Lilith is the Blood Ancestor’s twin sister?
*Interesting.*
Mike casually asked, “So, how many kids did your Blood Ancestor’s mom have in one go?”
In most people’s logic, twins or triplets were already the limit. But what if the Blood Ancestor’s mother had given birth to a hundred children at once? Lilith’s status would plummet instantly.
Dracula’s face darkened as he replied, “Just two! What do you think this is, a pig giving birth to a litter?”
At the mention of pigs, Dracula’s expression became even more exasperated.
The three of them continued at a steady pace, and as they neared the grassy area, they could hear voices from within.
Mike perked up his ears and caught a familiar voice.
“…Don’t worry, you’re my Godfather’s pet, which means you’re my pet. I’ve got your back! If anyone dares to mess with you, I’ll make sure they…”
“Holy fuck, it’s Thor!”
The moment Mike stepped onto the grass, Maxen ducked behind the golden pig. The black mist hadn’t yet figured out what was happening, and everyone present was utterly confused.
The scene was awkward, to say the least.
Maxen took a moment to calm himself, then spoke with righteous indignation, “Thor, personal matters aside, business is business.”
Right off the bat, Maxen adopted a “business first” attitude.
Seeing that Thor didn’t respond, Maxen continued, “This pig was left behind by my Godfather Morpheus. For three hundred years, she’s been helping others and has done a lot for humanity…”
After a long speech, Maxen emphasized, “She can’t be killed!”
Maxen’s stance was clear: as long as Piggy wasn’t killed, it was a win!
Lilith, however, spoke up, her tone complicated, “I get it, but could you put me down first?”
As it turned out, while Maxen was talking, he had already walked over to Thor, holding the golden pig in his hands and presenting her to him.
She had essentially surrendered without a fight.
Maxen lowered his voice, trying to justify himself, “You don’t understand. Not resisting minimizes the damage!”
This was the wisdom Maxen had gained from dealing with Thor over time. Every word was filled with insight!
When faced with Thor’s greed, not resisting was the best form of resistance!
If you tried to resist and failed, it would only provoke Thor’s desire for a challenge, and the outcome would be even worse!
And if you succeeded in resisting… well, Maxen had never seen anyone succeed in resisting Thor!
In short, the pig had been sold out by the very person she had called for help!
Maxen’s only guarantee was that by the end of the day, the pig would still be alive. As for whether she’d be fat or skinny afterward, that was another matter entirely. Mike looked at the little pig in Maxen’s arms and felt a strange sense of joy.
The little thing was golden and shiny-so cute.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill her,” Mike said, and Lilith let out a sigh of relief.
Maxen, on the other hand, didn’t seem too concerned. On one hand, he knew that while Thor might joke around with small matters, he was always serious about the big ones. With Lilith’s background, Thor definitely wouldn’t kill her.
On the other hand, Maxen was well aware that there was a term in the human dictionary: *worse than dead*.
Falling into Thor’s hands, Lilith’s century of savings was probably as good as gone!
In a corner where no one was paying attention, Dracula was staring intently at the golden pig,
his eyes filled with a barely concealed killing intent.
Mike noticed Dracula’s unusual behavior and whispered, “Everything has a price.”
With Thor, anything could be negotiated for the right price.
Dracula chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. “Some things don’t.”
Mike was taken aback, as if he had just realized something.
He had always thought that humans and the blood clan weren’t all that different. After all, a
large portion of the blood clan had originally been humans.
Perhaps the blood clan’s decline was precisely because they had no bottom line…
Just as Mike was lost in thought, Dracula shifted his gaze back to the black mist.
The matter of the pig could be dealt with later-there was nowhere for her to run, anyway.
But the black mist? They had crossed paths several times before, and each time, the enemy had managed to escape.
This time, not only had Mike caught the enemy red-handed, but he also had Gabriel and Maxen, two powerful allies, by his side.
If they didn’t act now, when would they?
Maxen, feeling a bit restless, was also itching to smash the black mist with his weapon.
The powerful being within the black mist spoke slowly, “Thor, you and I are destined to fight. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
You…”
“Hold on!” Mike interrupted, emphasizing, “We can fight, but how much are you going to pay me?”
The black mist: ???
*Pay for a life-and-death battle?*
This was the first time she had ever heard such a thing!
The golden pig was equally dumbfounded, not understanding what Thor meant. Lilith had worked with humans for many years, but the words coming out of Thor’s mouth… she recognized each one individually, but together, they made no sense!
Seeing the confused look on the black mist’s face, Mike scoffed, “Why would I risk my life for
free?”
Heh.
Maxen rolled his eyes internally, thinking, *Even if you were paid, you wouldn’t risk your
life!*
Thor’s life philosophy had always been about making money, not risking his neck! Clearly, the black mist hadn’t dealt with Thor directly very often and was still a bit dazed.
“I…”
After a long pause, the black mist finally said, “If I die, you can have my body?”
That was the most valuable thing she could think of. But according to common sense, the victor would claim all the spoils anyway. So, this offer was essentially meaningless. Mike started counting on his fingers, “Funeral expenses, psychological counseling fees,
waste disposal fees…”
The black mist: ???
*Funeral expenses, I get. But psychological counseling fees? You’re the one killing me, and you’re the one who needs therapy?*
*And waste disposal fees? You’re treating the remains of a God-level powerful being like
garbage?*
“Wait, stop!” The black mist interrupted Thor before he could continue. If this went on, forget a life-and-death battle-she might as well just sign a contract to sell herself to Thor! To prevent Thor from further complicating things, the black mist quickly said, “We’ll fight to the death on the fortieth floor. If I die, I’ll leave you information about the Supreme Abyssal. That’s the most valuable thing I have!”
She had been trapped in the Supreme Abyssal for many years and didn’t have much in the way
of material wealth.
Mike thought for a moment and realized she had a point.
“Alright, but I have one more reasonable request.”
Mike flashed a friendly smile.
That smile alone was enough to give Maxen a psychological shadow the size of ten football
fields.
Mike then stated his “small” request.
“Could you sign a soul contract? After you die, your soul belongs to me.”
The black mist: ???
You call that reasonable?!