Shen Nianzu took a deep breath, and beneath the table, his hands clenched into fists. "I have a few desires, but I fear they are quite inappropriate to be discussed on the dining table. May I request a scroll and ink so I can write them down?" He had considered this carefully. It did not matter if he were to ask only for the return tickets, but he also had to inquire about the witch's bane, which Gu Luoxin and Noir had no knowledge of. He did not have any qualms about letting Gu Luoxin know, as for Noir…
For Shen Nianzu, this curse would always be his hidden weakness, and his cautious nature did not allow him to share this secret with an outsider, no matter how reliable they seemed.
In fact, Shen Nianzu had over-thought the situation too much. Noir was not even remotely interested in his surroundings as he had already begun to doze off on his seat. Gu Luoxin and Jin Jiuchi did not think too much of it, as they trusted Shen Nianzu's plan wholeheartedly.
