The Richness of the Metropolis Vocabulary

"How did I know you wouldn't go back on your word?"

Blood Samurai said.

"Heh, only an ignorant country bumpkin like you would suspect me of skimming off your pittance."

Liu Zheng sneered.

"Do you know what kind of people make deals with me? Young ladies from prestigious families are barely worth mentioning. Pulling someone out of City Hall is routine work. If word got out that I cheated you out of one elevator, I'd be embarrassed."

"And yet you came to work at a backwater Bathhouse like ours? Isn't that a waste of your talents?"

Blood Samurai questioned.

"Why are you playing dumb? I don't believe you failed to see that I came prepared, with a target in mind and an agenda to pursue."

He curled his lip.

"Uh..."

His attitude was so frank that Blood Samurai found it awkward to mock him.

"I am, after all, an old employee of the Bathhouse. Aren't you afraid I'll report you for saying that?"

After a while, Blood Samurai said.

"Would I take on this job without the skills for it? If I truly wanted to leave, forget you—even if she came personally, she couldn't stop me."

"Besides, I don't think the Night Parade Bathhouse matters more to you than your wife and child."

Liu Zheng said confidently.

"That is true. Unfortunately, you overlooked one thing."

Blood Samurai nodded first, then shook his head.

"What thing?"

"Since that lady hired me as the spirit of the elevator, how could she have failed to lay down rules for me?"

Blood Samurai held his long blade upright, and countless spells surfaced across it.

Of course, Liu Zheng could not understand a single one of them, and the system did not translate them for him either.

"These spells are both the means sustaining my