John settled into the sofa, while Jasminette prepared the freshest fruits and placed them beside him.
She also brewed a pot of tea.
Jasminette's skills were indeed adept; her tea-making was a pleasing spectacle.
John quietly watched her, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Someone as outstanding as you surely isn't content with merely being a maid here. And I suspect your true abilities extend beyond just being silver-tier."
He had expected this comment might make Jasminette show some unease or other reaction, but surprisingly, she maintained her smile throughout.
It seemed as if nothing he could say would alter the expression on her face.
John had already noticed that Jasminette was no ordinary maid.
If she were just silver-tier, then how could she have moved so silently to the arena, and why had he never noticed her before?
This only proved that this woman was far from as simple as she appeared.
Moreover, anyone serving as a so-called maid here either completely lacked any background and power, or they were protected by someone, or perhaps they inherently possessed significant strength.
Jasminette was very beautiful and had an attractive figure.
In a place steeped in luxury and decadence, if she had no protection or her own strength to rely on, she would be easy prey for others.
In any case, this woman was not as straightforward as she appeared.
"I'm not quite sure I understand what you're saying, sir."
"I am merely a maid, and a maid does not need to be very powerful," Jasminette spoke softly, seemingly unaffected by John's previous remark, as if she had never taken it to heart.
"A maid who doesn't need to be very powerful, yet can leave a room silently, appear by my side, and remain undetected by me, surely indicates that your abilities surpass mine," John observed, looking at Jasminette.
Although unclear about some details, he knew this woman was not as simple as she seemed on the surface.
After all, someone sent by the so-called master of the Rose Hotel to watch over him couldn't be just anyone.
Jasminette continued to smile gently, seemingly not taking the matter seriously, and her movements as she prepared the tea became even more graceful.
"You have been injured today, sir. Perhaps you should drink some tea and take some time to recuperate," she suggested, placing a cup of tea before John.
This tea looked different from ordinary tea; it was a light green color, and John could distinctly feel a magical fluctuation emanating from it.
[Ding! An item from the secret realm fragments detected! Would you like to identify it?]
John hadn't initially paid it much mind, but upon hearing the system's prompt, his expression changed.
Is this… something from the secret realm fragments?
John's interest was piqued, as he was eager to know exactly what was within these secret realm fragments.
John didn't hesitate and began the identification process immediately.
[Name: Wood Sprite Essence]
[Level: Rare]
[Description: Rapidly restores human vitality! MP recovery increased by 100%, lasting ten minutes. Stamina recovery increased by 100%, lasting ten minutes.]
John was somewhat surprised by the details he read.
Honestly, to an untrained eye, this might just seem like a tasty cup of tea, but he knew better than anyone that this was no ordinary item.
Casually offering such items to guests suggested that the host was truly extraordinary.
"Your master is quite generous to offer such things," John commented as he picked up the cup of tea and gently sniffed it.
The aroma was indeed delightful, reminiscent of fresh herbs and woodlands.
The scent was not overpowering but rather refreshing, even a brief whiff made him feel much more comfortable, even causing the magical fluctuations to become more frequent.
"The master said that whatever you need, we can procure it for you. If there's anything else you require, just let me know, and I will do my best to fulfill your needs."
Jasminette smiled gently, seemingly oblivious to how surprising her words might sound, or how easily they could be misconstrued.
Honestly, anyone else hearing her words might start getting ideas, especially given her beautiful appearance and the kind of ambiguous statements she made, not to mention that this was Rose Hotel.
Rose Hotel had always maintained a neutral stance, but their treatment of John was undeniably different, which would certainly seem odd to any onlooker.
"You really shouldn't say things like that; it actually makes me feel a bit uneasy. After all, you aren't in a position to decide these things, and you might not be able to provide the answers I seek," John cautioned.
Jasminette wasn't upset by John's response; instead, she smiled softly and poured him another cup of tea.
"I understand what you want, but as you said, I really don't know about the matter you're inquiring about. We must wait for the master to inform you. However, rest assured that according to the master's intentions, you will definitely receive the answers you seek."
John didn't say much, just quietly sipped his tea.
The tea was exceptionally good, its quality apparent even without any special analysis.
After taking a sip, he could clearly feel his stamina and MP recovery speeding up significantly.
In just a minute, John's condition had largely recovered, and even his previously depleted mind power had become more active.
He looked discreetly at the tea cup, then back at Jasminette, who was still preparing tea.
If the master was willing to offer this substance, then he must be well aware of its contents.
Yet, he had chosen to provide it, suggesting that he did not place much value on these items.
Or perhaps, to him, these so-called treasures were merely common goods, easily served to guests.
John silently rotated the tea cup in his hands, choosing not to say anything more, just quietly waiting.
He knew that if the other party didn't want to meet him, no amount of ability on his part would change that.
It was better to simply wait here; he was curious to see what the master was truly up to.
Meanwhile, Silver Tear and the others followed the medical team directly to the underground treatment surgery.
Silver Tear couldn't help but tremble slightly as she saw Victor's current state.
She had never seen the captain so weak.
The captain, who once stood so tall and strong, now could only wait for treatment in this place.
Although preliminary treatment had been administered, he still appeared very frail.