"Good evening sir," said the waiter as he bowed to me at the elevator door, smiling professionally on his face, "I'm very sorry, but the mall is closed at 9:30 and closes at 10:15 p.m." If you want to come shopping, please ...... tomorrow morning"

Silently, I pulled an invitation out of my sleeve. The professional smile on the waiter's face seemed to freeze slightly, and soon returned to normal.

She held the invitation in her hand and read it several times from beginning to end before confirming that there was no problem. Then she took a key out of her pocket and opened a tin box that looked like a first-aid kit on the wall. There's nothing in there – except a button.

Now is it...... I jerked something out of my arms. But their movements were faster, and the waitress who seemed to have no combat power immediately flashed, and her hands touched their waists in unison.

But I just pulled out a napkin. Seeing that I was not hostile, the fighting muscles of the two instantly relaxed. That's my chance.

Because in that napkin...... It also contains a small crystal ball that I use to hypnotize people.

"Look into my eyes......" When I brought the crystal ball to them, I suddenly said a sentence, "Just look at my eyes......"

……

9:45 p.m. When I stuck my head out of a utility room and looked around, the game was about to start.

I glanced faintly behind me. Blood had been shed all over the floor. The waiter I caught had his neck cut off. His eyes were still wide open, and on the corpse's face he still had the look of horror he had seen me "looking" exactly like him.

No way...... For the sake of the plans to be met, and for the sake of the future of humanity, your words...... Just make a little ...... A small sacrifice.

From a broad perspective...... In this place, even if a dog is killed, it is to eliminate violence and peace for the Japanese people in this time and space.

I'm not aiming for the contestants. My goal...... is the patron of Cyrus.

When I rushed from the storage room to the waiter's lounge, I met the foreman, who was already impatient and angry at the sight of me, and immediately bent down and bowed 90 degrees to apologize.

"That guest just now...... Taste...... It's a bit ......" I deliberately pretended to be stumbling and spitting to leave them "room for reverie".

Without waiting for the other waiters to speculate, the foreman coughed lightly and interrupted their gossip.

"Alright. Gangcun, the guests in Room 1 are getting impatient waiting for you," the foreman's face softened slightly, "Mr. Idruevsky just spoke, asking you to deliver wine by name. ”

I bowed my head slightly, feigned submissiveness, and replied, "Okay." I'll go. ”

The reason for bowing your head...... It's to cover the corners of his mouth, and he can't restrain a sneer.

Idruevsky...... Hmph, this plan...... It was surprisingly smooth......

……

"Is my black tea ready?" As soon as he pushed the door in, he heard Cyrus shouting.

"It's not part of my job," I said, "and somebody actually gave me the nickname 'Kitchen Terrorist.'" ”

I coughed lightly twice and slowly walked into the prep room and made my way to Cyrus. The latter is still dressed as a gothic girl, but the red contact lenses and a pair of oversized curly double spiral braids have not yet been installed, and the long leg-length hair looks beautiful.

A flash of anger ignited on Cyrus's face. But when she turned her black eyes to me, the anger quickly vanished like morning mist.

"Oh, that's you." Celes greeted me lightly.

"How did you find out?" I pulled a chair from the side and sat down.

"I've been here more than once. No waiter dared to speak to a guest like that," said Celestere, meaningfully, "and no one...... Dare to disguise yourself and come here to make trouble. ”

"Hey, I'm not here to make trouble," I felt a bead of sweat oozing from my head, "I'm here to help." ”

"You know...... What are you going to face...... What is it? "Idruevsky is no ordinary Luvaros mafia boss. He was the President of the Republic of Luvaros, the ...... of Mirnovic"

"Yes, the sixth prince of the 'Vlamityl dynasty,'" I replied nonchalantly, waving my hand slightly, "but I am not here to hear you report your analysis of Idruevsky. I just want to ask: are you sure that you can win the game in five minutes? ”

As I spoke at a barrage of pace, a hint of shock appeared in Cyrus's eyes.

I don't have time for a process of "waiting for the other person to answer→ encouraging the other person to speak up→ listening to the other person about their dilemma→ to crying to the other person, comforting → motivating the other person. Ten minutes later, Cyrus was about to play; And in any case, fifteen minutes later, my action must begin.

It's not mentioned in the game whether Cyrus won by luck or with ease, and I don't think it will be the latter. Because Cyrus emphasized afterwards that he "defeated a master in a maid's outfit".

The door was pushed open again, and it was the real waiter who entered, holding a steaming cup of English black tea; I've passed through the staff area connected to the changing room and entered the monitoring room.

The waiter's lounge takes as little as five minutes to get to Idruevsky's room. It's been too long to grind around with Cyrus, and there's still two minutes left. Should...... Enough, right?

……

In the dark passageway, Renaissance bronze lamps are installed, which are much more luxurious than ordinary clubhouse lamps. The promenade is extremely deep, with several forks. Fortunately, I've seen the map of this basement and am very familiar with these forks.

I walked to the leftmost fork in the corridor. On this promenade, there are doors at intervals. I walked straight to the door of the dark gold pattern with the Arabic numerals "108" engraved on it, and was stopped by two men in black guarding the door.

Good soundproofing of the room. But the cries and screams of the young men coming from inside were still clearly audible. The rumors are right, Idruevsky really has some "special hobbies".

It's ironic...... Mirlovich, who classified this "special hobby" as a mental illness, turned out to be a "mentally ill" son......

I stated my purpose, and the two bodyguards put away their assault rifles. One of them raised a hand, knocked lightly on the door, and then stood waitingly in the doorway, waiting for a response.

After a while, a violent voice came from the door: "Who is so short-sighted and wants to die?" ”

I hurriedly replied respectfully: "Dear Mr. Idru, hello, I am a waiter. The foreman asked me to bring you the vodka you wanted. ”

"Come in!" The grumpy guy inside lowered his voice, full of suppressed anger.

It's okay, you can play it again. Anyway, it's not far from your death.

I pulled a pocket watch out of my pocket.