In the dimly lit little warehouse, looking at Catherine who was looking at me with a solemn face, I didn't know how to reply to her. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The real price? Actually, it's not that complicated, it's just this room, anyway, the drunkard doesn't mean to drink.

Of course, how could I not hear what she was saying. I said, what's the matter with this little girl?

Oops, this person can't be persecuted paranoia. Hm.. Awesome, although you didn't understand my true intentions, but since you brought it up, it just happened to arouse my interest.

"Little human girl, what do you think should really be?"

Let's throw the question back, what can you be worth as an ordinary flower girl?

Of course, if you have to talk about it, beautiful looks can also be regarded as capital, but you don't think you use... Is it really inappropriate for these things to buy me as a skeleton?

"Well, Mr. Skeleton, I've heard from the priests in town. . . To such an evil as you... No, ordinary undead, most of them like to collect the souls of beautiful women, I don't know... Is it true?".

Uh, I'm a little speechless, this is really narcissistic, it's actually a disguised way to boast that I'm a beautiful girl.

And who made the rumors! These bastards of the Holy See, the black undead are happy enough.

Hm.. Forget it, it can't be ruled out that some perverted lich may indeed have this interest. But this is just an example, like I don't have this special fetish, considering that the brainwashing is too deep, I don't bother to refute the rumors.

"Do you think it's appropriate? If my soul is taken by me, what will Serena do in the future?".

Catherine was visibly stumped by my question, and she bit her cherry red lip and looked at me helplessly.

She trembled her body, and then lowered her head wordlessly, her beautiful facial features were covered by her long hair, and she couldn't see clearly, but she was obviously fighting in her heart or something, it was really difficult for this excellent girl who ran a family in her early years.

"Time for it.. How's time? eternal time."

"What are you talking about? Sorry, I don't understand what you mean?".

Considering that my original intention was to have a good relationship, I don't plan to embarrass her anymore.

Hmph, the abduction plan was launched, and in fact, this is the main reason why I didn't consider killing these two little girls.

First of all, it's one thing to cause a public order riot. What's more, I'm an undead after all. If you want to live in the human hinterland, you definitely need an errand runner, and since Catherine has persecution paranoia, it's you.

"You probably don't know that time is the cheapest thing for the intelligent undead, because we have eternal life...".

"Oh... Grandpa the pastor didn't say anything like this, is that the case?".

Catherine nodded as if she didn't understand, the plan was clear, and she took the bait.

In the process of negotiations, who occupies the initiative is the first to bear the brunt.

But how to fight for the greater good for yourself depends on how important you can say the chips in your hand, this level of importance actually doesn't matter to you, as long as you let the other party know, this is precious enough.

"Nature's wise souls are resurrected by some obsession. For us, the time before our lives is the most precious and the existence we respect the most, because we all die with regret ......."

In Catherine's ignorant eyes, I recounted the causes of the wise undead.

Gradually, looking at Catherine's more and more respectful eyes, I was really amazing, admiring myself as a pyramid scheme, and I believed it myself. But there's nothing wrong with that, I'm right, it's just that I'm not a "natural" intelligent undead.

After finding a dusty and broken box in the warehouse, and sitting on it in the pose of a contemplative, I continued:

"We advocate equivalent exchange, use your future time, in exchange for Serena's magical life, fair, equivalent!".

Catherine seemed to understand something, and pondered thoughtfully, and her eyes brightened as she looked at me.

Well, there's a guy who takes the bait, you get the idea.. What a.

It's just a mess of values that the weird uncle on the street instills in you.

When it comes to simplicity, in fact, you and your sister should be open. This kid is really in a hurry, I just used some illusory things to raise the value of the items traded between the two parties.

As a result, the original simple and straightforward transaction of exchanging shops for gold coins was replaced by the development of the future ambitions of both parties.

But this matter is spread out, that is, I used a hundred gold coins to not only buy your ancestral shop, but also let you work as a coolie for the rest of your life. When it's over, you're still happily immersed in the pride you've earned for your sacrifice.

But it doesn't matter if you want to figure it out or not, once the soul contract is signed, you can't regret it.

"This is the soul contract, and I promise to pay all the expenses during Serena's study of magic, except for a hundred gold coins".

I'm a little too happy to go, so if I don't study, I'll suffer.

Eat a lesson and grow a wisdom, young man, I told you in advance about the sinister nature of this world, and let me work until I die. Of course, this conscience can also provide Catherine's favorability for me, killing two birds with one stone, why not.

No matter how I say it, I can be regarded as a candidate for the Demon King, who has been taught by a special teacher like the Book of the Dead for centuries, and it is impossible for a pig to achieve nothing, although the soul contract is complicated, but it does not consume blue!

If nothing else, I'm still waving this kind of gadget.

A pale gray parchment appeared in front of Catherine, and no one could see it except herself and me, who were the signatories of the contract, because its principle was equivalent to the feeling of a stereoscopic projection.

A beautiful piece of writing appeared on the parchment scroll, and the conditions were probably written:

Contract Founder: Undead Eshuin, 100 gold coins, and all costs for Serena's future magical career.

Contract Signer: Catherine, a human girl, who will spend all her future time working on Estheine and the shop.

"Shochu, you just have to default in your mind."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Skeleton, you are so kind, I agree to this contract!".

The parchment rolls dissipated into the air, and in the dimly lit warehouse, nothing happened.

But in fact, in the minds of both of us, the contract that has just been signed appears, and the working maid No. 1 is online.

Catherine's vision came to me again, and this is also a new member after the chores....now a foursome. Hmph, he was sold and helped me count the money, what a poor young man.

But now that I think about it, although the development of events seems to have barely managed me through the crisis, in fact, the abduction of Catherine, an ignorant country girl, did not help me in the slightest to return to the fortress of the undead.

And I don't really need a maid, well, of course, because it's an undead.

After all, I don't have to eat, I don't need delicious food, I don't have to have someone change my clothes, let alone something as unscientific but practical as costume magic, and I don't have to sleep... Don't talk to me about sleeping with me.

And Catherine, if you have to say that she has any advantages, is actually just a little heavier breasts, a better figure, and a little more beautiful.

"Mr. Esthein, so you think so?!!."

Catherine suddenly roared, and I froze in place.

Fuck Cao Cao hastily, damn it, I forgot that the soul link is a two-way street, and I forgot to close it just now.

Looking at Catherine's delicate face, this little girl... It's not good, it's bad, actually, it's not ... Could it be that all my thoughts just now were known to this girl who had just been deceived?!!

"You listen to me... Hmmm, no, why do I have to explain ...... like a thief?"

"Mr. Skeleton, you evil undead... It's a cunning devil!I don't want to see you again!".

Catherine snatched the door out, followed by a "click" sound caused by the twisting of the lock cylinder.

Eh.. What's going on, it's too much. Do you know that this is a crime?!

Eh.. Eh.. Eh, I'm poisonous. I'm wrong, you let me out! And if you don't want to see me, you should just lock yourself up! Why are you locking me up?!