Archdemon

The sound of the sound of a wolf was heard.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

"Sir Wilmot, you have been hiding it from me for so long!"

The voice came before the person arrived, and Holing walked out of the shadows with a smile on his face.

"Human, do you know everything?"

Wilmot sat on the ground, looking at Holing calmly.

Holing looked at him, and at this moment, this gnoll noble seemed to have truly possessed the temperament of a noble.

Even though this was a gnoll, a completely different race from humans, Holing saw the noble temperament from him at this time.

Wilmot seemed not to be in this temporary cage of a warehouse, but in a banquet hall of a noble.

"That's right, your guard said everything that should and shouldn't be said." Huo Ling circled around Wilmot, and said in amazement.

"What do you want?" Wilmot's tone was calm.

"No, Sir, I should say what do you want?" Huo Ling walked in front of Wilmot, "I really didn't expect that you were once a gold-level shaman. No wonder you want to delay time."

The slave collar worn on Wilmot's neck is a silver-level enchanted equipment, which can only control silver-level professionals.

For Wilmot, who once reached the gold level, as long as there is enough time, he can find a chance to break through this equipment.

At that time, as long as he pays a little price, he can escape from the mine.

If there is no living guard, and Huo Ling is willing to let him go after signing the hell contract with him, then he can kill Huo Ling after fulfilling the contract.

But now there is no chance for all this. Huo Ling knows about this, and now Wilmot has no room for fighting back.

"If you are willing to let me go, I can repay you. I have a large amount of magic stones hidden in the Gnoll Empire." Wilmot said.

"I can enslave you with the enslavement scroll, so your magic stones are still mine." Huo Ling smiled.

"No, you can't enslave me. My soul is essentially of the golden level. If I want to resist, at least a sanctuary-level spellcaster can enslave me!" Wilmot's face showed a mocking smile.

Huo Ling nodded after hearing this. He didn't know about this. He said, "Yes, what you said does make sense."

"But, have you forgotten something? I am a necromancer. If I kill you now, you will be a particularly good corpse material. When I reach the golden level, I can make you into a corpse witch. At that time, the magic stones you hide will still be mine." Huo Ling's face showed a smile.

Wilmot's face became ugly. He closed his eyes and tried not to let the fear in his heart be discovered.

"I am more valuable when I am alive than when I am a corpse wizard! You won't do that!" Wilmot was still stubborn.

"That's right! If you become a corpse wizard, you will definitely not be as valuable as when you are alive, but if you don't cooperate, it will be difficult for me to deal with it!" Huo Ling shook his head.

"What do you want?" Wilmot asked with his eyes open.

"I want you to submit to me and be my follower!" Huo Ling said with a smile.

"This is still to enslave me, Wilmot, never be a slave!" He shook his head with a mocking look on his face.

"Then let's do this, we will each take a step back, you have to be my follower until I break through to the Holy Domain, then I will let you go." Huo Ling squatted down and looked at Wilmot levelly.

"Holy Domain? Ha! It's not certain whether you can break through to the Holy Domain!" Wilmot sneered.

"Then there is no way, you don't want this, you don't want that, then you should die." Huo Ling stood up and said regretfully.

Then he turned around and prepared to leave, while a dark warrior behind him pressed Wilmot down.

Another dark warrior drew out his sword, raised the sharp sword high, and the soul fire burned on it.

"Swish!" The sword slashed down quickly, cutting the air.

When Wilmot saw Huo Ling turn around and leave, his expression did not change at all, because he knew the value of living.

When he was pressed down by the dark warrior, his expression did not change, because he knew that it was just to scare him.

"Wait a minute!!"

"I am willing to sign a slavery contract!" But when he was about to die, the sword had already chopped Wilmot's neck. He was finally scared and shouted loudly.

The sword stopped at the last moment,

The sharp blade had already chopped Wilmot's neck, and his wolf skin had been cut open. Blood flowed out along the blade, and before it hit the ground, it had been burned into gray black blood by the soul fire.

If it was a step later, this guy would have been chopped to death. Huo Ling was not interested in playing with him any more. Anyway, it would not be a loss to make a corpse witch when the body was dead.

"Are you really willing to kill me!?" Feeling the pain on his neck, Wilmot gasped heavily. At that moment, he seemed to have seen the call of the Styx.

Huo Ling turned around, half of his body was in the light and half in the shadow, "Otherwise, I don't have time to waste time with you."

"Since you are willing to sign the slavery contract, I hope you can be more clear-headed and stay here well. Don't do anything tricky." After saying that, Huo Ling turned around and walked up the stairs and left.

He didn't have a slavery contract in his hand now, and he had to find someone to buy one. He didn't know whether the silver-level slavery contract could be successful.

Although Wilmot's soul essence was once in gold, he has fallen down now, and the silver-level slavery contract should be able to be handled.

...

Huo Ling was lucky. He originally wanted to go to Tuoyuan to buy a slavery scroll, but as soon as he talked to Li Chengji, he got good news.

"I have the thing you want. I'll give it to you at the cost price." Li Chengji took out a silver-level scroll from his bracelet.

"Teacher Li, why do you carry this thing with you?" Huo Ling asked puzzledly after taking it.

"Although you are strong, you have too little social experience after all. This thing is useful. You should always have a few in the future. Maybe you will meet a good seedling someday and sign a contract with them." Li Chengji smiled.

"Li Hui and the others signed a follower contract with me. I support them, they work for me, and even if they die, I will take care of their families. This way, they can rest assured, and so can I."

"You will understand when you make money and have more industries in the future. Only when these people who signed the soul contract look after the industry can you rest assured." Li Chengji smiled.

"I understand." Huo Ling nodded.

He walked out of the room and went straight to Wilmot. The sooner the contract is signed, the better.

The one in his hand is the master-servant contract, also known as the slave contract. After signing, the master is almost unrestricted, but the slave will be fully controlled by the master.

If you dare to betray your master, your soul will be harvested by the contract and you will die. This contract cannot be terminated. If the master dies, the slave will die with him.

Such harsh contract conditions also mean that it is difficult to sign. As long as the slave has the will to resist, it is almost impossible to sign successfully, unless it is several higher levels.