'll be another price."
The Zong Jiu was speechless. What should he do? His fist was hard.
His originally contemplative mood and train of thought were completely interrupted, and he immediately lost his temper.
All the work was done by the puppet threads and shadows, and the demon only needed to manipulate the dazzling silver arcs in the air like a conductor of a concert, sending them to where they were supposed to be.
The bartender was showy and showy, just like the demon himself, proudly exuding his hormones from morning till night, like a peacock showing off its feathers all the time, making people feel helpless.
"Dong —"
After a parabola in the air, the freshly brewed whiskey was pushed over.
The bartender leaned against the counter and looked at him with a smile.
The Zong Jiu looked at him coldly and didn't move.
The demon didn't care, he picked up a strand of the youth's white hair and twirled it around his fingertips nonchalantly.
"The final battle is about to begin. Let me guess. What did you guys discuss? For example, to let you fight alone? "
"Don't worry, you will only face to face to face to face to face.
His tone was exceptionally gentle. "Baby, I won't let anyone disturb our battlefield."
"But … it's inevitable that there will be ants who will interfere."
Magician raised a brow but didn't interrupt him.
"Just say what you want to say, don't keep me in suspense."
It would be a waste if he didn't listen to such obvious information.
Seeing that Magician had finally shifted his attention to him, the demon revealed a satisfied smile.
He released the puppet threads in his hand, and the ice cubes fell from the air into the wine glass with a crisp sound.
"My dear Magician, you have to know that all compromises in this world have a purpose."
The man was hinting at something. "Especially those who are just a little smart and want to cheat the world to gain fame."
Both of them were well aware of who this person was.
The demon obviously didn't like No.3.
This wasn't the first time he publicly criticized Zhuge An in front of the Zong Jiu. A long time ago, after the King's Game ended, Zong Jiu went to the demon's dorm to steal roses, and the demon chased him into his room. This familiar conversation had already happened once.
"What does a prophecy mean to you?"
The Zong Jiu pondered for a moment. "The inevitability of fate."
Prophecies had the unique tragic aesthetics of ancient Greek mythology, and could also be seen as a manifestation of the law of causality.
For those famous prophecies, the moment they were spoken, it meant that they would definitely come true in the future.
Prophecies meant that no matter what methods the person used to avoid or hide, it would still lead to the final outcome. It was very likely that avoiding or hiding would result in an unexpected outcome.
Guiguzi had been dead for more than ten years, and none of his former subordinates had survived. Not even a trace of him was left behind. His final prophecy was brought to the Perfect World by his subordinates who didn't manage to enter the Investiture of the Gods dungeon in time.
They thought that they had brought out a savior, but in the end, they created a demon king. It further confirmed the fate of the prophecy.
A prophecy didn't mean that one could go against fate, it was just a 'notification'.
"That's right."
The demon shrugged. "You see, in Guiguzi's prophecy, we are mortal enemies."
The Zong Jiu pondered and didn't speak.
Mortal enemies. It used to be true.
But after the Judgement Day dungeon, some things seemed to have changed forever.
There were countless times when Zong Jiu could strike, ruthlessly beating up the defenseless Little Fiend, and even make the Great Fiend disappear from this beautiful world.
But maybe it was out of pity at the beginning, or maybe it was because of something deeper, the Zong Jiu didn't.
There were countless times when the demon could have killed the magician in the cradle before his wings were fully grown. From then on, the magician didn't have to care about Guiguzi's prophecy and could continue his game in the human world.
Similarly, maybe it was because he was too bored at the beginning, or maybe he was tired of this boring competition where he couldn't find any toys. The demon didn't either.
Their motives were different at the beginning, but after they chose to indulge and be presumptuous, they couldn't attack anymore.
Needless to say, the Zong Jiu, the demon even rushed to save his mortal enemy. He kept saying that the magician could only die in his own hands, but it couldn't hide the essence of the matter.
The prophecy had never mentioned that there would be another relationship between them while they were mortal enemies.
"I'm inclined to believe that this prophecy is accurate, but if someone wants to maliciously tamper with it or hide it, then it's not necessarily true." The man sneered contemptuously. "Especially … if that person is still No. 3, then its accuracy is even lower."
What the demon didn't say was that, in a sense, Guiguzi's prophecy was terrifyingly accurate.
Even if he was really defeated and willingly lost to someone, that person could only be the magician.
"So, baby, there's obviously something wrong with this prophecy."
The man's tone changed and became sweet again. "Some people are obviously up to no good when they compromise, unlike me. I'm willing to be used by you and have no other request."
The demon obviously knew how to flatter himself. He used the other person as a foil for himself and didn't mention how he lusted after the magician's body and wanted to abduct him to bed every day.
Hearing this, the Zong Jiu finally understood what the demon was implying.
"So you're saying that you know what I have to wish for after I get the Universal Wishing Voucher?"
"Don't worry, baby, we can talk about this later."
The black-haired demon slowly combed the magician's long silver hair. "It's not certain who will win or lose."
"Also, allow me to remind you, Mr. Magician, you owe me so many times, have you thought about how to repay me?"
The word "owe" first appeared in the No.1 Middle School Instance Dungeon, when the Zong Jiu asked the demon who acted as the teacher for help.
Zong Jiu was still able to guess what kind of personality No.1 had. As long as he felt that something was interesting, he would most likely not reject anyone who asked him for help.
Of course, although the demon said so verbally, the Zong Jiu, who was used to not buying a ticket, didn't take it to heart.
He didn't intend to repay it from the beginning. Therefore, the Mad Circus No.1 came to help and he insisted on saving him in the Instance Dungeon. In the eyes of the Zong Jiu, it was a free ride and he didn't need to pay anything.
"Ah, Mr. Magician is still as heartless as ever."
The demon sighed pretentiously. "Forget it. Who asked us to be so close now?"
He purposely emphasized the words' intimate '.
The Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. "Maybe I'll consider this when I'm in a good mood. But if you want me to give up the Universal Wishing Voucher? Then I'd advise you to go to bed. "
Sleep?
The demon narrowed his eyes. "It's not impossible if I'm with you."
It just so happened that the sky was now completely dark. Everything in this narrow independent space was under the control of the main system. Therefore, the starry sky at night was particularly beautiful, and all the stars at all times were twinkling in the sky, forming a sea of stars.
"If this is the way to repay me …"
The man smirked and lowered his voice. "I'll definitely like it, baby."
The Zong Jiu was speechless.
His answer was to get up from the bar, turn around, and leave.
It was the Magician's greatest mercy that he didn't pour the glass of wine over the demon's head.
.....
The Zong Jiu didn't walk far before he received an unexpected message.
The sender of the message was Xu Su.
The Zong Jiu pondered for a moment, turned around, and turned to the conference room that they usually used for meetings.
Just as the message said, there was already someone sitting in the conference room.
Xu Su sat on the sofa, holding a thick roll of papyrus that exuded a withered aura.
Feeling this unique aura, the Zong Jiu couldn't help but look at it.
Such a representative papyrus should be the famous S-grade item, the Book of the Dead.
"Brother Jiu!"
Seeing him, Xu Su wiped the tears on his face and stood up from the sofa.
"Xu Sen asked me to call you over. He said … he has something to say to you."