Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 225 - 223: Bloody Castle 4

She looked down at the monster again, and smiled slightly, "You agree, don’t you?"

The monster was immobilized and couldn’t move, so naturally, it had no way to nod.

Josh looked into the camera, "See, she agreed by default."

Bullet comments: [...]

The monster appeared to be a spirit, with the upper body of a ghostly woman in a red dress and a ghastly pale face, and the lower body like gnarled tree roots and vines. When immobilized, she stood stupidly in place, like a soulless statue.

Suddenly, screams erupted outside.

Josh’s mouth twitched slightly; was it that scary?

She no longer paid attention to the monster, lay back on the bed, and continued to focus on her cultivation.

The damp, cold air around her grew more intense.

The monster, once terrified, was now completely numb.

This was a strange woman; she wouldn’t come to this room again next time!

Wuwuwuwu...

Josh had a lot of gemstones in her warehouse, including those high-quality original stones that Yuze had auctioned for her, and many gemstone jewels she had looted from God R’s Phoebe Manor. Although they weren’t as good as the original stones, they were still usable, just that after absorption, the spiritual power wasn’t as much as the original stones.

Spiritual power circulated within her body.

Fortunately, when beastifying, the accidental unsealing of the inner core happened. Otherwise, with her spending so much time in the dungeon each day, it would be uncertain how long it would take to successfully cultivate by drawing on Central Star’s spiritual power.

The indoor environment became increasingly frigid.

Josh was reluctant to use spiritual power to ward off the cold and was eventually awakened by the freezing temperature.

There was something strange about this room.

When she finished cultivating and opened her eyes, the outside was already bright.

Usually, after cultivation, her body felt exceptionally light and refreshing, but this morning she felt her head was spinning, and her legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead.

She frowned slightly, looked at the clock on the wall; it was already 7:30, and in half an hour, she needed to head to the dining room.

Josh dragged her heavy body to the bathroom, where the mirror suddenly reflected a twisted, blood-soaked face smiling wildly at her.

When she focused her eyes, the mirror returned to her own face, although her complexion wasn’t much better off.

She frowned slightly, looking at her pale lips and flushed cheeks in the mirror, touched her forehead speechlessly, it was quite hot.

No wonder.

She lowered her head, splashed some cool water on her forehead, then quickly freshened up and went downstairs.

Many people were already up outside, exploring while it was day.

Josh remembered that Ma Qi said the comprehensive book could contain hidden items everywhere, with many clues and plotlines to explore, offering high playability.

Thinking for a moment, she headed to the kitchen.

The maids in the kitchen were busy preparing ingredients, and the chef was getting breakfast ready.

Josh approached, only to be stopped at the door by the maid from last night, "Sorry, the kitchen is off-limits."

Josh smiled slightly, "I just want to thank the head chef in person and order a dish."

The maid looked at her expressionlessly, "The chef is busy, and the dishes are fixed. You can’t order."

Josh looked at her curiously, "Why can’t I order? Am I not a distinguished guest of your Prince? Don’t guests have the right to choose dishes? Didn’t Mr. Thomas say we couldn’t order?"

Her face suddenly darkened, "Or are you hiding it from the owners, deliberately trying to mistreat and drive away us guests? Malicious maids, how would the masters punish them?"

"You..." A flash of panic crossed the maid’s face, "We’re not trying to drive you away! Don’t talk nonsense! Although Mr. Thomas didn’t say, we usually serve what we have on our menu. Guests never pick and choose!"

Josh pulled a basket of ingredients from behind her, "I just want a hot bowl of creamy mushroom soup in the morning. I’m sick, and you don’t want Mr. Thomas or the Prince to know the distinguished guest got a fever on their first night due to the cold, right? That would be your negligence~"

"Besides..." Josh stepped closer, staring coldly at the maid, "Mr. Thomas didn’t say anything about it, which means guests can order, right? Do you dare defy Mr. Thomas’s intentions, and risk your life?"

The maid’s knees buckled in fear; who was the real monster here?

She could only muster up the courage to take the basket from her hands, "...Fine, I can change the dish for you, but you can’t tell Mr. Thomas that you got sick from the cold."

Josh stepped back to a safe distance, smiling and nodding, "Of course."

Bullet comments: [Can’t quite tell who the real monster in this instance is.]

[Wuwuwuwu mommy, someone is bullying the dungeon mob here, come and stop her!]

[Maid mob: Unlucky, should’ve stayed hidden in the program!]

The maid took the basket to the head chef, and Josh naturally followed her steps.

Another busy maid gave her a strange look, but seeing her following the other maid, she said nothing more.

The chef was a tall man with deep-set eyes and bushy eyebrows, a face full of beard stubble, wearing a white chef’s coat and a tall white hat, concentrating on a pot of thick soup.

"Chef, a guest wants to change her dish," the maid said cautiously.

The chef frowned slightly, showing displeasure at being interrupted.

Josh stepped forward, her voice filled with excitement, "Are you the chef? You’re so handsome! The dishes you made last night were so delicious, I came specifically to thank you. If possible, I’d like to shake your hand."

The chef looked at her, recalling she was the first to praise the dishes last night, his expression turned somber, "Do you really like my dishes?"

Josh smiled and nodded, "Of course! Last night, we finished all of the dishes you made."

The shadow in the chef’s deep eye sockets deepened, seeming unsettling, "Is that so? Then why do you want to change your dish this morning?"

All around, the maids seemed scared, quickly lowered their heads, and busied themselves.

Josh laughed calmly, apologetically, "Because of my health, I’m sick and need creamy mushroom soup to get better. If it weren’t for health reasons, I’d love to taste your pan-fried steak again. Last night’s steak was the most tender one I’ve ever had! I bet you used some special marinade, right? Such an indescribable rich aroma, magnificent!"

[Ding! Gained 20 points of Chef’s Favorability, current favorability is 30 points.]

Josh’s smile remained unfazed, looking at the chef with admiration and warmth.

The shadow in the chef’s eyes lightened a bit, he took the basket from the maid, "I’ll help you change the dish as long as your health returns to good."

Josh smiled and nodded, "I’m very grateful. Of course, if you’d share the steak marinade secret, that’d be even better. I promise to cook it only for myself at home, and won’t spread it around."

The chef laughed heartily, looking at Josh with more kindness, "Though I’d love to tell you, sorry, it’s a secret that’s not shared."

The maids around couldn’t help but sneak glances over, their eyes darting around Josh.

Josh nodded with regret, "I understand, I won’t put you in a difficult position. Since you’re busy preparing breakfast for us, I won’t disturb you any longer."

The chef nodded gentlemanly.

Before leaving, the chef kindly reminded her, "If you feel cold at night, you can ask the butler to light the fireplace in your room; it’ll be warmer."