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Chi Que stopped in his tracks, and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with white hair and blue eyes emerge from the shadows.

Could this be the maid the guards were looking for?

And he's even white-haired? A special attack on the Okinawa people?

Strangely, he had scanned the room with his eyes earlier but had not noticed that there was a person hiding in the shadows.

Moreover, since this was a room prepared for VIPs, there was no reason why it wouldn't be checked, yet she wasn't discovered.

Chi Que raised an eyebrow, suddenly curious about the other person's background, and couldn't help but ask, "What did you steal from the Duchess?"

Even facing the risk of being discovered, the maid showed no emotion: "I didn't steal anything."

"I think so too." Chi Que nodded slightly: "After all, I can see that there's nowhere on your body to hide anything."

He immediately ruled out the possibility that the maid was dressed as a woman and had hidden the item in her chest, since she was indeed very flat-chested.

"In that case," he softened his tone, "I have no choice but to hand you over to the Duchess."

"Why?" the maid asked, seemingly genuinely curious.

He explained slowly and deliberately: "You must have a secret. I'll assume you believe what you're saying. Since it's not an object, it means the secret is directly related to you. And that means there are two possibilities."

Chi Que held up a finger: "In the first case, you are the secret itself, so the Duchess must find you. You are in a hopeless situation and will definitely be caught. In that case, I might as well hand you over and exchange some benefits with the Duchess."

Unless there is some secret passage in this room, Chi Que does not believe that this maid has any chance of escaping.

"That makes a lot of sense." The white-haired girl nodded.

He then held up a second finger: "There's another possibility, which is that you know a duchess's secret that she can't reveal to others."

"That would be bad for me, because the Duchess can't be sure if you told me the secret. Now that I've met you, it's like I'm already on the maid's list of suspects. My best course of action is still to hand you over to the Duchess in exchange for her trust," Chi Que analyzed.

He then changed the subject: "However, you actually have a third option."

"What is it?" the maid asked, seemingly very curious.

"That means you tell me the Duchess's secret first, and then I'll hand you over to her," he said, speaking as if he were a newborn.

"What good would this do me?" The maid actually considered it seriously for a while.

"I can let you finish this plate of pastries." Chi Que pointed to the pastries on the table. "You must be very hungry now."

"Deal." The maid agreed to Chi Que's terms.

"Very good." Chi Que nodded slightly. "Then, tell me now, what do you know?"

The white-haired girl shook her head: "If I tell you first and then you go back on your word, then I won't get to eat the pastries."

"What you say makes a lot of sense." Chi Que nodded slightly. "After all, we've only just met and there's no basis for trust between us. How about this, I'll back down and allow you to have a piece of pastry first. And if I don't keep my promise, you can report me to the Duchess."

"What is the charge?" the maid asked.

"Deceiving a child," Chi Que said, "will lower the Duchess's trust in me, and you'll gain a way to control me. How about it, a good deal?"

"High five." The maid raised her right hand.

"Our contract is established." Chi Que gently patted the door.

She picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it directly into her mouth, clearly starving. Chi Que sighed inwardly.

They finally managed to fool everyone.

He could tell that the other person probably had no common sense; to believe such a nonsensical condition was truly astounding.

Faced with such a naive and easily deceived situation, of course he would squeeze every last drop of value out of them and then sell them!

Just then, the maid finished a piece of pastry, and Chi Que was about to ask a question when he heard the guards talking outside the door:

"We've searched everywhere, but we still can't find him." "Damn it, I'm afraid..." "Isn't there that room?" "That's the room the captain said was for the distinguished guest."

"Go in and search! She can only be hiding in here!" the captain of the guards shouted.

This is terrible...

Chi Que frowned slightly, then looked at the maid without hesitation.

He reached out, intending to shove the other person back into the shadows.

After all, he wasn't that cruel; he wouldn't actually hand her over.

But the moment he touched the maid's body—

Boom!

The captain of the guards burst through the door, only to find Chi Que sitting alone on the sofa, with no one else around.

"Is there something you need?" Chi Que seemed to have just woken up from resting with his eyes closed. He straightened his clothes and asked leisurely.

"No, I just wanted to ask if you've seen any suspicious people..." The captain of the guards scanned the room.

However, even though he and the guards who arrived later turned the room upside down, they still found nothing.

This chilled him to the bone.

The captain of the guards was originally very confident, believing that the target had been completely surrounded. Since he couldn't find him anywhere else, he must be in the room where Chi Que was, and he could take this opportunity to humiliate him.

However, there was no one else in the room. What does this mean? It means the target successfully escaped from the encirclement!

Even worse, this time he did absolutely nothing!

The thought of the terrible consequences of mission failure sent chills down his spine.

He left the room in a disheveled state, lifted the restrictions on the slave market, and then hurriedly left with his men.

Vincent let out a sigh of relief. "Sir, I don't think this place is a good place to stay today. What do you think..."

Chi Que glanced at the empty VIP room and nodded decisively: "Let's go, I'm really not in the mood today."

Chi Que returned to the shop and said goodbye to Vincent.

He quickly returned to the kitchen, and the next moment, a curled-up figure appeared on the kitchen floor.

It was that white-haired maid.

"Where is this place?" Despite having just experienced a supernatural event like spatial teleportation, the girl showed no sign of panic. Instead, she curiously looked around at everything.

"My restaurant," Chi Que replied succinctly, his eyes fixed on the seemingly harmless maid.

His mind is in a mess right now.

The moment he touched the girl's body, the game suddenly gave him an upgrade:

[A transcendental singularity derivative detected.]

[Get it?]

[Warning! This derivative is unstable and may lead to unpredictable consequences! Players should choose carefully!]