Chapter 0143 Who is the boss?

Just as Alice was staring at Grim expressionlessly, while her mind was constantly thinking wildly, a green-skinned goblin poked his head out from behind him and looked at Alice suspiciously and warily.

"Okay, Kirby, this is the Alice I'm talking about. From today on, she will be my exclusive maid. Your task is to teach her the necessary maid etiquette. I hope to see her on the job as soon as possible. . Okay, take her away!”

It was like a bolt from the blue, which instantly made Alice feel dizzy, and stars were dancing in front of her eyes. Is this bastard really planning to use a quasi-witch with a rare spatial talent like himself as a maid?

Alice, who had always tried to keep her composure, turned red and glared fiercely at this self-righteous...master.

"What, do you have any objections, Alice?" The smile on Grim's face became more and more weird: "Did you make it very clear before the fight that you regard me as your master? Why can't you even work as a maid now? Can’t you do it?”

"You... are... very... good..." Alice squeezed out a few words through her teeth, angrily wrapped her body in a blanket, gritted her teeth and got out of bed.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Alice felt tremendous pain emanating from her limbs and every corner of her body. This made her sway uncontrollably and almost stumbled. However, facing a little loli with an angelic face, Greem remained unmoved and showed no sign of wanting to reach out to help her.

After all, Alice is a quasi-witch who takes the elemental route. In terms of physical fitness, she is far from comparable to Grim, whose body has become elemental. So far, Alice's physical fitness has not exceeded 10 points, which also makes her physical recovery ability even worse than those of senior apprentices who are known for their physical fitness.

He gritted his teeth and left Grim's residence, and Goblin Kirby's room was right next door.

As soon as she entered Kirby's room, the expressions of pain, resentment, and humiliation disappeared from Alice's face, replaced by the same arrogance and domineering look. Even the timid look she had just now disappeared, as if the pain all over her body couldn't affect her at all.

"I need a better healing potion, and I also need Aso water that can remove scars. In addition, I'm hungry, so I asked them to prepare mushroom trout rolls, golden roast goose and chevron tea. Remember, trout It must be a devil trout from the dark abyss, and you can only choose three tentacles on the lower jaw... Also, the honey brushed on the surface of the golden roast goose must be snow bee honey from the East Coast, and..."

As the owner of the room, Goblin Kirby's mouth grew bigger and bigger. When he heard the last word, he jumped three feet high in anger, waved his fists and roared loudly: "Delusion, you arrogant little human being! You are the big goblin here!" This is Master Kirby's territory, and you are just the master's new maid. I came earlier than you, so you must..."

Goblin Kirby's roar could not continue because Alice had already torn open a small space rift and kicked it in.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when Alice reopened the space rift and released Kirby, the cloth robe on its body had become rags like a wandering beggar, and the skin behind it was full of traces of fangs and claws. And from the other end of the spatial rift, the howls and howls of wolves continued to be heard.

Just from the fact that all the scars on Goblin Kirby's back were on his back, Alice instantly judged his character. Smoothing the space crack casually, she said coldly: "Now you know who is the boss in this room, right? If the group of split-tooth wolves just now can't satisfy you, I can send you to the lair of the bipedal dragon. Go inside!”

Although the Splittooth Wolf can only be regarded as an entry-level monster and its attack power is not worth mentioning, for a goblin like Kirby who has no attack power and only has three or two disguised escape skills, it is already a scourge. If you throw it to a wyvern with an amazing sense of smell, it will be difficult for it to come back intact!

The next second, Goblin Kirby knelt on the ground, hugged Alice's smooth calf and howled loudly: "Boss, boss, boss, you are the boss here...I will obey you in everything from now on..."

Alice kicked it in disgust and frowned: "Go! Prepare clothes, food and healing potions for me. Later when I am eating, I want you to tell the story about you and that bastard... guy!"

The backlash of the witchcraft contract in her soul made Alice pause for a moment, and she had to change her name for that "bastard" to the more neutral "guy", otherwise the stinging pain deep in her soul would not even affect her. No witch is immune.

God knows, the devil knows, in order to better restrain that "guy", I deliberately selected a contract scroll with the best witchcraft effect from my grandma's private collection. Now... now he is tied up tightly. How can this not make Alice angry?

Only by better understanding the enemy can we defeat the enemy at the minimum cost!

Alice made up her mind. From now on, she would never look down on that hateful bastard... oh... guy. She will patiently and carefully understand everything about that guy, and then... Humph, don't try to restrict the great one with a rubbish contract... Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it really hurts!

As the loser in the bet, Alice's every word and deed must be bound and constrained by a powerful contract. Once the thought of being disrespectful or harmful to her "master" comes to her mind, the origin of her soul will suffer varying degrees of backlash from the contract. If such backlash occurs too frequently, it will cause irreparable horrific damage to the origin of her soul.

At that time, her future career as a witch would be cut short!

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The mental fluctuations that occurred on the other side of the contract inevitably affected Greem.

Not even a quarter of an hour after being separated from that little girl, the strange fluctuations transmitted through the contract had already reached 17 times. However, most of them were small fluctuations such as curses and disrespect, so Greem simply handed over the execution of the contract to the chip, and then blocked the direct spiritual connection between the contract and himself.

With that little girl's arrogance and arrogance, she won't stop until she gets a bloody blow. Therefore, Greem's instruction to the chip is to give full feedback. Any disrespect will be punished through the contract, and there will be no delay or tolerance.

Just when he had finished dealing with this difficult little girl, the fragrant breeze blew from behind him, and a hot and soft body pressed against his back.

"Grim, why don't you leave that Alice to me for training! I will definitely make her obedient, and I guarantee it will be more effective than that witchcraft contract." Mary's voice full of charm sounded in her ears. , which is also mixed with a wheezing and thin nasal sound.

Oh, here comes another one!

Greem almost couldn't help but rub his head.

"Mary, I solemnly warn you, don't try to turn Alice into your blood slave!" Greem solemnly said: "Alice's identity is still a mystery, but she must have something to do with the group of witches in the north. You Although the blood slave created through First Embrace is extremely binding, it is not without its flaws. As long as you, the blood source, are killed, your control over Alice's soul will naturally disappear. So if there is anything wrong with Alice. In other words, you are applying for a death quota for yourself!"

"I understand, I understand! I won't be so stupid as to compete with you for a woman. But..." Mary licked her red lips excitedly: "Is it okay if I suck a little of her blood?"

Grim sighed softly.

"Haven't you seen it yet? I'm afraid this Alice has just become a quasi-witch and she can't wait to come to fight with me. She hasn't even nursed her body and spirit to the best condition. If you go to suck her at this time, I'm afraid she will She'll be back as a senior apprentice in a minute. Don't mess around, we need to train her! Her skills play a vital role in my plan!"

"I can't suck this, and I can't suck that. How can I improve my strength like this? No, I have to find a suitable apprenticeship again. I have much more freedom outside than here!" Mary said with her naturally fiery temper. After doing that, he turned around and left Grim's residence, heading straight to the mission hall.

Greem sighed, took out a witchcraft book, spread it out on the table and started reading silently.

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Level 5 of Swamp Tower.

In a dark and gloomy secret room, Anderson waved away the magic water mirror in front of him, with a hesitant look on his face.

"Wizard-level elemental puppet? How did this kid do it? In my memory, there has never been a precedent for a wizard apprentice to be able to control a wizard-level puppet or wizard beast beyond the level. If someone does it forcefully, I am afraid that alone The need to summon can instantly drain his mental power and turn him into a brain-depleted idiot. But this kid did it easily! Maybe, I should find a puppet master to identify his summoning crystal cores. Is there anything special about it?”

After thinking for a while, Anderson touched his hands in front of his face, and the void showed the scene in another secret room like a mirror.

This is a magical secret room that is almost isolated from the outside world. The floor in the center of the secret room is densely etched with complex and abnormal rune lines and secret magic arrays. There are countless weird words and symbols that are mutated and twisted like tadpoles, and many of them are mysterious knowledge that has never appeared in the outside world.

Although the witch formation is complicated and mysterious, all the runes, talisman formations, and witch rings wrapped up in layers ultimately point to three core nodes, where there are three things that look like torture chairs standing upright.

Judging from the overall layout, this should be a vicious witch formation that combines wizard promotion rituals and the absorption of life energy. The two torture chairs on the periphery are the source of energy that drives the operation of the entire witch formation. It seems that they are also prepared for Entik and Mary. As long as the two of them are forcibly promoted to wizards through special witchcraft rituals, then the subsequent witchcraft array will squeeze out all their life essence, and then gather it into the central witchcraft ring of the witchcraft circle.

By then, nourished by the flesh, blood, and talents of the two new wizards, Anderson will most likely break through the level threshold that has held him back for so long, making him a powerful second-level wizard in one fell swoop. chapter;