"Not taking advantage when there's a bargain, that's simply a fool's move. And why can't that person be you?"
Just as Jon inexplicably felt this throbbing, a notification sound simultaneously appeared in his mind.
[Detected a major regret in the Host's life. Side mission activated: "Noble's Depraved Life Completion Plan" is online. Do you want to enable One-Click Auto-Pilot to help you intelligently forge ahead, upgrade, and reach the pinnacle of life?]
Looking at the light screen floating in front of him, and the "Yes or No" thrust right into his face, Jon cursed inwardly. Just as he was about to express compliance with destiny, he felt his body starting to stiffen.
Then, One-Click Auto-Pilot quietly descended without even giving Jon a chance to agree, manipulating him to start climbing upwards.
When he climbed onto the terrace by pulling the vines, he saw that the two people talking just now had separated and bid farewell very elegantly, obviously not reaching an agreement.
After the man closed the door, Miss Anya walked angrily to the table, poured herself half a glass of wine, and then raised her swan-like white neck to pour the sweet wine down her throat.
Looking at that almost perfect curve, Jon's gaze involuntarily became a bit sharper.
However, in his sight, Miss Anya seemed to be ignited by anger. Even after downing half a glass of sweet wine, she still couldn't quell the anger in her heart.
In the next moment, the girl picked up the flagon again and poured half a glass of sweet wine. However, before she put it down, she changed her mind and tilted it forcefully, filling the glass completely.
Then, before the girl could pick up the glass again, accompanied by a knock on the door, a figure had already walked in.
"You really are hiding here. Could it be that Earl Rosby sent someone again? You didn't agree to his conditions, did you?"
The visitor was graceful. Judging by his age, he was at most in his early twenties, but his attire appeared extremely mature.
Especially the deliberately grown beard did not make people feel uncomfortable; instead, it highlighted his handsome appearance even more.
It was just that the visitor threw out urgent questions as soon as he entered the door, obviously a bit impatient.
Opposite him, after seeing the visitor, the corners of Miss Anya's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, like a sneer expecting a clown's performance.
However, the handsome young man obviously didn't notice this. Instead, he walked forward enthusiastically and began to pour out his admiration for Miss Anya.
"Ah, my dear Miss Anya, you should know my heart very well..." The man expressed eagerly, "You must know very well, right?"
"Mr. Jonathan, I don't know your heart," Miss Anya turned her head to the terrace, and the curve of her mouth became more obvious.
"But if you insist on saying it again, I can't object."
Seeing Miss Anya say this, the young man named Jonathan simply stopped being implicit.
"Miss Anya, please don't torture me anymore," Jonathan's voice was obviously raised by half a pitch, "You know, I love you!"
"Ha! Love me? I know better than anyone how many girls you have deceived with this sentence."
"I was just playing with them! I am sincere to you, I swear in the name of the Seven Gods!"
"Hmm... I believe in your sincerity. You sincerely want to play with me."
Obviously, Miss Anya had abundant experience in dealing with playboys and was completely unaffected by sweet words.
As the listener, whether it was Miss Anya or Jon, after hearing too many lies, they couldn't help frowning.
But the initiator didn't care at all; instead, like a courting nightingale, he continued to display his disgusting singing voice.
"Anya! To me, you are as indispensable as the bright moon in the night sky. Please give me a chance to prove my loyalty to you..."
"Mr. Jonathan, who allowed you to call me by my name directly? I don't think our relationship has reached this stage!"
While correcting the other party's address, Miss Anya had obviously played enough, so she was ready to end this topic immediately.
"As for your loyalty to love, please go perform for others."
"Wait a minute!"
Seeing that the pursuit of love was hopeless, Mr. Jonathan rushed to the terrace extremely excitedly, and then turned over and straddled the marble railing.
"I will jump down from here right now! Just to prove that my love for you is loyal and incomparable!"
"Oh?"
Miss Anya recalled the height of the terrace, compared it with Mr. Jonathan's courage, and then came to a conclusion with great commercial value.
"Whatever, jump if you want to, if this can prove your loyalty."
After saying that, Miss Anya sat back at the table and picked up the wine glass to watch the show.
Of course, when making this decision, she was certain that Mr. Jonathan dared not jump down, and would subsequently return here to beg for forgiveness.
According to common sense, Miss Anya's estimation was certainly correct. This playboy indeed had means in deceiving girls, but in terms of physical courage, he was a complete soft egg.
So no matter what, Mr. Jonathan wouldn't jump down.
However, this assessment was indeed correct usually. But at this moment, there was another person on the terrace, and he had been squatting for a long time.
After being placed here by the System, Jon had witnessed two good shows in succession. Although they looked interesting, for the new Baron, he was actually trapped here.
What made Jon even more speechless was that he faintly heard Old Joy's call, obviously summoning him to start the gamble.
Fortunately, after seeing this wretched man straddle the railing, Jon finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Quick, quick, quick, real men never wimp out. Jump down quickly so I can slip away."
But after waiting for a long time, the young man named Jonathan began to wiggle left and right on the railing, obviously hesitating.
As Old Joy's calls grew closer, Jon's patience almost vanished.
He glanced indignantly below. It was only a height of slightly more than two people; even an ordinary person wouldn't be injured jumping down. Therefore, he despised this cowardly and hesitant young man immensely.
Just as Jon had this thought, the dog System also endorsed this view.
[Listen, moving forward courageously is the way to solve everything, while hesitation will only harm you.]
[Watch closely, only one demonstration here. When you face indecision, how should you handle it...]
Hearing the System's prompt sound, before Jon could react, he saw "himself" stand up from the corner of the terrace, then fly forward and kick violently.
With the 1.7 strength bonus, the playboy who was originally straddling the stone railing of the terrace was instantly kicked flying into the air, and began to fall after the parabolic curve reached its peak.
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