Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

is her!

She actually started wanting to have a relationship with Charles!

"When servants are with their masters, they will unconsciously speak their true feelings, and over time they will gradually develop feelings for their masters, or even love them. Once they are separated from their masters, they will immediately wake up."

Although I don't know why Ciel was not affected, the contract is definitely affecting her.

All the feelings she had towards Charles just now, all the emotional fluctuations she had, all came from the influence of the contract.

Today, she was inexplicably jealous of herself because of the influence of the contract, so what about tomorrow? What about the future?

She didn't dare to think about what the future would be like.

She only felt her scalp numb.

Master↑Servant↓Contract↓, you deserve to die!

She gritted her teeth and thought:

I will chop you up, cut you into pieces! I will kill you a thousand times! And it won't be enough!!!

Just now she was affected by the contract and didn't feel anything strange. But now that she was separated from Charles and the influence of the contract disappeared, she wanted to go back in time and strangle herself for taking the initiative to flirt with Charles and being jealous.

Cut! Must cut!

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This is no longer an ordinary problem. If this continues, she might even have Charles' child before the contract is terminated.

So she had to strike hard - she couldn't wait any longer. She would set out for the White Tower early tomorrow morning to ask those old men how to terminate the master-servant contract!

So the next morning, just after daybreak, Lacie, who had not slept the whole night, pushed open the door with a gloomy face.

As a brave man, Charles was often attacked by assassinations and ambushes, so he naturally slept lightly. So when he heard the door open, he opened his eyes and looked at Lacie vigilantly.

"Look at your mother! Keep sleeping on yours!"

Charles' brain, which had just woken up from a deep sleep, was obviously unable to process such a huge amount of information and was overloaded for a moment.

But Laciel didn't bother to pay attention to him. She was so aggressive now that even a dog passing by would be hit by her arcane slap.

So, without paying attention to Charles who had not yet figured out the situation, Lacie took out her wand and performed a warp spell according to the coordinates in her memory.

A light breeze blew by, and her figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

And the next second, she appeared at the foot of a pure white tower in an unknown distance.

It's very lively here.

People kept leaving using warp magic, and new visitors kept appearing out of nowhere.

They have different skin colors, genders and even races, but they all appear here with exactly the same purpose -

Seek knowledge.

For eternal truth, for the purpose of the universe, for the workings of the world, for every problem you can imagine.

The pursuit of knowledge is the foundation of the White Pagoda.

It is unknown how many years have passed since the birth of Pan-Continent, and it is even more unknown how many races have dominated this continent. But no matter how dynasties change and the world changes, the White Tower still stands where it should be, never wavering.

Some people say that here, in this magical white tower, you can get answers to all the questions in the world - of course, Rachel has always scoffed at this statement.

She never doubted the ability of the White Tower Alliance, but she doubted the financial strength of the person who put forward this view.

You should know that the knowledge of the White Tower is very expensive, and the more precious the knowledge is, the more so. Perhaps the White Tower can indeed provide customers with answers to all questions, but the question is who can afford it?

“Knowledge is priceless.”

——Those cunning old men always like to say this.

Lacele walked into the White Tower expressionlessly, dismissed the waiter who came to greet her enthusiastically, found the ninety-ninth vase on the left wall, turned the vase upside down, and recited the secret words:

“As above, so below; and below, so above.”

She suddenly appeared in another space.

She was still inside the White Tower, but the people coming and going had disappeared, leaving only Old Deng dozing on his desk in front of her.

Old Deng seemed to be very old, with white hair and beard, hanging down casually, like Santa Claus, very kind. The sunlight from the window fell on her, giving her a beautiful holy light.

There was a thick blanket covering his legs, and a fat, round black cat was curled up on the blanket. The black cat seemed to be aware of Laci's arrival, but was too lazy to move. It just opened half an eye to glance at her, then closed its eyes again, changed to a comfortable position and continued to nap.

The black cat, like its owner, always exudes an aura that makes people drowsy.

But this atmosphere had no effect on Lacie, who was in a "man wants to fight" state.

So Lacier decisively took out her magic wand, knocked on the desk, and luckily the dream of this man and cat came true:

"Don't sleep, Lao Deng, it's time to wake up!"

Then Lao Deng woke up.

Like all old people, she was slow to react and move slowly. After being awakened, her first reaction was to squint and look at Lacie for a while, and then she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to wear her reading glasses, so she began to frantically look for the missing reading glasses.

Fortunately, she has a sensible cat.

The fat cat that was originally curled up on her legs suddenly jumped onto the table. After stretching its body into a long strip, it used its tail to hook up the reading glasses lost in a pile of magic books and considerately delivered them to Lao Deng.

Only then did Lao Deng feel as if he had been pardoned.

She muttered, "It's a good thing I have you, Zarathustra, otherwise I, an old thing, would not know how I would get through the day," while putting on her reading glasses and looking at Lacie again.

Then she frowned.

"What's going on?" Old Deng said to himself, "Am I dead? Otherwise, how could I see something that shouldn't exist in this world?"

When Laceli became even angrier, she couldn't help but bang her wand loudly:

"You are the one who shouldn't exist in this world. I'm not dead yet, Lao Deng. If anyone is going to die, you should die first!"

Lao Deng smiled:

"That's hard to say, my dear, it's been a long time since I last saw my good disciple who cursed me to death every day... It's precisely because of the unpredictability of fate that it is so fascinating, isn't it?"

Laciel didn't want to hear her old-fashioned Riddler talk, so she asked directly:

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm here to question you. Tell me the truth. Is there something wrong with the spell prototype of the master-servant contract I stole from you last time?"

[To be continued]

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16. Who is it?

Facing Laciel's questioning, Lao Deng calmly picked up the wand.

She waved the magic wand in her hand lightly, and the enamel teapot next to her automatically floated up. She drew circles with the tip of the wand, and the round teapot tilted down, pouring hot black tea into the porcelain cup in front of Rachel.

"Don't be in a hurry," said Lao Deng kindly. "How about drinking something to warm yourself up first? Is black tea all you need?"

It is early spring in the Sea of ​​Forest now, but it is still winter here in the White Tower.

But Lacey was in no mood to drink tea with this old man, so she said rather rudely:

"Forget the tea. I'm worried that after I finish drinking this cup of black tea, I'll open my eyes and find myself turned into a guinea pig in your wizard tower."

"Is that so?" Lao Deng picked up the porcelain cup, took a sip slowly, and thought, "If I knew that this would keep you by my side, I would really add something to the tea."

"Don't scare me. You are the master of the White Tower and a super-level wizard." Laceer rolled her eyes. "Besides, this is your territory. If you want to keep me here, how can I possibly run away?"

Lao Deng didn't say anything, just smiled.

The fat cat that had originally jumped onto the table jumped back onto her legs, and she reached out her hand and gently stroked the fat cat's fur.

"What did you ask me?" she asked in a leisurely pace.

Lao Deng's memory seems to be getting worse and worse, but I don't know if he is pretending - Lacey thought about it and answered helplessly:

"The spell prototype of that master-servant contract."

Lao Deng suddenly understood.

"The spell prototype of the master-servant contract... If I remember correctly, it was a little guy who just researched it. It's a very interesting little thing."

She said, waving her wand again.

Tiny spots of light lit up in the air, quickly forming lines and connecting with each other, quickly constructing a complex and obscure magic circle.

Lacie could see that this was the prototype of the spell in the master-servant contract she and Charles signed.

"There was a little guy who thought that the master-servant contract we used before was too primitive and backward, so he decided to develop a new type of contract with self-awareness that could help both parties to the contract to improve the content of the contract... Later, I don't know why, but he failed. I thought the little guy's idea was quite interesting, so I asked him to give me a semi-finished spell prototype."

"As a result," Lao Deng winked at Lacie innocently, "who knew you would just steal it."

After hearing this, Lacie's eyes went dark.

"Then why don't you remind me?" she couldn't help but ask.

"I want to remind you, too," Old Deng shrugged regretfully, "but you're stealing. Who would want the owner to know when they steal something?"

"So in order to cooperate with you, I had to pretend I didn't know."

What Lao Deng said made a lot of sense, and Lacie was speechless.

But no matter what, she would find a way to get the termination of the contract from Lao Deng today.

So she chose to give in for the time being:

"...You are so cruel. Then tell me how to cancel the master-servant contract."

"Cancel the master-servant contract?"

Lao Deng was very surprised. Her old face showed a somewhat exaggerated and incredible expression, but her childlike clear blue eyes were filled with a mischievous smile.

"Good God," she asked, smiling, "what does that mean? Could it be that..."

"——Could it be that our smartest and cutest Dawn and Dusk Witch in the entire Pan-Continent accidentally signed a master-servant contract with someone and became a well-behaved little maid of some lucky guy?"

Her tone didn't sound sarcastic at all, but Lacele felt like an overheated boiler, about to burst into steam.

"How is it possible!" She pretended to be calm and denied it decisively. "Besides, if I really... really signed a master-servant contract with someone and became someone's little maid, I'm so cute, how, how is it possible..."

Lacie originally wanted to say that she was so cute and spoke so sweetly. If she really became someone's maid, how could that person be willing to let her out? He would probably put a collar on her and imprison her in the room day and night until she surrendered and begged for mercy.

But she finally came to her senses and was not so stupid as to say such stupid things.

Moreover, there is Charles——

Didn't she sign a master-servant contract with Charles, but Charles didn't lock her up?

So Lacey said:

"Anyway, I didn't sign a master-servant contract with anyone else. I've always used that thing as a familiar contract - it's with a friend of mine."

She said without any guilt:

"I have a friend who accidentally used this spell prototype to sign a contract with someone else, but something unexpected happened during the process. In the end, inexplicably, she and the person she signed the contract with had the dual identities of master and servant."

"Old Deng, if this is the case, what should we do to terminate the contract?"

What she didn't expect was that after she described the situation truthfully, even Lao Deng stopped teasing her and instead showed an interested expression.

Lacey suddenly felt a little panicked.

Because this is not a good sign - just like when you go to see a doctor, the old Chinese doctor who takes your pulse suddenly frowns and starts flipping through the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine.

It’s just a master-servant contract, it shouldn’t be that difficult to resolve, right?

But it seemed difficult to solve, because Lao Deng actually said to her:

"This is the first time I've heard of such a thing... The spell prototype of this contract has not yet been put into use, and few people know its specific effects. I didn't expect such a problem to occur..."

As Lao Deng spoke, he narrowed his eyes, stared at Lacier, and said:

"Hmm... let me see..."

She turned Lacie over and over and looked at her carefully, until Lacie began to feel nervous, and then she looked away.

"I see," Old Deng slowly leaned back into his armchair, "I understand."

Lacier subconsciously wanted to ask her what she understood, but before Lacier could open her mouth, Lao Deng said:

"No wonder the little guy gave up on further research. Things like contracts are really better when they are old-fashioned. An old guy like me who is about to die will always make people feel more at ease than you little guys, right?"