Josh rubbed his chin, "I suspect it has sothing to do with the curse of the town. Do you rember the requirent on our first day here? Only couples could enter, non-couples were not allowed."
Yuze nodded.
Josh continued, "And I got a key piece of information: the roses outside every house, they suddenly grew from the ground one day, not planted by the residents."
Yushi scratched his head, "So what?"
Josh looked at him, "Although roses are beautiful, not everyone likes them. If your garden was originally full of sunflowers and was suddenly replaced by roses, what would you do? At least so people would remove the roses and plant what they need, right? But nobody did, as if they deliberately avoided the roses."
Yuze thought for a mont, "It’s more like they’re afraid; they dare not touch those roses."
Josh nodded, "So the key question cos back to the roses."
Yushi looked at the two of them, "You an, there’s sothing wrong with these roses?"
Josh nodded, "There must be a reason why these people don’t dare to touch the roses."
Yushi instinctively looked at Yuze, "Captain, what should we do?"
Yuze’s dark eyes deepened, "Why ask ? Ask the Tactician."
Yushi then looked at Josh, "Little Tactician, what should we do?"
Josh looked curiously at Yuze, "I heard from the coach that you used to command them? I’d like to hear your thoughts."
"Don’t slack off, it’s your job, I have no opinion." Yuze turned over on the bed and went to sleep.
Josh: "..."
The coach had told her that Yuze had always led them to success, though his thods were violent, they were effective.
Josh had watched so of Yuze’s videos with his teammates, and it wasn’t just brute force.
Sotis, Yuze’s violence could destroy key points and kill certain crucial NPCs to obtain important clues.
If it happened once or twice, it might be coincidence, but every ti it happens, it becos significant.
Josh recalled that Ma Qi had said Yuze was once a excellent Tactician who even commanded on the battlefield, with powerful and sharp strategic planning abilities.
But later, for so reason, he refused to command anymore.
Josh was curious about what kind of reason would make him beco like this.
She had previously thought it was related to his family, as a person’s ntality can be greatly affected by their original family.
But when she t Yuze’s parents last ti, they seed so harmonious and happy.
A child raised in such a family environnt shouldn’t have any major psychological issues.
This made Josh even more curious about what had happened in Yuze’s past.
Yushi patted Josh, "Little Tactician, what should we do?"
Josh snapped back to reality, looked at Yushi, thought for a while, and said, "Since the town’s rule prioritizes love, let’s break the rule and see what happens."
Yushi was puzzled, "How do we break it?"
Josh smiled a little, "I have a way."
At night, a new festival descended again.
Before the roses appeared, the NPC monsters on the street indeed increased again.
This ti, players were much calr than the previous night, and many people were already prepared with antidotes.
Josh drove the Butcher, Anna, and the Flower Selling Ghost; with these three, the monsters couldn’t get close easily.
Amidst the chaotic scene, players summoned weapons to fight.
As long as they lasted until the rose judgent ti, these monsters would automatically disappear.
Josh vigilantly watched the monsters, surrounded by restlessly stirring rose vines.
She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but she felt the rose vines were more restrained than the night before.
"Watch out!" Yuze suddenly reached out to pull her.
Josh instinctively beca alert, her body tensed, but in an instant, her surroundings changed, and all the people and monsters disappeared.
"My little nightingale, you’ve betrayed ."
A deep and luxurious voice rose up behind her.
It sounded familiar.
Josh turned around, and when she saw the scene, she couldn’t help but be stunned.
The void-like space resembled her dream realm, surrounded by deep gray-blue fog, with large clusters of roses hidden beneath the fog on the ground.
The roses and sharp thorns seed to grow directly out of the earth.
About ten steps away from her, the roses grew more densely, gradually forming a small hill.
The black rose thorn vines clustered and intertwined, and atop the small hill was a sumptuous black throne.
A man in extravagant black and gold attire, with an intricate and ornate black and gold trim on the long black coat, stood there.
Josh instinctively thought of the imprisoned prince in fairy tales, waiting to be saved.
He even wore a crown, the red gemstone sparkling brilliantly.
His body and arms were entwined with rose vines, and his feet even more so.
Josh squinted, feeling as if the man’s feet were hidden beneath the rose thorns, transford into roots that were deeply rooted along with the throne.
The man had a face as lush and exquisite as a rose, his features sharper than rose thorns, his gaze bore into Josh with seemingly endless affection, and sothing she couldn’t quite grasp.
The man quietly observed her, "You betrayed , little nightingale."
Josh recalled the identity card she drew and secretly wondered if her identity was related to this mysterious man.
She tentatively asked, "Are you the Rose?"
The man pressed his lips together, "You can’t even rember my na."
Josh didn’t know what to say.
The man’s fingers moved, and roses blood at her feet, quickly paving a path.
"If you love , co closer and offer your love with both hands."
His voice carried an enchantnt.
Josh t his gaze, inexplicably familiar.
As if she had seen him sowhere before.
The intense fragrance of roses washed over her.
Josh was dizzy from the scent, gritting her teeth, she stared at the man, "Why should I love you?"
The man seed puzzled by this, "Didn’t you co here to love ? Have you forgotten your mission and your purpose here, little nightingale?"
Josh asked, "What happened between us?"
The man tilted his head slightly, and a wisp of red mist erged before him. The mist seed conscious, twirling lightly in the air before landing in front of Josh, transforming into the man’s form.
The man raised his hand, his rose-scented, dry palm lifting Josh’s face, his eyes filled with limitless enchantnt, "You are the nightingale, destined to love , it is a fate you cannot escape."
"Destiny?" Josh’s eyes gradually beca unfocused, "How am I supposed to love you?"
The man’s deep black gaze fell between her delicate eyebrows, the gentle little nightingale, as always, more exquisite than any rose blooming at his feet.
He smiled contentedly, traced his fingers across her brow, "That is for you to figure out."
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