owlsbooks Chapter 411 No, my stomach is growling, do you want to increase my favorability too?
Chapter 411 No, my stomach is growling, do you want to increase my favorability too?
"You still dare to argue!" another person stepped forward, his tone agitated.
"I saw it with my own eyes. During the vote, you pulled people from other dormitories together, saying that if we voted for them, we'd have one less competitor!"
"Yes! I saw it too!"
"You also said back then that the Dragon Kingdom's national strength was now terrifyingly powerful, and their development momentum must be curbed!"
One voice after another rose up, and more and more people came forward to testify against Sahir.
Sahir's face turned deathly pale instantly. He lost all his confidence in arguing and his legs went weak, almost collapsing to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and argued, "I didn't want to either! It was a hint from the ghost story strategy team that told me to do it. I... I was forced into it!"
Wasim stared at him coldly and said in a deep voice, "What's your room number?"
Sahir trembled and, not daring to hide anything, stammered, "4...47 dormitory room."
"Number 47," Vassim repeated, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "Besides dormitory number 47, 12 other dormitories also voted for our number 56."
"I'm giving you a chance. If the people in these 12 dormitories step forward voluntarily, I can let bygones be bygones."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd fell silent.
They stood up for fear of retaliation from Wasim.
If they don't come forward, the consequences could be even more serious if they are found out.
After about a minute, finally one person gritted his teeth, stepped out from the crowd, head down, his tone filled with remorse:
"I'm from room 31. I also received a notification from the Ghost Stories Strategy Team. Sorry!"
Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.
Immediately afterwards, more people emerged from the crowd, heads bowed, and voluntarily admitted that they had voted for number 56.
"We're sorry, we really didn't mean to target you. Please forgive us this time."
In just a few minutes, all the people from the 12 dormitories who participated in the vote stood up, lined up neatly in a row, heads bowed and shoulders hunched, looking embarrassed, like a group of prisoners waiting for their fate.
Wasim glanced at them, and seeing their sincere attitude, slowly nodded:
"I'll let bygones be bygones for the past with you 12 dormitories this time."
"But in cell 47, Sahir, not only did you lead the vote, but you also encouraged others. I won't let this go so easily—"
"I will vote for number 47 for breakfast tomorrow."
Sahir trembled, then collapsed to his knees with a thud, clinging tightly to Vassim's leg and pleading repeatedly:
"For the sake of our neighboring country, please forgive me this time. I will never dare to do it again!"
Wasim, his face contorted with disgust, shoved him away abruptly and said coldly:
"If you can stand up for yourself to the end, I'll respect you as a man. But this cowardly, begging-for-forgiveness attitude only makes me despise you even more."
After saying that, Vassim turned around and distributed the snacks and cigarettes in his hand to everyone present except for those in dormitory number 47.
Everyone accepted the snacks and cigarettes, their faces showing gratitude.
"Thank you so much, boss!"
"Don't worry, boss, we'll vote for guild number 47 tomorrow too, we definitely won't help Sashir!"
"From now on, if the Ghost Stories Strategy Team issues any more of these misleading instructions, we will absolutely not listen!"
"The expert is the most reliable. Only by following the expert can we survive and clear the game!"
"Yes! The government will only harm us; only the bigwigs can truly lead us out of here!"
Watching Vassim use both kindness and force to win people over, Evelyn's eyes showed obvious appreciation, and she handed him half of the snacks she had just bought:
"Not bad. It seems you're not only an excellent detective, but also very skilled at managing people and establishing authority."
Wasim took the snacks and grinned:
"I was just bluffing; what really matters is the financial power Brother Lin Feng provides!"
Evelyn raised an eyebrow: "That's true, every man has his price!"
........................
After resting for about an hour back in his room, Lin Feng was starving.
Just as he was about to make himself a bowl of instant noodles to tide him over, Xia Ning's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Lin Feng, you can come out now."
Lin Feng was startled and quickly put the instant noodle cup on the table. He hurriedly said to Vassim, who was standing next to him, "I'm going out for a bit."
Wasim smiled meaningfully: "If you don't have to come back, then don't. I'll be fine on my own."
Lin Feng's forehead creased with a few black lines. Without saying anything more, he quickly walked out of the dormitory.
Outside the dormitory area, Xia Ning stood gracefully in a white robe.
Lin Feng stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Guide, Your Excellency."
Xia Ning nodded gently, and with a wave of her hand, Lin Feng's clothes instantly transformed into a neat black butler's uniform.
"It would be inconvenient to be seen by others, so changing my clothes would be more convenient."
Lin Feng understood immediately, and raised his hand to pull up the hood, covering most of his face.
The two walked up the stone steps to the third terrace, their destination being the Elder's Building where Xia Ning's dormitory was located.
Halfway there, an old figure suddenly emerged slowly from under an ancient tree by the roadside.
The man was dressed in a dark purple robe, and his aura was deep and imposing, exuding authority without anger.
It was Elder Maurice.
Upon seeing Xia Ning, he casually inquired about the progress of the newcomers' cultivation that day.
Xia Ning answered calmly.
Morris suddenly looked at Lin Feng and frowned: "Is this butler new? Why does he look so unfamiliar?"
Xia Ning remained calm and smiled faintly: "Elder, you have a discerning eye. He is an assistant I temporarily assigned to help with matters. He is still relatively inexperienced, which is why you have never met him before."
Morris stroked his beard, nodded, and turned to walk away slowly.
Only after he had walked away did Xia Ning let out a soft sigh of relief.
The two continued on their way and soon arrived in front of the huge circular building.
This building is similar in style to a Tulou (earthen building), with walls made of blue bricks and an ancient and simple atmosphere. It was the residence of the temple elders, dharma masters and high-ranking deacons.
Xia Ning led Lin Feng to an inconspicuous door on the third floor, took out the key, inserted it into the lock, turned it gently, and pushed the door open.
The room was simply furnished, with a single wooden bed covered with plain sheets, a square table and two chairs by the window, and a simple wooden frame in the corner.
There was a small metal cage by the wall, inside which lay a tabby cat with a round head and big amber eyes, looking over timidly, looking very endearing.
Lin Feng asked curiously, "Where did this cat come from?"
Xia Ning raised her hand to smooth a strand of hair at her temple and explained:
"Oh, yes... I found it a few days ago on the edge of the plateau. It looked pitiful, so I brought it back with me."
lie!
Lin Feng took in all her little movements—this look was probably something she had just "borrowed" from somewhere.
He remained expressionless, nodded slightly, and said naturally, "This cat looks quite well-behaved."
Xia Ning pursed her lips, her tone tinged with helplessness:
"I've tried so many methods, but it still can't learn to do a backflip... so I'd like to ask for your help."
Lin Feng nodded: "This isn't difficult, I'll give it a try."
Just as I was about to open the cage, my stomach betrayed me and growled loudly.
He froze, his face full of embarrassment.
Xia Ning couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 2]
Current favorability rating: 76/100