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When the scene around him changed from the hell of the dead to Phyllis's bedroom, Darko finally breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed to the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Although the Nightmare's help made his escape from the rest of the world not dangerous, just looking at the raging flood of undead made his scalp tingle. And it's hard to say whether there will be a big lord, even the Nightmare can't match, so he can only sit and wait.

Darko had just relaxed for a moment, and then he was nervous again, and a thousand thoughts instantly flooded his mind. This is the first time he has faced his master as a creature, what kind of reaction will the master have? Will he be blamed for running to trade the body on his own initiative? Fortunately, the master also mentioned that he hopes to obtain the body, and the thought of this Dacko Dacko's heart is pounding, and he can no longer be calm. Then he remembered that it seemed to be a little early today, and the master was not sleeping lazy? Could it be that there was something important going on?

In the bedroom, Phyllis was sitting at the desk with her back to Darko, a quill in her hand, and writing something incessantly. Occasionally, I put a quill in my mouth as if I was thinking about some difficult question. On the wall in front of the table hangs a drawing of a rose made up of inscriptions, the same one that Darko gave to Phyllis.

"The hosts. Darko exclaimed tentatively.

"Darko, come here. Phyllis said without looking back.

Darko walked up behind Phyllis and saw his master in a pink silk nightgown with curves looming. He couldn't help but be stunned, his whole body was frozen on the ground, and only a certain part of his body gradually raised his head.

Darko noticed his body's reaction and hurriedly looked away from the bee's waist in the gauze skirt. He saw a dark piece of paper in the corner of the table, on which the Libra dagger logo was prominent, a symbol he had seen, and he knew from Bright's memory that it was the logo of the Vitamin Guild. In front of Phyllis lay a large piece of parchment, jumbled with calculations, words, and characters of unknown meaning. Darko had never seen his master so serious, and he couldn't help but be very curious.

Phyllis noticed that Darko was coming, but still continued to write, "Darko, tell you a good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Darko was stunned for a moment when he heard this, usually such a situation is a bad news designed for good news, otherwise it would not be said in such a way. But seeing the current state of the owner, Dacko really couldn't guess what good news would be.

"Well, I shouldn't have asked that, I should be serious now. But the good news is that no one will be idle enough to buy your life, let alone have your master and I will cover you. Phyllis grabbed the life spectrum on the table and threw it back, and continued, "Originally, with your conditions, you can't go to the life spectrum at all. But now your name is suffix with the last name of Nike Remmons, so you barely squeeze in. Look down and the penultimate name is you!"

Darko took the book of life, looked directly down according to the words, and quickly found his name. I don't know what this ranking means, but it's definitely a little more powerful to be at the top. Daktronics saw that he was not ranked first from the bottom, and he was still able to accept it.

"The penultimate one, named Pierce, was just an ordinary person, and it was said that he was a pig killer. Because he was taken by the patriarch of the Gafreshak family, he was taken in as a sex slave. has doubled his worth and is on the spectrum. ”

Hearing his master's words, Darko was instantly embarrassed. Then he thought about it, was he also seen by others as a pet in the Nike Remones family, and in that case, he might as well be a sex slave.

"Darko! It's because your second-to-last position is too conspicuous to be easily seen, and if that Devon bastard wants to get revenge on you, it will be troublesome! But I've already roughly calculated that as Devon's fifth-in-line heir, the Harris family doesn't provide him with enough resources to be a potential employer. Phyllis tore a corner of the parchment and threw it away.

The piece of paper slowly fell to the ground, and Dakko saw that the paper was densely packed with formulas and numbers, and when he looked closely, it was a complete derivation from beginning to end. These include the annual earnings of the Harris family, the percentage of financial support provided to each heir under the family rules, and the estimation of the total amount of fixed assets owned by Devon.

"However, it cannot be ruled out that there will be some people who don't like you, or have too much money to spend, or want to buy a life to find a sense of existence. Phyllis finished writing more than half of the area of the paper, and then leaned on the other side and continued to write, "So the safest thing to do is to move your ranking, either to become expensive enough, to the extent that you can't afford it with your personal financial resources, or to become a little cheaper, so that your value is not enough to be on the spectrum." ”

Darko saw a jumble of lines and collections on one side of the exposed paper, with various names written on them. The name in the middle reads "My Lich", which Dakko knows is representing himself, and some of the other names around him are not in the same set as him, while others are connected to him by wiring, presumably potential employers who may have a relationship with Dakoto, and those connections are intricate, and some of them even have multiple names connected to him. To Darko's surprise, Phyllis's random scribbling of the relationship diagram reminded him of the causal connection between the man and the woman he had seen at the trade fair, a mess.

"There's no need to think about raising your value in a short period of time, Daktros, you really don't have any advantages worth improving. So to find a way to reduce your value, it's easy to reduce the price, such as becoming disabled, it's okay to break a leg, but it's too painful for you to stand it. It would have been more complete for you to expel yourself from the family, but then our efforts would be in vain, and I don't like that. As soon as Phyllis had the opportunity, she immediately showed the nagging nature of her words.

A fan-shaped diagram appears in Phyllis's pen, the great circle is divided into eight sectors by line segments, representing the percentages of the Daktro's eight aspects of valuation, of which the family accounts for a small half, the powerful owner takes up the more than half, and the other six personal indicators are tightly packed into a small fan.

"If only you didn't have to go to school, it would be nice to throw yourself into the Hell of the Dead when you were fine, no matter how good the vitamin people were, they couldn't chase them to hell. But in the future, I will always get you a flesh, it is fresh meat, it is not the same as zombies, then you will become a living being, and it will be very dangerous to go back to the hell of the undead. So while no one notices you yet, hurry up and improve your strength, but don't let people know. Go back and protect your master!"

A spirit body came out of Phyllis's body and returned to Darko.

"Master, Ah Wu misses you so much, master, let's go back to hell, this world is too dangerous. Huh, master, have you changed?"

"Shut up. Darko directly gave a silencing order to Ah Wu, and the world was clean again.

At some point, Phyllis began to write a jumble of letters, with a row of letters in the lingua franca of Amesia and a pile of inscriptions in the bottom row.

"I've already asked George, the undead either don't have a tongue, or their tongue has become a piece of dead flesh and can't be used. Therefore, there are no letters in the undead language that are voiced by the tongue, and can only be spoken by teeth and mouth. Eleven of the twenty-six letters of the Amesian lingua franca are to be removed. Oh my God, it's too hard to pronounce only these fifteen letters, do you have to make a few more letters? Forget it, you can use the speed technique anyway, so that you can run faster and avoid being chased. Phyllis dipped her quill in ink and wrote a not-so-long incantation, then crossed out half of the incantation and replaced it with a similar pronunciation, "See if that works." ”

Phyllis accurately dropped the quill into the inkwell, stretched her body, and handed the paper on the table behind her. Darko took the paper and looked at the messy manuscript on it, realizing that the owner, who didn't even want to clean the laboratory, had written for himself for so long. Darko faintly felt a little sour in his nose, and hesitated to tell his master that he was able to pronounce the lingua franca accurately.

"Who are you!!" Phyllis had just turned her head to see a man in magical robes standing nearby, and she fell backwards in shock, knocking over the inkwell on the table, making a mess on the table.

Darko was a little overwhelmed, and didn't know where to start for a while, scratching his head and saying, "Master......"

"Darko?" Phyllis rushed forward in surprise, pulling Darko's magic robe, looking at him incredulously, her hands trembling a little. Suddenly, he lifted his robe, and saw something that Darko's full skin and golden hair under his crotch couldn't hide, so he hurriedly let go of his robe, "This, what's going on!"

"Master, I went to the Temple of Prophecy, Praffy ......"

"Smack!" Before Darko could finish speaking, five finger marks were already imprinted on his face.

"You didn't tell me and went to the Temple of Prophecy yourself, are you so good at paying back your overdraft?What did you trade for Priffis?" Phyllis asked Darko angrily, and then realized that it was too late at this point, she raised a hand with difficulty and motioned for Darko not to speak, "Don't tell me what the contract is, I don't want to know." ”

Phyllis turned and walked slowly to the bed, and threw herself on the bed, covering her face in the pillow.

"Darko, your wings are stiff, aren't they? You couldn't even speak when you were born, and now you're going to run your own business? Do you still have me as the master in your eyes?" Phyllis buried her head tightly in the pillow, and the voice that came out was a little urn-like, but Darko knew that this time the master was really angry, he didn't dare to say anything, and just froze in place.

"What do you little lich know? Gods are gods because they have a strong enough understanding and application of the laws! How can they lose money when they make a deal? How can Priffith take care of you if it weren't for the benefits that may arise from you? Which of the people who have made deals with Him in the past will end well? From now on, all your efforts will be turned into His benefits under the guidance of cause and effect! Your master is me! You have sold yourself to someone else so easily! I gave you this life, why don't you just die if you don't want it!"

Darko stood there at a loss, his mouth wide open, not knowing what to say. He thought that he would be able to surprise his master with a body, but he didn't expect it to end like this. Darko just stood there, waiting for a long word.

"You go, I don't want to see you again. ”