Elaine's Comfort (2)

The direction was set, and they had money, but Drogo was now feeling a bit uneasy. He was worried about their identities: one was a foreigner who fell from the sky, and the other was a cute little fox girl. Drogo couldn't even believe it himself that this combination could pass by unnoticed and without attracting anyone's attention.

Especially Elaine, after witnessing her anger towards Chandler that led to his demise, Drogo knew the power of Elaine, which was on the level of a disaster. But recognizing the problem and solving the problem were two different things, and at least up until now, as he was about to step into the human world, Drogo had not yet thought of a proper solution.

"Perhaps, I can only hope that the so-called law can be effective..." Drogo comforted himself as he looked back at Elaine, who had fallen asleep.

Just as Drogo was about to order the skeleton warrior to guard the surroundings while he rested, he suddenly felt a slight warmth in his chest. This lifted Drogo's spirits, and he remembered something. He looked back again to confirm that Elaine had already fallen asleep, but to his surprise, she had gotten up and walked away.

Drogo walked a considerable distance before stopping. There was a strange smile on his lips.

"You're already awake, so come out," he said.

It was a quiet night with no one around, and Drogo's words seemed like he was talking to himself. But as he finished speaking, a strange light emerged from his chest and twisted and expanded into the shape of a woman. She was a hot and spicy beauty, with only three points of clothing, and the only eerie thing about her was that she looked unreal, like a phantom.

"Hehe, I thought you wouldn't wake up for a while, Wynne," Drogo said.

The person who appeared in front of Drogo was Wynne, the woman he met in his consciousness when he accepted the inheritance. She was the one who tricked Matthew, the general of the underworld, and was determined to grab Drogo as her last straw to save herself and complete what Matthew could not. However, Drogo did not succumb to her threats and cajoles.

In the end, Wynne's desire to leave forced her to agree to Drogo's "outrageous" condition, which was to sign a master-servant contract with Drogo, with him as the master and her as the servant.

"Master," Wynne appeared and was about to call Drogo by name but immediately changed her words and called him "master" after seeing the smile on his face.

This is the power of the contract. Even though Wynne used to be a general in the underworld and had extraordinary strength, in front of the contract, she could only obey when Drogo had the intention.

"Haha, not bad, call me one more time and listen."

Seeing Drogo's big open mouth, Wynne felt angry and a strong sense of shame. But she had to listen obediently. She bowed and saluted again, and said, "Master."

"Haha, Master? I never thought that one day someone would call me that." After letting Wynne call him one more time, Drogo's expression became very strange, and he shook his head fiercely, as if he was thinking of something he didn't want to recall. "But from now on, don't call me that way. You can call me by my name or call me Young Master."

"Yes, Young Master."

Wynne was a little happy that she didn't have to call him "Master" anymore, at least she didn't have to endure this feeling of humiliation. As for whether to call him by name or Young Master, Wynne cleverly chose the latter.

She didn't want to imagine what would happen if she called Drogo by his name and angered him. After all, she had no power to resist Drogo's orders now.

"Young Master, the thing you promised me..."

"Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely do it. When you need something, just tell me, and I'll get it for you no matter what." Without waiting for Wynne to thank him, Drogo suddenly asked, "But I remember you said you would sleep for a very long time, so why did you wake up so early?"

Drogo felt puzzled because Wynne's appearance before him, breaking through the seal in this way, had come at a great cost. A long period of deep sleep was one of them.

However, when Wynne heard Drogo's question, she also had the same confusion on her face.

"The power of the contract allowed my soul to escape the seal, but it also suffered great trauma. I was supposed to sleep for a long time before waking up. However, I don't know why, a few days ago, about seven days ago, I suddenly felt that the trauma on my soul was recovering very quickly. And just now, I woke up..."

Drogo could tell that Wynne, like himself, didn't understand what had happened. But when Wynne mentioned seven days ago, Drogo furrowed his brow. That was the day he and Elaine encountered the Poisonous Arrow Armored Beast. But what could have happened on that day to restore Wynne's damaged soul? Drogo had no idea.

"Well, it's good that you woke up earlier. But..."

Drogo paused, making Wynne nervous. Then he said, "But for now, I can't help you. My strength is still far behind Matthew's. Besides, I have my own problems to deal with first."

Wynne breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Drogo would go back on his promise and forget about helping her. But now he only said it was temporarily impossible, which was nothing compared to the infinite years she had been sealed away. She had survived that long, so she didn't care about this small "temporarily."

"Yes, young master. Your current strength indeed can't help me. But I can help you with that."

"Oh?"

Drogo's eyes lit up. Although he only had the fifth-order magic power, he was a necromancer. For hundreds of years, there had been only one necromancer on the road, the late Matthew. Not to mention that he needed to surpass Matthew's strength to fulfill his promise to Wynne. Even to live in this world where strength was everything, he needed to become stronger.

But how could he become stronger without guidance or experience? Now, with Wynne, he had a teacher who was absolutely extraordinary in the field of death magic. Even Matthew had learned death magic from Wynne, which showed how incredible she was. With her as a teacher, he would be stronger than any famous teacher, and she would be an obedient teacher, which was hard to find.

After inquiring further, Drogo learned that Wynne's current state could not last for too long. Each time she was summoned, she could only stay for about half an hour. Additionally, because Wynne was only in a soul state, many of her original abilities could not be used, which was not good news for Drogo.

After Wynne woke up, Drogo was surprised but also had a great idea. He could use Wynne's powerful illusions to protect himself and Elaine. At the very least, he could use her to create an illusion of Elaine as a human girl, which would reduce their troubles significantly. He even thought of another use for illusions, which was to disguise the skeleton warrior as a human warrior. If he could do that, Drogo could display his powerful abilities without revealing his identity as a necromancer. However, all these ideas were shattered by Wynne's current situation.

After hearing Drogo's sighs, Wynne suddenly smiled. This smile was enchanting and made Drogo wonder if the female underworld general was really unable to use her abilities, as she seemed to be using some kind of charm.

"You don't need to worry about this, young master. That kind of illusion is just child's play. I can teach you the spell directly," said Wynne.

Drogo was thrilled and quickly asked Wynne to teach him this useful skill. However, after Wynne explained the details of the spell and gestures, Drogo was dumbfounded.

"This...this is child's play? Even the advanced necromancy spell, Black Knight Summoning, is not as complex as this!" exclaimed Drogo.

Before, when Wynne said that the illusion was simple, Drogo thought he could immediately grasp it. But he did not expect Wynne's idea of simplicity to be so different from his own. The esoteric and complicated spell, the strange and tricky gestures, if it weren't for Drogo's exceptional memory, he feared he would not even be able to memorize the basics.

"What's wrong, master? Your spiritual power is incredibly strong, using this kind of illusion magic should be easy, why isn't it working?" Wynne was puzzled, while Drogo was frustrated. He thought he had solved an important problem, but in the end, he failed to execute the magic properly even with knowledge of the incantation and gestures.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Drogo was about to ask Wynne for more detailed explanations or simpler alternatives, when suddenly Wynne disappeared.

At the same time, Drogo felt a slight warmth on his chest, the medium through which he could summon Wynne.

"Damn, is this how a servant behaves? Just leaving without a word..." Drogo complained, but then heard a soft voice behind him.

"Drogo, big brother, what are you doing?"