Ninth class citizen

Chapter 254 He hated me because of love

Before meeting the VIP, Nan Rong was taken for a more comprehensive physical examination.

This is easy to understand; her performance in the warm-up matches was so eye-catching that it attracted their attention.

This machine is much more advanced than the one at the entrance, and it detected the tiny dagger she had hidden under her tongue immediately.

"The wings of an Erima beetle?" The Blackthorn Arena's dedicated healer carefully examined the scale, clicking his tongue in amazement. "So it is. Sun Qiang's death was not unjust."

Steward Wu glanced at Nan Rong, took the nail plate from the doctor, carefully put it away, and urged, "And what's the result? Don't keep the guests waiting."

The results from the new machine were exactly the same as before, with no change whatsoever.

Not only did the attributes not improve at all, but no extraordinary abilities were also detected.

Experienced doctors were not surprised by this.

"After a superhuman undergoes genetic degeneration, the affinity between some of the source energy stored in their body and free particles remains, so there is indeed a very small chance that they can use superhuman skills when facing a crisis. But this does not mean that the lost abilities can be restored."

"Especially for those who have been completely rendered useless after being poisoned, their physical condition will deteriorate rapidly after such an ordeal, and they simply won't live long," the doctor said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter." Steward Wu was not concerned about Nan Rong's fate: "As long as she doesn't threaten the guests."

Despite saying that, Nan Rong's hands were still bound behind her back by the energy-suppressing ring, and she was taken to a rather luxuriously furnished room.

"Young Master Adrian," Steward Wu said with a smile, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

As he spoke, he shoved Nan Rong inside and whispered a warning in her ear, "Serve her well. If you upset the guests, you can imagine the consequences."

“It’s not very polite to speak like that to a brave and intelligent lady,” the silver-haired youth said with a smile, sizing up the quiet girl in front of him.

“You’re giving her too much credit,” said Steward Wu. “Besides, she was just lucky in that match.”

He repeated what the doctor had just said, and added, "So if you feel the previous price was too high, we can refund part of the amount."

"Oh?" Adrian looked away and stared at Steward Wu directly. "Although I don't care about this small amount of money, a transaction is a transaction. Paying such a high price for just one night's service from an ordinary female slave is indeed a bit of a waste."

"So what do you mean?" Steward Wu blinked.

The Dantes family is extremely influential on Tulane and several surrounding star systems, and Adrian himself is a Black Card VIP at the Blackthorn Arena, so he naturally doesn't want to offend them.

“I’m taking her with me,” Adrian said. “This price is enough to buy ten female slaves. Don’t be too greedy.”

"That really won't do." Steward Wu gave a helpless bitter smile: "It was our young master who personally gave the order that no one is allowed to step out of the Blackthorn Arena, not even if they die, their ashes must be left behind—so if you really like her, then let her come and keep you company more often?"

"Mr. Carol has come to Tulane?" Adrian asked seriously. "Is he in the arena right now? Could you please pass on a message for me and ask if he would be willing to see me?" "This..." Steward Wu looked troubled. "Young Master is very busy. Unless he is summoned for something, I have no chance to get close to him."

“It’s alright.” Adrian knew very well the status of the name Carol in the Chaotic Starfield, and he also knew that compared to him, the name of the Dandes family was nothing.

“Just do your best.” He said, transferring a sum of Chaos Coins directly: “This is just a deposit. If I can meet with the gentleman and have a chat, there will be an additional reward.”

“Thank you for your generosity. But please don’t have too high expectations, because the young master will be leaving Tulan Star by tomorrow at the latest.” Steward Wu said as he withdrew, considerately closing the door behind him. “Have a pleasant evening, Young Master Adrian.”

After the door closed, Adrian was not as anxious as Steward Wu had expected.

He gestured for Nan Rong to sit across from him at the table and asked, "Do you have a grudge against Mr. Carol?"

He didn't miss the strange look that flashed in Nan Rong's eyes when she heard the name.

"I don't know him," Nan Rong denied outright.

She didn't know whether this little Carol was the same person as the captain of the Third Column.

During her three years with the Star Alliance, Carol and she had a good relationship. Carol had even taught her some extremely effective fighting techniques, which were very simple and efficient, as if they were created specifically for killing.

So it wouldn't be entirely unreasonable if his family owned a gladiator arena. And is Carol's current hostility towards him, like Florent's, also instigated by the Great Demon King?
Since the question was raised, Adrian has been observing Nan Rong.

Her slightly furrowed brows and lowered eyes clearly indicated that what she said did not match the facts.

"Have something to eat." A knowing smile flashed in his eyes. "Don't be shy."

Despite saying that, he had no intention of removing the energy-blocking ring from Nan Rong.

“Young Master Adrian is truly generous.” Nan Rong rolled her eyes. “If you can’t afford it, just say so. Don’t pretend and make people look down on you.”

“I was just reminded of your glorious achievements, Miss Nan, so I had to be careful.” Adrian picked up a piece of red snapper liver with blood streaks and slowly put it into his mouth under Nan Rong’s unwavering gaze. After chewing it slightly, he revealed a satisfied expression.

“Here’s what we’ll do.” He picked up a knife and cut a small plate of meat from the enormous roasted shrapnel leg sitting in the center of the table, sprinkling it lightly with salt and pepper. “Think about the question again. If the answer satisfies me, then this plate of meat is yours.”

The rich fragrance assaulted Nan Rong's nostrils. She softened her stance and said seriously, "Okay, I know him. Not only do I know him, but I also deceived his feelings—that's why I was caught and treated like this."

Adrian didn't believe a word of such a casual answer.

“Miss Nan,” he sighed, “I’m not a very patient person. If you persist in spouting these baseless ramblings before my patience runs out, the consequences may not be what you want to see.”

“I’m telling the truth.” Nan Rong didn’t even blink. “Carol really hates me because of love. Otherwise, why wouldn’t he agree to let you buy me? And he even said that he would bury me here even if I died. It was just to satisfy his selfish and despicable possessiveness.”