Chapter 9: Testing Limits
The moon cast its silver light over the quiet village as one moved through the narrow, clear, and thoughtful streets. Feng's words lingered in his mind - friendship, connection, and opportunity. He was like bait, a master of borrowing to draw him into something deeper. This man was not a casual traveler, and the task of assessing his motives would weigh heavily on one.
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Adam gave a weak nod "Different plan," the system notification whispered. Still, it was a pleasure to him - peeling back the layers of mystery surrounding Feng while guarding his secret.
A rustic farmhouse appeared ahead, its dark windows letting in warm light into the cold night. The house hummed with a dull, rumbling sound and the occasional clang of glass, the breath of gossip and village gossip. Adam opened the door as he was afraid, and his entrance was met with a wary look. The figures were familiar from his rise to the bar, but Adam ignored them and approached the bar.
Parse, a burly man with a shaggy beard and a wary look, looked up as Adam slid onto the stool. "What can I do for you, son?" he asked, leaning forward.
Adam placed a polished bag on the counter, the metal used to hold the light. "The news," was all he said.
Parse's laughter faded, but he quickly inserted the money. "It depends on what you are looking for
"Passionate," replied Adam, lowering his voice. "Long, matte and sharp eyes. He had many questions. "
Barkeep's expression darkened. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Is the word for sale the same? His name is Feng. It's been going on for a few days now. He says he's looking for work, but I'm not buying it. "
"Why not?"
"Because he's doing things that don't concern him - like the home's belongings, its people and its people. Problems are not the behavior of a person who just walks by."
Adam nodded and passed on the information. "Anything else?"
The Barkeep hesitated and looked around the room before speaking again. "Be careful, son. Men like him don't stay away until they see something worth taking."
By the time Adam left the pub, the streets were empty, and the village fell under a blanket of silence. The rustling of leaves, or the barking of dogs in the distance. Break the silence. Adam was quick, his mind racing. Feng wasn't just curious, he had a purpose. And whatever it was, Adam suspected it was the effects of the entire system.
As he neared the house, a figure emerged from the shadows and blocked his path. Adam's hand went to the polished sword in his hand.
Feng said in a calm but cheerful voice, "You were busy.
"I can speak for you" Adam His tone was monotonous.
Fang laughed and moved closer. His sharp eyes sparkled in the moonlight. "Take it easy, son." I'm not here to fight, I just wanted to see you do your homework."
"And how do I do it?" Adam asked, his body stretching like a coiled spring.
Feng replied, unable to speak: "Then you'll know I'm not your enemy." "I'm just a man who knows the power I see. And you, Adam – you are satisfied. "
Adam's jaw clenched. "It's you It seems that I am very interested in the person passing by. "
Feng laughed, his confidence unwavering. "Are you leaving? I don't know where the opportunities are going and now you're the best in this village."
Adam remained silent, his mind troubled. Feng didn't hide his thoughts, but he wasn't entirely honest.
"I don't trust you," Adam said.
, "Okay," Feng replied, his smile growing wider. "Trust kills people Think about it: you have power and the ability to attract attention. Soon someone will follow you. When that happens, you need someone who knows how to run the game. "
Without waiting for an answer, Feng turned and disappeared into the shadows, his words challenging.
In the quiet house, Adam sat at the abandoned wooden table with a polished knife in his hands. In the next room, his family slept, their breathing the only sound that could be heard However, the sound was soothing to his mind.
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The bright words flashed before his eyes, their promise of power both comforting and dangerous. Adam's lips twisted into a dark smile as he stared at the tip of the sword. "Thanks for the warning Feng" he whispered, returning the weapon to his hands. "But I will play my own game." the functions of the new system flashed in his vision, another Enter his growing plant. Knowledge is power and the ability to survive. Whatever Feng's plan is, Adam is ready.
His grip on the sword tightens, his mind takes over. Money rises and trust is a luxury he can't afford. not now No, not ever.