I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

They still didn't know what the so-called master really wanted, nor why they had summoned John.

Regardless, they were here now with no way out.

This meant if they wanted to take the captain back, they would have to do a lot more.

"How can I calm down? Look at the captain now; he's nothing like the man I remember. This isn't the captain I know," Silver Tear was nearly crying, yet felt utterly helpless.

"Don't worry, John has gone to meet that supposed master. What happens next depends on their moves. Do we even have the luxury to back down now?"

Silver Tear looked as though she had heard a joke, widening her eyes in disbelief.

"How could that be possible? We came here to take the captain back, and since there are three of us, we're definitely going back safely. How could I possibly back down?"

John had already fought a tough battle for the captain, and they were all too aware of how much he had expended.

"That's right, since you're already this resolved, let's not waste energy feeling sad. Let's first check on the captain's condition," they both whispered, fearing that anyone nearby might overhear and discover their true purpose.

However, they didn't realize that in Rose Hotel, there are no secrets.

They watched Victor through the glass as he underwent treatment, feeling extremely anxious.

If anything were to happen to the captain here, they would never forgive themselves.

John had thought that he would only have to wait a little while to meet the elusive master, but after nearly half an hour, there was still no sign of him.

"It seems your master is quite busy, not having the time to meet me even now," John said lightly, and Jasminette responded with a small smile.

"The master has many responsibilities, and if there's someone the master does not wish to meet, not even their cries and pleas could change his mind."

John found this comment somewhat amusing; it almost sounded like he was the one begging to meet this so-called master.

"Really? Are you perhaps too afraid of me, and that's why you refuse to meet?" John joked.

"You jest, sir. There is no one in this world that could make our master feel fear," Jasminette replied.

John slightly raised an eyebrow at this response.

He had to admit, the statement was rather bold; even he wouldn't dare make such a claim.

"Really? I'm quite curious to find out what exactly Rose Hotel is about that it has such confidence."

John had expected Jasminette to counter his remarks, but instead, she just smiled faintly.

"Sir, there's no need to fish for information from me. There are things I simply cannot reveal; otherwise, Jasminette won't see the sun tomorrow."

While such a statement might seem like a joke coming from someone else, John understood that everything this woman said was utterly sincere.

At least the fear she expressed about this so-called master was genuinely palpable.

John fell silent, merely waiting quietly.

He was actually quite anxious, as he still didn't know the exact situation with Victor, nor whether Silver Tear and the others might encounter any problems.

If something unexpected happened while he was waiting, the situation could deteriorate.

"When will your master come? If he's really too busy today, we can talk another time. I don't have time to waste here." John was growing impatient.

He didn't mind waiting for someone, but he disliked wasting time on trivial matters.

If the wait had a purpose, he would fearlessly wait even a month.

But now, being made to wait for this so-called master of Rose Hotel, he had no clue what it was all about.

"Sir, please don't be anxious. If our master has said he will meet you, then he certainly will," Jasminette reassured him.

"And no matter how impatient you may be, it won't change the fact that some answers can only be found here, right?"

John clenched his teeth.

He had to admit, she had him cornered perfectly.

He truly wanted to leave, but was unable to, forced to just sit and wait here.

If he left now, he would know nothing about what was happening with Victor.

Regardless of his reluctance, he had no choice but to wait.

He stared intently at Jasminette across from him, but eventually, he laughed.

"Very well, you indeed know what I want, but don't think that you can manipulate me that easily."

Jasminette smiled slightly, seeming a bit innocent as she looked at John.

"I only mentioned what I thought was correct. If sir feels there is an issue, you are free to leave or even to punish me," she said, her voice growing softer and slightly seductive towards the end.

"If that's what you would prefer, or what you'd like me to do, I can certainly oblige."

As she spoke, Jasminette leaned forward slightly, revealing her graceful and alluring figure.

From John's angle, he could clearly see her cleavage.

Anyone else, less steadfast in their resolve, might have found themselves struggling to maintain control at this moment.

John chuckled softly, noticing the expression on Jasminette's face and the slight upward curve of his lips forming a smile.

"What now? Offering yourself? Is this also something your master requested of you, even if the object is me?"

Jasminette's expression remained gentle, her tone unchanged as she looked at John.

"Whatever you prefer, sir. If you are not satisfied with me, I have sisters who could also come and offer you a choice."

John set down his tea cup with interest.

The cup clinked lightly against the table, emitting a crisp sound that made one's heart tremble slightly.

"This really piques my curiosity. What is it about me that you find so valuable? To the extent that you would even offer your own body willingly?"

"I suspect your so-called master has been here all along, just invisible to me. Since there's such a lack of sincerity, I see no point in waiting any longer. After all, there are some things that even if I want to know, you wouldn't tell me."

Finally, a slight change appeared on Jasminette's smiling face, no longer gentle but tinged with stiffness.

John noticed the subtle shift in her expression, confirming his thoughts.

They… seem to be more than just simple puppets.