Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

"A slave contract?? The legendary one?"

The elves looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of anger and confusion.

One of the younger male elves suddenly exclaimed "Ah!"

"I think I've heard something similar in a storybook before."

He hesitated before speaking.

"In the legends of heroes slaying evil dragons... there is a kind of 'contract'."

"It requires the consent of both parties, with their hard work as the guide, and an oath to the god of contracts."

"If you disobey, you will be punished by the gods."

The other elves' expressions became even stranger.

Based on the description, it seems... somewhat similar.

But does such a thing really exist?

If such things truly existed, where would all the betrayals and infighting in the world come from?

If there were such a thing, witnessed and judged by the gods.

The high elves will not be a disgrace to the elves, nor will they be the sinners who took the World Tree.

All the elves stared at the letter with extreme suspicion.

Several elven warriors, who had considerable cultivation in their previous lives, secretly released their soul power to repeatedly probe.

turn out.

It was just an ordinary letter.

The paper is ordinary paper, and the ink is ordinary ink.

It didn't even have a trace of magical energy; it wasn't even a magical item.

"By Elune!"

An elven commoner suddenly cried out in alarm.

"I...I was curious before...I looked at those open letters outside!"

Her soul trembled slightly as she recalled her kin who had been rescued but ultimately committed suicide, her eyes filled with fear.

"I can't...become a slave?!"

Lin Gui nodded immediately, his face stern.

"Yes! That's it!"

"Your soul has been planted with the seeds of slavery."

"Now, you are a slave to my whims, hmm hmm."

He tried to make the last few words sound more sinister, but with little success.

The elf's companion whispered among himself:

"I've also read those letters."

"But the contents of that letter... didn't seem to mention slaves, masters, or servants."

"I glanced at it, and it looked like a poem written by someone from our own tribe?"

"I think I saw a familiar name inside."

"It seems to be Philner from the foreign acquisition team."

Lin Gui remained unfazed:

"That was a disguise. Otherwise, how would you have fallen into my carefully prepared trap?"

"A trap written in Elvish?" another elf couldn't help but ask.

"Of course!" Lin Gui raised his chin. "That'll lower your guard!"

"Do you understand Elvish?" The elf blinked, then suddenly recited a strange string of syllables rapidly:

"washey li tiyah iwolie rae."

Then she asked innocently:

"What did I just say?"

Lin Gui: "..."

How the hell would I know?

Elven script is notoriously obscure and difficult to understand.

Lin Gui had no interest in learning this elven script and language, which were of little use.

Lin Gui's lips twitched slightly, and he tentatively said:

"...They are 'filthy humans'!"

The elf shook his head, his tone sincere:

"No, I made that up; it's not Elvish at all."

Lin Gui: "..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Only the soft rustling of snowflakes falling to the ground could be heard.

A subtle, almost awkward atmosphere spread.

Lin Gui seemed to hear a soft chuckle coming from Miss Eve, who was listening silently behind him.

Lin Gui took a deep breath and decided to abandon all roundabout methods.

He swung the stick sharply, pressing it against the neck of the little elf in his arms once more.

"In short!"

He raised his voice, trying to drown out the eerie atmosphere.

"One person isn't enough! I need one hundred and three elves!"

"Sign the 'slave contract' I've prepared for you!"

"If we don't want this little guy to be completely destroyed."

"Just do as I say!"

These words finally reignited the elves' anger.

The doubts and embarrassment were instantly dispelled, and a wave of indignation surged up again.

"Evil humans!"

"Shameless!!"

"Despicable! You'll get your comeuppance!"

"If you want to arrest someone, come at me! Let go of the child!"

Lin Gui ignored the cursing and looked down at the list.

My gaze fell on the first name.

He took a deep breath and read at the fastest speed he had ever spoken:

"Elandil-Tercanta-Armenlott-...Shadow!"

He almost couldn't catch his breath after reciting the complicated name with more than twenty syllables in one breath.

That's what the elves are called.

It will be filled with a bunch of obscure vocabulary related to various beliefs, the worship of natural creatures, and parents' expectations for their children's future.

Shea's name was on the list before.

Just like the name of the Elf Station row.

There is a long list of words in the middle.

But ever since Shia was banished from the Elf Forest.

Her name was removed, and in the end only, Shea Windseeker remained.

These were all things that Shia told Lin Gui after they had sex in Avalon.

Because Shia wanted to add her lover's name to her own.

This is an elf tradition.

It is proof that the elf entrusted his life to him.

Lin Gui paused for a moment before raising his voice:

"Elandil Shadow! Come forth!"

"Otherwise... don't blame me for being impolite."

A spirit floated forward without hesitation.

He was tall and slender, with a resolute face and eyes burning with anger.

"Dirty humans!"

"The elves will never yield!"

Lin Gui remained expressionless and continued reading the next name.

Another elf stepped forward, glaring angrily.

And so, one after another, long and difficult names rang out amidst Lin Gui's shouts.

One by one, the elves fearlessly stepped forward, confronting him coldly.

The open space that was originally occupied only by Arya was soon filled with angry, jumping, and righteous spirits.

And just then...

A slender, fair hand gently pulled the list from Lin Gui's hand.

Eve was already standing beside him without him noticing.

She gracefully snatched the list, her purple eyes sweeping across the paper, a faint, slightly mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Then, in a tone that mimicked the affected manner of an aristocratic lady, she read clearly and fluently:

"Phyllis Shadow".

Galadriel Shadow.

"Thranduil Shadow".

Each time one word was recited, one elf would freeze, then grit their teeth and step forward.

Eve would even occasionally wave her little hand, accompanied by a few improvised, sarcastic, and exaggerated lines:

"Oh!! This elf lady must fetch an astonishingly high price in the market!"

"Big eyes, high nose, tall figure, the fat pigs of the nobility will surely empty their purses for you."

She read the list with ease, a stark contrast to Lin Gui's earlier gritting-teeth recitation of the roster.

The open space is getting fuller and fuller.

The angry spirits gathered in ever greater numbers.

Lin Gui silently withdrew the wooden stick he had pressed against the elf's neck.

The "hostage" in her arms quietly raised her little face and looked curiously at the group of her kinsmen in front of her.

The scene was once...

Very lively.

Lin Gui seemed to have noticed the movement of the little elf in his arms.

He lowered his head, smiled, and whispered to her.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon."