Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"It's alright, go ahead and tell me."

The Fool said generously.

"The first thing is the novelist and Hishishibu. I wonder how they are doing now."

"I knew you'd ask that. The two of them are locked up in a dark room now because they violated the association's rules."

"That's what the Fool said."

"A small dark room? Is it a prison or something like that?"

"It's not that serious. Every author is a treasure to the association, and we won't easily resort to extreme punishments. However, being put in the 'little black room' is certainly not a pleasant experience."

"Those locked in the dark room have to write a certain number of words every day and undergo review by guards. Those who fail to meet the word count or whose reviews are too low will face further punishment."

The Fool explained.

"What would be the next punishment?"

he asked.

"I can't tell you that unless the deliveryman is willing to join our writers' association."

The Fool extended an olive branch once again.

“Uh, Mr. Fool, I’m in the restaurant right now, and our minister is right next to me.”

Liu Zheng said tactfully.

"Haha, then I was being presumptuous."

The fool laughed loudly.

"How long will they be kept in that dark room?"

He skipped over the topic.

"They'll be locked up for another six days."

The fool thought for a moment and replied.

"Can they be released earlier?"

"If their work is good enough, it can be released early if the reviewers agree. However..."

The Fool paused, then continued.

"The reviewers on duty this time are editors by training, and their standards are notoriously high throughout the Writers' Association. It's extremely difficult for them to gain its approval."

"Is there any other way?"

"If someone can vouch for you, you can leave early. However, most people are neither willing nor qualified to be such a guarantor."

The fool practically sent a text message saying, "You'd better beg me!"

"Then may I ask Mr. Fool to act as my guarantor?"

Liu Zheng also asked in a cooperative manner.

"Of course, that's no problem. However, although I'm not a businessman, I still believe in the principle of equivalent exchange."

"That's what the Fool said."

What does Mr. Fool want?

"I want a coffin."

"That's what the Fool said."

"A coffin? It's not a coffin made of plane trees, is it?"

He paused for a moment before speaking.

"French plane tree? What's that?"

The fool was also stunned.

“It’s a friend of mine; the coffins he makes are very popular with the deceased.”

Liu Zheng said simply.

"It seems I really came to the right place. However, its coffin probably won't meet my requirements. What I need is a bronze coffin carried by nine dragons."

The fool shook his head.

"Uh, Fool, aren't you overestimating me?"

He said speechlessly.

He even treasures dragon dung, yet he'd risk his life to deal with nine dragons.

Moreover, those nine dragons were merely laborers carrying the coffin; who knows what terrifying things were inside?

"Haha, you've misunderstood. Those nine dragons aren't real dragons, but nine centipedes with the bloodline of real dragons."

The Fool explained.

"I don't think I can beat them."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

You need to have confidence in yourself.

The fool encouraged.

"This really doesn't exist."

"You can have this."

The Fool emphasized.

"Fool, please stop teasing me. If all else fails, just let them stay in the dark room; they can concentrate on their writing."

He said with a wry smile.

The Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin sounds complicated just from the name. Since the novelist is not in any danger, let her stay in the dark room for a few days. We can always make it up to her later.

"Giving up so quickly? That's not like you, Mr. Delivery Driver."

The Fool joked.

"My greatest strength is my courage to give up. Escaping is shameful, but it's useful."

Liu Zhengtian replied shamelessly.

"Alright, I can offer you some assistance to ensure you can subdue the Nine Dragons Carrying the Coffin once you find it. But if you do that, you won't get the extra reward."

The Fool pondered for a moment and then spoke.

Do you know any clues about the Nine Dragons Carrying a Coffin?

he asked.

"I know, it's in the cemetery."

Chapter 487 If the Fool Wills, I Can Be Below

"A cemetery? Hmm, that makes sense."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Aside from cemeteries, it's hard to find a coffin anywhere else that would catch the eye of a big shot like the Fool.

Except for the London plane tree.

"Does the delivery driver agree?"

The fool asked.

"accepted."

Since he was going to rob a tomb anyway, he could just have the tomb keeper change the tomb he was going to rob to the one that the Fool had specified. Wouldn't that be great, killing two birds with one stone?

"Alright, I'll go release them now."

The Fool nodded.

"Does the Fool trust me that much?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

"Words and dance moves do not lie."

The Fool said in a profound and enigmatic way.

"Of course, if the deliveryman really lied to me, then it wouldn't be difficult for me to order takeout and talk to you face to face."

It paused for a moment before speaking.

"That's true."

Liu Zheng nodded.

For the strong in the metropolis, the cost of ordering takeout is not unbearable.

"So what's the second thing?"

The fool asked.

"The second thing is that I met an author who wants to become your student."

He explained about the tentacle monster.

"I'd rather not take on an apprenticeship; I'm still figuring things out myself."

As expected, the fool refused.

"However, I can have afternoon tea with it and exchange experiences."

It then added.

"That's great, thank you for your support, Fool."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

"It's nothing, I believe the deliveryman won't waste my kindness."

The Fool's tone remained gentle, but Liu Zheng seemed to feel an endless gray fog spreading towards him.

"Of course, I never waste a single bit of kindness, nor do I tolerate a single bit of malice. In our local dialect, this is called repaying kindness with kindness and repaying injustice with justice."

He said.

"Repay kindness with kindness, and repay injustice with justice. What a beautiful sentence! May I use it?"

The Fool asked in surprise.

"Of course, these are the words of our predecessors, and I am merely relaying them."

Liu Zheng said generously.

"Thank you. And what's the third thing?"

The fool asked again.

"The third thing is that our last meeting was rushed, and I didn't have anything particularly impressive to offer. This time, I've prepared a nice gift to give you as a token of our friendship."

He said it with great confidence.

Neither the calico cat nor the sphinx could resist the magic of the ball of yarn, and he believed the Fool would be no exception.

"Oh? Well, I'm actually looking forward to it. How about this, I'll order some takeout later and invite that tentacle monster over too, how about we have afternoon tea together?"

The Fool thought for a moment and said.

"Alright, then I'll gladly accept your offer."

Liu Zheng naturally wouldn't refuse.

"Alright, then I'll be waiting for you at the Fortress."

The fool hung up the phone.

"grass!"

He was just about to put the phone away when he was startled by the noise of cattle and horses.