The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Jiang Liujing was stunned for a moment, and then he heard a harsh friction sound of a chair moving. Chi stood up and walked to his side to block the boy's sight.

"What's wrong?" Several people in the dormitory heard the noise and looked over, and saw the masked boy standing on the third floor.

She had black cloud-patterned sleeves and a leisurely and elegant demeanor. Seeing that they were all looking at her, she calmly nodded to each of them.

After the dancers finished their dance and the lights gradually came on, he turned around and returned to the cover of the white veil.

Wen Xun put down his chopsticks and frowned slightly: "Is this the person who booked the third floor?"

"It should be. It looks really mysterious."

Mo Ya was surprised and said, "If he doesn't want to show up, why is he coming out now? Is he still looking at us?"

The young man's gaze was clearly directed towards them, with no intention of looking at anyone else.

Jiang Liujing blinked and looked at Chi, feeling that he should know something.

Sure enough, Chi was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I saw him when I first came here. The people in the store called him 'Young Master'."

“…”Everyone fell silent.

After a while, Mo Ya complained, "So he's the shop owner's son, right? And he's being so mysterious."

Liu An smiled helplessly: "Not necessarily, after all, we don't know who opened this store."

Wen Xun's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he turned to look to the other side. Sure enough, the waiter he had seen before was hurriedly walking towards them with another strange man.

He snorted and laughed, saying, "We'll soon know what his purpose is."

The waiter and the man stopped near them, and the man spoke first, "Excuse me, everyone. I'm Yao Lin, the manager of Baiwei Mansion. It's our fault that we couldn't arrange a private room on the third floor for you. Our young master said that all your purchases today will be free."

Mo Ya exclaimed "Wow" and whispered to Liu An beside him, "That's quite generous."

Liu An also smiled charmingly: "I wish every restaurant could be like this." He just liked to eat for free.

Wen Xun glanced at the two poor yet proud guys speechlessly, crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said to the supervisor, "You didn't come to us just to talk about the free meal, right? It would be the same if you let him talk to you alone."

He was referring to the waiter on the side.

The supervisor's expression remained unchanged. It was obvious that everyone in this restaurant had received good training in expression management. From the waiters to the supervisor, everyone was calm.

He nodded, acknowledging Wen Xun's words. Indeed, there was something else. He said respectfully, "Our young master invites you all to the third floor for a chat."

Several people looked at each other.

Wen Xun stood up first and slammed everything in his hands on the table: "Let's go and see what he's up to."

Everyone followed the supervisor up the stairs. Above the stairs, a curtain of white gauze hung quietly. It looked like just ordinary cloth, but Jiang Liujing could sense a faint fluctuation of magical power from it.

His eyes flickered as he scanned the area, a bit surprised. Such a large area of ​​white gauze, actually all made of alchemical products? And not just here, but covering the entire third floor. How many gold coins would this cost?

The supervisor took out a round metal piece with a heraldic pattern and lightly touched the white gauze. The originally integrated white gauze instantly split open, revealing the exquisite corridor behind it.

Several people filed in. At first glance, the entire third floor was deserted, with no waiter in sight. Jiang Liujing, however, felt something was amiss. He glanced around several corners. Everything was silent, empty except for air and shadows.

He looked away again in confusion. It was so strange, why did he always feel like he was being observed?

The supervisor smiled and said, "Guests, please follow me."

He took the initiative to walk in front. After everyone left, the corners that Jiang Liujing had visited began to tremble faintly, and several dark shadows suddenly appeared in the empty places.

One of them asked in surprise: "He felt it?"

They are assassin-type magic warriors who specialize in concealment, how could they be discovered by a fledgling magician?

"It must be an illusion," another person said in a muffled voice. "This place is so small when they came here, and there are only a few places to look. There's no way he could have spotted us."

"That's right," the man said hesitantly. If they could be discovered so easily, assassins wouldn't be called mage killers. Even if it was just for self-consolation, that was all they could think at the moment.

Jiang Liujing and others had followed the supervisor to a luxuriously decorated room.

The supervisor gently pushed open the door. Inside was a room filled with exquisite furniture and a variety of rare treasures. A masked youth sat on a rustic, carved rosewood chair inlaid with enamel. He smiled quietly upon seeing them enter. It was indeed the youth they had seen at the railing earlier.

"Hello." After waving the supervisor away, the young man casually pointed around and spoke first, "Let's find a place to sit."

Wen Xun didn't move, not giving anyone face: "No need, we are in a hurry to go back to eat, if you have anything to talk to us about, just tell us quickly."

His tone was harsh, and his attitude couldn't be said to be exactly friendly, it could only be said to be completely irrelevant.

However, the young man was not angry at all after hearing this. Instead, he laughed and said, "It is indeed my fault."

He scanned the area, finally landing on the black-haired, black-eyed child in the center. He suddenly asked, "You should be students of the Imperial School of Magic, right?"

Several people looked at each other.

They were out having dinner together, of course, without wearing their school uniforms, as they were afraid of attracting attention. Unexpectedly, the boy had such a keen eye that he easily recognized them.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?" Wen Xun looked at him.

The boy smiled unwaveringly. "If so, we'll have many opportunities to meet in the future. Oh, of course, not as classmates. If not... I don't think there's any possibility of that happening."

His gaze shone obscurely across Jiang Liujing's face, but he retracted it in time before angering Chi. He folded his fingers and said, "I asked you to come up here mainly because I wanted to get to know you. My name is Gu Lian, the same as Lian who collects all the wealth in the world."

As soon as his name was announced, Liu An and Chu Zhou both opened their eyes wide and took a breath of cold air.

Gu Lian smiled: "It seems that someone has heard of my name."

Jiang Liujing blinked, looking around blankly. Who was Gu Lian? Was he famous?

He looked at Chi, who also shook his head.

The memories he recovered only covered a small part of the knowledge about human society, and his knowledge of this kind of people was almost as poor as Jiang Liujing's.

Fortunately, they were not the only two people at the scene who knew nothing.

Mo Ya's face was also bewildered, while Wen Xun maintained his arrogant expression and asked, "Who is that?"

Gu Lian smiled without saying anything. Liu An coughed and reminded him, "His last name is Gu."

"Think about it again, who is the family behind Tiandi Trading Company?"

“…” Now that things have come to this, if Wen Xun still doesn’t understand, he would be a complete fool.

He frowned, "You mean he's from the Gu family?"

"More than that." Chu Zhou continued, looking at Wen Xun helplessly, "I told you to skip classes every time, and you didn't learn anything useful. His name is Gu Lian. If nothing unexpected happens, his father should be called Gu Yuanming, the man who ranked first on the wealth list published last year."