Twisted Dreams-Chapter 231 - 201: What Is the Celestial Palace
Mai Zi didn't dare to eat too much, there were still some leftovers.
She still couldn't quite believe she could eat food with meat.
Though her subconscious had already accepted it.
But such a mind-boggling event would take some time to fully digest.
Mai Zi looked at the restaurant.
The decoration was very luxurious, like a five-star hotel.
She had never imagined she could dine in such a well-furnished place.
She asked:
"Are attendants really just waitstaff, do they need to provide other services?
Like... some special services..."
The blond beauty shook her head and said:
"At first, I also doubted this, but later I found that the big shots we serve wouldn't even give us a second glance."
The blond beauty chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"Slowly, I understood why they're so good to us.
They treat us like pets. Pets need good food and housing to better please their masters."
Mai Zi asked the question she was particularly concerned about:
"Those people in white, the ones you call ghosts, what exactly do they do?"
Mai Zi clearly saw an unmistakable fear flicker in the blond beauty's eyes.
The blond beauty said:
"No one knows who they really are, they're just called 'ghosts' in private.
They seem to maintain order here, like sheepdogs, and we are the lambs."
The blond beauty pointed around and said:
"We are called 'attendants.'
Maybe those people couldn't be bothered to name our activity area.
The area we can move around in is called the 'attendant activity area.'
Usually, we can only move in the 'attendant activity area.'
There's a dance hall, a gym, an arcade, enough for leisure.
When it's time to work, we have permission to leave here, put on our uniforms, and go upstairs."
The blond beauty said, her face turning serious and earnest:
"What I am about to say is very important.
If we appear in a place where we don't have permission, those 'ghosts' will kill us without hesitation."
Mai Zi's eyes widened:
"Kill us?"
The blond beauty nodded:
"A few days ago, there was a girl, she looked good, but there was something wrong with her brain.
She took medicine here, got better, and thought she could get away for free.
She made a fuss about going back, saying she would call the police to arrest the person in charge here.
As a result, as soon as she stepped out of the attendant activity area, a 'ghost' crushed her head.
It was 'crushed,' not an exaggeration at all; heaven knows where those people get such strength."
Mai Zi swallowed: 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Then, if we can't go out, what if we need to buy something?"
The blond beauty said:
"Don't worry, everything you need is here.
Your face wash, your face masks in the future, all things you couldn't afford outside, all high-end products."
Mai Zi finally understood what Zhi Qiluo meant by exchanging 'freedom.'
Coming here meant completely losing freedom.
The blond beauty glanced at her watch and said:
"In the future, you will have etiquette training, and someone will teach you the attendant rules.
For now, we have work to do. There is perfume at the entrance of the restaurant, spray some, let's go upstairs."
Mai Zi followed the blond beauty in a daze.
........
Mai Zi and the blond beauty took a specially-made elevator card to go upstairs.
This elevator card only works when an attendant has a task.
Not knowing which floor they had arrived at, Mai Zi saw many attendants weaving through various venues.
On both sides of the corridor, two rows of women wearing blue and white porcelain qipao stood quietly.
Their task was to stand as etiquette guides, just standing here.
An elevator door opened.
An elderly man in a suit, wearing a mask, exuding an aura of authority, stepped out.
A male attendant in uniform bowed and led the way.
Obviously, that old man was the kind of big shot the blond beauty spoke of.
She suddenly felt a bit eager for the future life.
In this life, she couldn't possibly squeeze into high society, but being a palace maid in the Celestial Palace was not bad either.
The most inconspicuous palace maid in the Celestial Palace is still a fairy.
Suddenly, beautiful music began to play.
The big shots in various rooms got up and headed to the conference room at the end of the corridor.
After all the big shots left, Mai Zi sneaked a glance at the blond beauty beside her.
The blond beauty stared eagerly at the conference room, muttering softly:
"Mai Zi, do you know who's in there?"
Mai Zi remembered the blond beauty had said not to utter a word after getting upstairs.
Apparently, the blond beauty was already experienced, blatantly violating attendant rules.
Mai Zi still asked softly:
"Who's there?"
The blond beauty's eyes were filled with suppressed ambition:
"There's a king in there, a real king, the one who makes those big shots bow down.
That king, even with just one glance at me, would allow me to slip into high society if only something leaked from his fingers."
.......
Inside the conference room.
The ceiling was very high, at least five meters, and the soft light of the chandelier brought a hint of warmth here.
More than twenty attendants stood around the conference room in exceptionally strict etiquette postures.
These attendants held high ranks among the attendants, thus qualified to serve the demon members up close.
The demon members here were obviously fewer than those in the South Sea Demon Club.
In front of the oval long table where the demon members were seated, there was a giant black throne, four meters high and two meters wide.
On the black throne, Li Yang wearing a black business shirt sat cross-legged, holding a cigarette in his right hand.
At ease and casual, yet the demon members felt intense pressure, even finding it hard to breathe.
At the seat beside Li Yang, Suzu sat upright, legs swinging under the table.
Everyone could see this little gesture, but nobody dared to imitate it.
The Black Witch was the spokesperson for the Death God.
Though all were slaves of the Death God, the status of Apostles far outweighed that of demon members.
The artist—Yang Xiao, raised his hand and said:
"Master, it has been found that the God Creation Group indeed contacted the Xie Family."
Yang Xiao was the only human present without Demon Power.
Actually, his Desire Power was intense.
The reason Li Yang didn't want to give Yang Xiao the Desire Potion was to 'suppress' a bit longer.
To squeeze more potential out of Yang Xiao.
Perhaps in the future, Yang Xiao might possess more powerful demon forces than Cao Yi.
The old corpse demon—Liu Changgen, raised his hand and said:
"Chairman, the God Creation Group once discussed a business deal with Zhou Enqiao.
The God Creation Group wanted to set up a branch in the Imperial Capital, but after Zhou Enqiao died, the plan was put on hold.
A dragon appeared in the Four Seas a few days ago, I suspect the God Creation Group's urgent contact with the Xie Family is related to that dragon."
The God Creation Group deals in genetic engineering, and with such a magical creature like a dragon appearing, it's understandable they couldn't sit still.
The artist—Yang Xiao, continued to raise his hand and speak:
"The young master of the Xie Family and the Talisman Sect Leader have left the Imperial Capital and headed to Changbai Mountain."
Suzu clicked her tongue and sighed:
"Poor Little Crow~"
Her tone was filled with schadenfreude.
Li Yang's face remained expressionless, his mind calmly processing.
The God Creation Organization, a long-time adversary.
The development of the Demon Club to this day truly owes much to the help of the God Creation Organization.
This organization once gave Li Yang quite a headache, if not for having the upper hand back then, the outcome of the struggle with them wouldn't have been certain.
Li Yang never underestimated this organization.
The members all believed that the Death God could wipe out the God Creation Organization with a mere gesture.
But could such a group, possessing cutting-edge technology, be so simple?
Leon Jin, if given time, could really create a god.
Fortunately, Leon Jin is already dead.
However, Li Yang actually felt a bit sorry about Leon Jin's death; he was a scholar who earned Li Yang's respect.
Imagine if such talent could be used to his advantage, how great would that be?
Unfortunately, that's impossible, that guy harbored deep hatred towards supernatural powers.
He flicked his cigarette ash and pointed at Yang Xiao with his fingertip in the air, slowly speaking:
"Make contact."
Yang Xiao's lips curled into a cruel smile:
"As you command, my master."
