Master-Servant Contract (2)

Wynne heard this and thought that the other party was not as uninterested in power as she had previously thought, which meant that there was hope.

"Your natural mental strength is already very strong, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to withstand Matthew's inheritance crystal as an ordinary person. But even so, the power you can ultimately obtain is only at the level of a fourth-tier Necromancer. It's impossible for you to leave the King's Forest alive with this level of power," Wynne said, telling the truth. Because of the special nature of Necromancy, Necromancers are generally more powerful than natural mages of the same level. However, the fourth-tier level was only the level of a novice mage, and with such limited power, it was indeed impossible to leave the King's Forest alive.

Upon hearing Wynne's confirmation, Drogo didn't feel too disappointed. Being able to survive until now was already a miracle, not just one but many. As for whether he could leave or not, that was something to be discussed later.

"Oh, I see," Drogo replied with his usual indifferent tone. Wynne was taken aback and couldn't guess Drogo's thoughts at all. So she continued along her train of thought and said, "If you want to leave alive, I can help you. As long as you..."

"Stop talking!" Drogo waved his hand and interrupted Wynne again. "No matter what, I will not act according to your will. Stop dreaming."

Wynne was surprised. From the beginning until now, Drogo had spoken and behaved very amicably. Even though he didn't have much respect for her as the general of the underworld, he had never used such a firm tone before. This was the first time. Wynne couldn't figure out why Drogo would disregard his own life and be so firm and decisive in refusing her request when he knew he couldn't survive without her help.

Of course, she didn't know that Drogo had come here, although the process was particularly strange, essentially to escape the oppression and imprisonment of an evil person. At the moment Drogo thought he was going to die, his thought was that in his next life he would have to control his own life and no longer be at the mercy of anyone. Wynne's offer was certainly tempting, but it touched his bottom line. Freedom was more important than survival.

Suddenly, Drogo laughed, a very elegant, gentlemanly, and classy laugh. "You are the general of the underworld and not a human?"

Wynne was feeling restless and uneasy, so she snorted, "Hmph, yes. I, as the general of the underworld, report directly to the Lord of the Underworld. Humans are only our servants."

"Do you want to leave here?"

"Of course."

Wynne nodded subconsciously, but then she was stunned. How could he ask this question? Did he realize something? Was he going to agree to her conditions? But she hadn't even said what her conditions were yet.

"I have found a way from Matthew's memory that may help you leave here and break this seal," Drogo said.

"What is it?" Wynne asked casually, even a bit weakly. She didn't think Drogo was serious. When Matthew became a necromancer, his soul completely appeared in front of her, and she didn't remember him knowing any method to help her escape. As for Drogo himself, this guy was originally an ordinary person without any magic, so it was even less likely that he knew any unsealing methods.

"I found something very interesting called a contract. Since you're not human, as long as we sign a master-servant contract, I can take you away," said Drogo.

Wynne was taken aback at first, but then her eyes lit up and she felt overjoyed. Although signing a master-servant contract wouldn't truly release her from her seal, her consciousness could accompany Drogo, her servant, and observe the world. Even if it was just wandering around, it could be considered a form of liberation.

What's more, because of the contract, Drogo would not be able to disobey her commands. She could force him to complete the unfinished task that Matthew left behind, which would truly break the seal. The only problem was that Drogo's strength needed to be comparable to Matthew's, but with Matthew's memories and her guidance, even if Drogo was a magic idiot, it was only a matter of time.

These thoughts coincided with her previous ideas, but she was forcibly rejected by Drogo before she had the chance to voice them.

"Haha, you finally understand. Very good, very good. It's an honor for you to become my servant, the Seventh General of the Underworld, Wynne. I will make sure you have the most powerful force in the world and endless glory and wealth."

Wynne laughed wildly in ecstasy, even shocking Drogo, who laughed even louder than her.

"You're really stupid. It's true that we'll sign a contract, and it's true that it's a master-servant contract, but I'll be the master, and you'll be the servant."

Wynne's laughter came to an abrupt halt, and anger appeared on her face for the first time. Meanwhile, Drogo felt his legs go numb and shifted to the same gentlemanly posture in another direction.

The dark red space trembled and gradually became illusory. This consciousness space was about to collapse, indicating that Drogo's body was about to wake up...