Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 359 Contract of Sale

The Dark Emperor did not force them to stay and waste their breath.

As soon as she stepped out the door in a good mood, a mischievous hand reached straight for her pocket.

"What to do, what to do?" As if protecting money, the desolation protected the flowers in her pocket.

"It's not like I haven't killed elves before. This is a rare opportunity, and I'd like to see it for myself." The owner of the hand withdrew it, his tone full of regret.

"Go see for yourself, go to the Elven race." That look, that gesture, that tone—it was clear he had ill intentions!

She distanced herself from soul summoning while remaining wary of being mind-read.

The consequence of being so vigilant about one person is often forgetting about the other. As her gaze wandered around, she inadvertently met Mingmo's eyes. She froze for a moment, then pretended to be supernatural as she twisted away inch by inch.

"Well, I suddenly remembered I have something to do. It's better to finish the Emperor's mission as soon as possible, so I won't chat with you anymore."

She had only taken two steps when a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her, and she almost bumped into it if she hadn't reacted quickly.

He was tall and strong, standing there like a pillar, and she didn't want to bump into one.

The Demon Lord of the Desert extended his hand to her, expressionless and concise: "Flower."

Having achieved his goal, Huanhun stood aside and simply watched them without saying a word.

"Those flowers are the transformation of fairies after they died!" Knowing that someone was reading her mind, she took the opportunity to curse them fiercely in her heart, sticking to this point and resolutely refusing to hand over the flowers.

Having found no flowers by the river, she naturally didn't bother making another trip to the border between the Dark Clan and the Quark Clan.

It would be troublesome if those troublemaking Quark tribe found out!

Plants that are normal for the Quark and Elf races cannot grow naturally on the Dark Race's lands and are difficult to cultivate.

So, among the Dark Clan, who has the interest and ability to grow those flowers that are very similar to those of the Quark Clan and have no distinctive features?

It's so hard to think of a second one.

“Heh,” Mingmo sneered, moving closer. He had been suspicious when Huangwu showed the flowers to the Emperor, but his view was blocked at the time. “No one would believe those flowers are from the Elven race.”

The flowers didn't even possess the energy of the elves.

He had assumed she had picked it from some obscure, remote place.

It comes from his garden.

"What elves?" The gloomy woman finally arrived, panting. She straightened her clothes and took out a mirror to look at herself. For a moment, everyone stared at her without saying a word.

“When an elf dies, he leaves behind a flower,” Huangwu blinked, turned his back to block Mingmo’s view, and took out the flower. “Look, it’s a flower left behind by an elf after he dies.”

“Hmm,” the gloomy duchess glanced at it casually, disdainfully, “They’re just a few elves and a few flowers. I’ve seen plenty of those before.”

She was rushing to report the results of her trip to the Emperor when she heard Huangwu's loud laughter.

Turning his head in confusion, he saw the flowers lying in Mingmo's hands, being carefully examined.

The desolation stopped laughing.

baffling.

Those who spend their lives in the Dark Clan can easily discern the time of their appearance through the extremely oppressive black mist.

By the time she finally returned, it was already dark in the Dark Clan, meaning it was late at night.

Carrington was waiting for her; he had already investigated everything about the new person she had brought back.

"My Lord, regarding the Mysterious Star..."

"Who?" What star?

"The gentleman you brought back."

"Oh~" That tells her who it is.

To summarize his birth in short: an unfaithful father, a mother who left, a wicked stepmother, and an unwanted son.

Not long ago, his cheating father, his runaway mother, his wicked stepmother, and his relatives were all taken away, leaving him alone and unwanted.

"Only knows Quark magic?"

They don't care what their subordinates are doing as long as it doesn't cause trouble for them. Recently, the leaders of the Dark Clan have been changing frequently in various regions, and it is common for a family to disappear overnight.

No one can say for sure whether it was the Dark Clan or the Quark Clan who did it; there's also the possibility that other magical races were involved.

Originally, she was only disliked by her family because of magic, and after her family was destroyed, she lost her home completely.

It's not common for someone to jump into a river like that.

However, considering his background... it's understandable.

"So I've just gotten a servant for free without having to pay him?"

He didn't seem to have anywhere else to go except the bottom of the river.

Carrington understood and took out a magic contract from the Dark Clan, but did not hand it over immediately.

"I still think he's weird."

I casually sat on the steps, lost in deep thought.

She's always like this when she's thinking about something; sometimes her thoughts wander off into the distance, and she needs to ask Carrington to remember her original intention. Sometimes she can sit for days on end.

For someone like her, time is the least valuable thing.

This time, she didn't think about it for very long.

"His waist seems quite slim."

It's not hard to tell that their train of thought has gone astray.

Miya Xing had a very uncomfortable sleep.

In his dream, someone intermittently pushed him into the water, causing him to have difficulty breathing from time to time.

Half-opening his eyes in a daze, he vaguely thought he had returned to the past, when she would occasionally make a special trip to pull up a blade of grass to amuse him while he slept in the attic.

He grabbed the hand that was on his neck and rubbed it against it: "What's wrong?"

The pain in his throat, combined with the other person's strange gaze, made him much more sober.

Oh, right, it's going back to the past.

While the dark forces have been completely eradicated and peace has been restored, a class reunion is being held at Moe Academy, simultaneously navigating the 'past'.

"Oh, you're awake. Sign this."

He didn't take off his glasses before going to bed, but they weren't actually on his face. In the dim light, he couldn't see the words on them.

But as soon as he got close, she would pull the paper away.

Turning my head, I saw a large pot bubbling away, boiling some bad water.

"A contract of sale?"

"ah?"

Miya Xing coughed for a long time, covering his throat, and could roughly guess what had happened while he was asleep.

"Okay, I'll sign."

"Huh?" she exclaimed again.

Without any complicated steps, he pressed his thumb on it, causing the magic contract to flow through it, and his name automatically appeared on it.

The contract of servitude was signed just like that.

He examined the desolate area repeatedly, trying to see if there were any traps inside.

can not tell.

She wasn't personally in charge of this kind of thing, and she hadn't even touched the contract twice.

As she was about to go find Carrington with the paper in her hand, the tugging at her clothes forced her to stop and turn around.

"Lord Demon Lord."

Many people call her that, but it always sounds strange when he says it.

"What's wrong with my throat?" He picked up a mirror and saw a red mark around his neck.

A very unique wake-up method.

"Oh, you were asleep and pinched yourself in your sleep." She said without a hint of guilt. "Do you need me to get you some medicine?"

"Then... thank you, sir?"

"Yes, you should thank me."