Chapter 103 Chapter 102 Nameless
The Shadow King Arkanis hid in the shadows, the blade of the Shadow Blade dripping with blood, his eyes fixed on Chamberlain’s small army.
They formed a circle around, a vine monster lying nearby, emitting wisps of green smoke. Also lying on the ground was a soldier clutching his neck, his face turning blue, and his comrades were trying to save him, but Arkanis had faith in his poison.
Clearly, Arkanis’ poison had the upper hand; the injured soldier was crying out for his mother.
Chamberlain pushed through and asked, “Is there any hope?”
The soldier next to him shook his head.
“You worthless gray rat!” Chamberlain cursed as he bent down and took his soldier’s hand. “Don’t worry, soldier, I will take good care of your family.”
At this moment, several soldiers shielded Chamberlain, their weapons pointed outward.
Chamberlain raised his single eye and yelled, “Get behind me, don’t go to your deaths! That gray rat can’t kill me with one strike, but he can easily kill you, like slaughtering chickens!”
The soldiers were left dumbfounded by the scolding, and only when Chamberlain pushed them did they return to the battle formation.
The injured soldier uttered his last words and breathed his last. His body was not left behind but was carried away. In the line, three people were already carrying the corpse.
Chamberlain shouted, “I will bring you home, keep moving forward!”
“Yes! Commander.”
They continued to form a tight formation, retreating step by step.
“Iron tortoise.”
The Shadow King Arkanis said, giving Chamberlain the middle finger from within the shadows.
As long as the soldiers maintained this formation, and with Chamberlain commanding, his assassination attempts became much more difficult, unless he disregarded the risks of being injured.
The bloodlust he had earlier began to fade. After all, it was because he hated the benefactor that he sought an opportunity to kill Chamberlain; in a moment of impulse, he discovered that the iron tortoise could not bite through and now, cooling off, began to feel something was off.
Shouldn’t he be in the labyrinth, preventing the benefactor from obtaining the Demon King’s treasury?
“What about that little succubus? She wouldn’t be dead, right? How troublesome, if she’s dead then I have to deal with her damn handwriting,” the Shadow King Arkanis rubbed his temples, “Go look for her, just leave the iron tortoise to move slowly.”
With that, he stepped forward, his figure appearing in the shadow beneath a patch of tall grass.
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On the other side.
A person, a dragon, and a dog were passing through the walls of the labyrinth.
Miss Green Dragon was ethereal, floating beside George, her bare feet brushing against the green grass blades.
Jima lowered her dog head, her gaze following the rope in front of her neck, moving to Miss Green Dragon’s feet, then up her calves, resting on her flowery cloak.
What a beautiful dress.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered the women’s clothing she had burned up herself. Now, only a pair of stockings remained.
However, this small sadness quickly faded, as the flower cloak blocked her view. Jima quickened her pace, trying to sneak beside Miss Green Dragon. Before she could get close to her flowery cloak, a sense of dragon might pressed down on her shoulders, causing Jima to behave like an ordinary dog-headed person, lowering her head even more and slowing down, falling behind.
She muttered to herself: If you won’t let me see, then fine, anyway, you’re just my defeated opponent.
At this moment, the conversation between Miss Green Dragon and George sounded up, the proud green dragon having a tone with some delight. It’s worth noting that people who appear proud like her, as long as they are a bit more talkative with others and have a hint of joy in their tone, can make others feel honored.
Jima’s tail swept through the grass with dissatisfaction. She had also wanted to enjoy this sort of ambiguity, but unfortunately, no girl had accompanied her to play romance games, and it always turned into a plundering game.
“Ah? You saved a succubus?” A slightly surprised melodious female voice rang, “Are you sure she didn’t charm you?”
“No, Cuilis,” George replied, “I was checked for psychological issues at the temple, quite normal.”
She was clearly called Cuiliman Tillysiah Olivia Huayu, short for Miss Cuili.
“I’m sorry, that’s a bit frightening.”
“It’s okay, even my brothers at the temple say I’m foolish to my face.”
“In this day and age, I’ve never seen a human with your level of tolerance and childlike innocence,” Cuili, ah no, Cuilis said with faint appreciation.
Jima fantasized for a moment about being flattered like that by Miss Green Dragon. She must have floated up by now.
“Yes, I’m very happy.”
“Then why did you come to this labyrinth?”
“I signed a slave contract with her, and to return her freedom, I am being coerced by a cruel benefactor to chase power for him. I must find the treasury faster than another team led by someone named Chamberlain; in return, he can help me break the contract.”
Ha, a virgin. Just now he was yelling that green dragons are cunning and skilled in deception, and now he couldn’t wait to reveal his intentions in detail; where is your vigilance?
“Really, that surprises me too much,” Miss Green Dragon said, “That succubus must be very happy.”
Yes, happy to be led around like a dog watching him pick up girls. Besides, if it weren’t for the slave contract costing her a level of power, would she be that proactive?
“No, she is not happy,” George said, “She lives in nightmares every day, following me in fear, darting around. As a victim, she could have chosen to stay behind, waiting for me to bring back a way to lift the contract, but she was still very eager to accompany me.”
At this point, George sighed and said, “I know she is afraid of being locked up alone in the temple. But she should not suffer such a fate. She is just barely born, a naturally innocent and mischievous girl. She trusts only me.”
So foolish.
Jima turned her head away, the tiny bit of conscience that was gnawed by the dog pained a little.
“You want to redeem her?”
“Yes.”
“Then, have you thought about redeeming an evil dragon?” Miss Green Dragon Cuilis said as she waved her hand, creating a hole in the tree wall in front, “I’m just asking.”
Jima’s ears immediately perked up in vigilance. At that moment, she felt a threat, as if something that belonged to her was being touched by someone else.
George replied, “I have thought about that.”
Jima’s heart dropped. She wished she could pull out a magic sword and strike Miss Green Dragon.
You? You want to take my tool?
But now she was just an ordinary dog-headed person, only able to watch. She suppressed her anger, wanting to escape to avoid feeling uncomfortable.
“Then I would be very happy,” Miss Green Dragon Cuilis said with a faint smile, “Today is the happiest day in the long twenty years I’ve been locked away.”
Jima felt a sense of crisis fill her heart, straining all her attention to listen to George’s reply.
“I’m happy too,” George replied, “if you can prove your words.”
Miss Green Dragon Cuilis snorted slightly and said, “Humans are a bit overconfident.”
Jima relaxed a bit; fortunately, George was straightforward enough; this must have irritated the proud green dragon.
But Miss Green Dragon Cuilis continued:
“Isn’t a succubus special compared to an evil dragon?”
“No,” George said, “In comparison to a newly born infant with no formed values, a dragon that has lived through long years is harder to redeem. Furthermore, I don’t have the strength to restrain a dragon.”
“You will change your mind; humans are the fastest creatures to change their minds that I’ve seen,” Miss Green Dragon Cuilis arrogantly turned her head away.
George replied, “I look forward to that.”
Jima’s heart sank to the bottom.
This feeling is like watching someone take away her precious sword and grab her bank card.
She took a deep breath, regaining her composure. The priority was still to sneak into the treasury, obtain clues about the fragments of the Demon King’s crown, and also grab some inheritance, lock the treasury down, and then return to the mansion in Shalin City, pretending nothing happened, sitting on the bed, watching George bring back a despicable green dragon.
Hehe, after breaking the contract, I’d better run quickly. Once I regain my power, I’ll come back, step on the green dragon, and punch the virgin.
Jima clenched her small hands tight, swinging them down hard, imagining herself giving a punch to the astonished green dragon’s face. Then make George scream, “Daddy, I was wrong.”
After fantasizing like this, her mood improved considerably.
She ran to George’s side, her eyes constantly glancing towards the gap between Miss Green Dragon Cuilis’ long legs, where a long leaf covered her modesty. For some reason, she felt a strong desire to steal it.
However, Jima resisted.
Through the hole opened in the tree wall, the trio of a dragon, a person, and a dog waded through shallow water, making Jima’s shoes wet. She walked through the mist, heading towards something that resembled a small hill in the white fog.
“We’re here,” Cuilis’ light and airy voice rang out, “We have arrived at the place where the Demon King imprisoned me.”
Jima lifted her head and saw the thing behind the white fog. A green lump, at first glance, seemed to be a small hill covered in grass. Upon closer inspection, it was an adult green dragon coiled on the grass, its scales covered with moss, and its lower half nearly overtaken by grass.
The green dragon was pierced by several copper wires thick as a wrist, its body very emaciated, ribs visible. It had the distinctive dragon crown, with a fleshy crest on its head that extended to its back like a thorny back dragon. Its once robust limbs were also so thin that bones were visible.
Miss Green Dragon Cuilis exhibited sorrow on her face as she reached out, gently stroking the dragon’s head, the red flower wreath tied around her white wrist swaying.
“I cannot control my body; the dark magic of the Demon King Jima has been siphoning my strength to maintain this labyrinth,” Miss Green Dragon Cuilis said, “I can only become a projection, watching the moss cover my body, seeing the weeds hide my form, it’s long, so lonely.”
George took out a silver metal key, the key trembling in his hand, a force pulling at it.
“What can I do?”
“Free me from my prison.”
Miss Green Dragon Cuilis pointed at the dragon’s head in front, at a metal platform that, even for the proudest among her, her green eyes could not help but show a hint of pleading.
Jima ran over, glancing at the metal platform, which had a cover, with nearby Chinese characters: “Open the cover, insert the key, turn the key, free the green dragon. // The labyrinth will close due to lack of maintenance. The green dragon will be very weak and can be skinned and sold. Remember, don’t believe a single word from this green dragon again.”
Filled with memories, she recalled her mindset as a programmer back then. Writing a comment always started with “//”.
George walked over; although he couldn’t understand the Chinese, he opened the cover, saw the keyhole, and generally understood what was going on.
Jima felt very nervous; if the labyrinth collapsed, she didn’t know if George would let her go. If not, she would be discovered.
Miss Green Dragon Cuilis said, “As long as you set me free, I will maintain the labyrinth and lead you to the treasury.”
Jima felt a chill in her heart.
“Very reasonable.” George said.
A faint smile appeared on Miss Green Dragon Cuilis’ face.
“Then let’s sign a contract.” George retracted the key and pulled out a piece of parchment from somewhere, laid it flat on the metal platform, took out two candles, a bottle of essential oil, and a feather quill with ink, quickly writing the contract, saying, “Drop blood to sign, may it be fulfilled under the witness of my God.”
Miss Green Dragon Cuilis’ face stiffened. This feeling was like a close friend borrowing money, while another person pulled out a formal contract to write an IOU.
What the hell? After saying so much, he’s still on guard against me?
She retorted, “You don’t trust me?”
“The contract is the foundation of trust,” George said, “I assure you that the contract is fair and just; you can take a look.”
“I’m just a projection; I can’t bleed.”
George pointed his sword’s tip at the dragon’s body, “Which part hurts less if I poke it?”
Jima struggled to control her facial expressions to avoid bursting into laughter.
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There will be another chapter at seven o’clock in the evening.
