Rites

Private Meeting

This mansion, isolated from the bustle of the city, stands in a silence that feels like no man's land. Beneath the eaves and tree shadows, Nawfal sits alone reading, no servants by his sight.

ID: 5000641

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 14 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

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Slot #1
You must attend the appointment in person.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Slot #2
A Note in a Book.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Slot #3
Nawfal seems to be waiting for you.

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

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Pops: None

Slot #4
You may place a Bloodshed Card or Carnality Card of Nawfal’s tier or lower.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: Yes

Is Enemy: No

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A Golden Opportunity
Your arrival didn't surprise him. He simply nodded at you.



You casually talked with him, when he stood up and led you to the house, you easily slipped a dagger into his unguarded heart – yet he only but looked into your eyes, neither surprised nor resisting.



"Am I the first to die from this deck of cards? That I know not, but I know I won't be the last," he sighed and closed his eyes forever.



As you break the Sultan Card with your blood-soaked hand, you distinctly felt that perhaps you missed something.

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Under the shadow of trees, it seems suitable to do such carnal things.

"Has this deck of cards granted you the sovereignty and audacity to humiliate me?" He asks, as you pin his hands above his head. Anger flashes in his eyes, then fades within the blink of an eye. "... I pity you." He closes his eyes wearily, refusing to confront your desire.

Yet in that moment, you vaguely caught something – there was a hope hidden in his glance towards you, now forever lost... What was it?

You suddenly want to know what he originally intended to say to you by bringing you here, but his lips are now forever sealed.

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Your arrival does not surprise him. He simply nods at you.He leads you in, then proceeds to speak: "This is a disaster..." Pouring you a mint-infused tea, his voice is low and certain, "Everyone will be dragged into a whirlpool of fear and distrust, a life worse than death. Especially you... [s1.name], to survive this game, you will betray your own morals – killing friends, squandering fortune, trampling faraway lands, disheartening your very wife... Yet, when the game is over, what will you have? The title of Vizier? We both know the Sultan has no need for a wise courtier."

Pushing the cup towards you, Nawfal adds in a hushed tone, "Don't you want to end this game early?"

"Do you have a plan?" You ask involuntarily.

"Should we sever the roots of this calamity..."

"You mean, the Sultan?...Wait, you're plotting regicide?!"

Despite your candid words, Nawfal calmly and earnestly nods. "It's not easy, but it's our only respite from the Sultan's rule."

Speechless for a time, you finally question, "How do you plan to do it?"

"It's not 'I', but 'us'... maybe even 'you' - only you have the hope to achieve it, given the powers the Sultan has bestowed upon you," Nawfal explains, "We need an army, a means to open the city gates, and a chance to seize the Sultan's magic ring..." He articulates the plan in thorough detail, his gaze steady, it feels like the whole plan is haunting in his mind for times immemorable.

You suddenly recall your first meeting with him many years ago, when he was just a cynical, headstrong youth who repeatedly faced rejection yet refused to temper his approach. Gradually, Nawfal's household grew increasingly isolated, with no one willing to associate with him.

You often heard colleagues complaining about him at feasts, mocking him, until eventually, they stopped mentioning him altogether. No one could change the Sultan or his rule, and without this voice of opposition, the court was left with only the same, terrible, unspoken silence.

You don't know when he became completely disillusioned with the Sultan, when he began to concoct this almost impossible plan, but you can see that what is hidden in his dark eyes looking at you at this moment is surprisingly hopeful.

Ha... Hope... What a word...

"But why? Why do you tell me these? Don't you think I will report it to the Sultan?"

"You have chance to use these cards to me, don't you?" Nawfal gives a wry smile, speaks frankly, "I was merely gambling on the idea that you had not yet submitted to the game.”

As such, you discuss some details until the moon rises. Nawfal waves a goodbye to you, his words lingering guilt, "I'm sorry, I can't help you in public, lest I bid a steadfast investigation into us. Should you need something, send someone towards me to make an arrangement here."

You nod in understanding, and so, under the moonlit night, a hidden covenant is signed as your hands are clasped. Perhaps it is from this night that the path of destiny begins to turn to another ending.

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