Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 383 - 46 How long are you going to let me deceive you?_2

Chapter 383: 46 How long are you going to let me deceive you?_2

While Phinis clearly noticed these changes, it only intensified his disdain for Tupac.

To think that for such a worthless thing as appearance, the family would expend such significant resources, this guy… is indeed a shortsighted fool with nothing but a coat of Golden notes.

Of course, Phinis wouldn’t point this out.

They still had two more days to stay here.

Because tomorrow marked the final day of the Seven Notes·Syllable, and according to tradition, the festival would officially begin after its conclusion.

So he needed to wait until the last moment to ensure that Miss Hevnia wouldn’t cause any trouble and also to keep an eye on Daniel to figure out what the Ether family was really up to.

It was then that he saw a figure hurrying out of the dining room, chasing after the long-gone Hevnia.

He narrowed his eyes.

“That guy, was he the waiter who just took our order?” Phinis said.

Tupac also looked over, “Seems like it.”

As Phinis watched Ogg catch up with Hevnia and begin talking with her, he slightly furrowed his brows, “Why would Hevnia deal with someone of that stature?”

“I think you are being too wary,” Tupac seemed unconcerned, casually speaking, “Isn’t this kind of thing quite normal? It might just be a bit of unique fun before the festival.”

“Unique fun?” Phinis looked at Tupac, “What do you mean?”

“Phinis, by focusing only on the festival itself, you’re missing out on a lot of fun,” Tupac said, “You are not aware of a little game that has been quite popular among the nobles lately.”

“You might as well make yourself clear.”

Tupac smiled, did not explain immediately but looked around and then found a girl who was also working in the dining room.

“See that girl there? The one wiping the tables.”

Phinis looked over, “What about her?”

“How long do you think she will live?”

Phinis’s brows immediately furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“Just what it sounds like,” Tupac said with a grin, “A bet, betting on how long she will live.”

Phinis narrowed his eyes slightly, “Are you planning to kill someone?”

“Of course not, Phinis, you’re thinking too much,” Tupac spread his hands, “We’re law-abiding students, why would we do something so cruel? Besides, what would be the fun in that?”

“If that’s the case, then I don’t see any possibility of her dying soon,” Phinis said, “I just noticed that the markings on her arm are Silver Rank, under normal circumstances she should live quite a long time.”

“Yes, under normal circumstances,” Tupac nodded and then took out a piece of paper and pen from his clothes, quickly wrote a few lines, and then showed it to Phinis, “But… what if it’s like this?”

Phinis took one look and immediately understood what Tupac meant.

Because it was an invitation letter for a band, still unsigned.

Seeing that Phinis didn’t respond, thinking he had not understood, Tupac gestured with his hand and called over another male waiter.

“Hello,” he said with a smile to the male waiter, “Could you tell me the name of that girl?”

He pointed to the girl still wiping the tables.

The male waiter naturally wouldn’t refuse Tupac.

After getting the answer, Tupac immediately filled in the name on the invitation letter, then sealed it in an envelope and slightly shook it.

“Just give this to that girl, and the game begins,” Tupac said with a smile, “So, want to play?”

“…You all are quite boring.”

“No no no, how can this be boring?” Tupac placed the envelope on the table, pressing it with his finger, “This is the most interesting bet because there are so many possibilities. Phinis, you have no idea how crazy those people are who are desperate to get into the Inner Song during the festival. I didn’t understand well enough, and that’s why I lost a Six Notes·Chapters to Watson… the moment he handed out the letter, that girl died, of course, it had nothing to do with us, we just watched.”

Phinis stayed silent for a while, then asked, “You’re betting that big?”

“Of course, that’s what makes it interesting, that’s what makes it fair.”

“Fair?”

“Yes, don’t you think so, Phinis? The festival isn’t as fun for us nobles as you might think. Not like those who are desperate to get into the Inner Song; they bring much more excitement than us nobles who just repeatedly use the same Chapters to gain the same rewards.” Tupac laughed, “Why should only they have that thrill, that enjoyment of the festival? We should have some excitement too, we should enjoy ourselves too… so, how about a game, Phinis, just betting her life.”

Phinis deeply looked at the envelope pressed on the table, slowly shook his head, “I’m not as bored as you all, I have many more things to do.”

“…Alright, you’re always so dull.” Tupac shrugged his shoulders and then looked out the window again, trying to find where Hevnia was, “So I’m looking forward to it, I think Miss Hevnia must share the same interests as me, I really want to have a round with her soon.”

Phinis looked at his now cold tea and lost interest in drinking it, so he said, “It’s time to go.”

“Alright.” Tupac called over the same male waiter and said, “Check, please.”

As they were preparing to leave, Phinis saw Tupac hand the waiter the envelope and a couple of tips with a smile and a gentle reminder.

“Please give this invitation to the lady we met earlier and tell her it’s from me, Tupac Roger.”

“Remember, hand it over when there are many people around.”

“I want to surprise her,” he said with a radiant smile, “wish her a ‘Happy Seven Notes·Syllable.'”

…

“Hevnia,”

Hevnia turned around and saw Ogg panting as he caught up to her and she stopped.

“You, you came back to school so early.” Ogg stood in front of Hevnia, his face flushed, whether from running too hard or being too nervous, “I thought you would not be back until after the holiday.”

As always, Hevnia flashed her sweet smile: “Yes, I came back early to prepare for the festival.”

Upon seeing Hevnia’s smile, Ogg’s face turned even redder.

“That, that… You gave me a ‘Seven Notes·Syllable’ gift before, but I haven’t given you anything in return yet.”

Hevnia wrinkled her nose, “I thought you had forgotten.”

“No, no, I just… didn’t expect, ah, wait a moment.” Ogg frantically searched his pockets, “I was just holding it in my hand.”

Hevnia was in no rush, calmly waiting beside him while thinking what book she should ask Ogg to bring her from the library this time around.

As her powers increased, so did the number of ‘Magic Melodies’ Hevnia could use, thereby naturally increasing the value Ogg had to her… Hmm?

As Ogg searched for the “gift,” Hevnia’s gaze inadvertently fell to the skin beneath Ogg’s clothes.

Then, her pupils dilated slightly.

She saw musical note patterns on his skin.

They were silver.

Not just covered with silver light over Copper Sound, but entirely, purely silver.

…

“The success rate of ‘Ascension Magic’ is very low.”

“It comes with immense pain.”

…

Daniel’s words surfaced in Hevnia’s mind.

Ogg had succeeded in ascending.

From Copper Rank to Silver Rank.

Hevnia stared at the silver patterns, and then suddenly realized Ogg’s destiny had changed.

From a Copper Sound Player who would never have a way out, to a normal Silver Sound Player.

He actually… did it.

“I found it!” Ogg finally found the “gift” in his pocket, excited to show it.

But as he reached out, Hevnia grabbed his hand.

“That’s enough, I’m tired,” Hevnia said softly.

Ogg froze, instinctively looking up at Hevnia, puzzled.

“When will you realize that you have been deceived and played by me?” Hevnia sighed, “It’s so lacking in achievement that I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

“Hevnia?” Ogg’s heart suddenly began to panic.

“Still don’t understand?”

Hevnia smiled, pulled back her hand, brushed her messy hair aside, then revealed a mocking smile Ogg had never seen before.

“I’m already bored,” she said, “you should leave.”