Chapter 142
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Programmer?
The dark elf recalled for a few seconds and found that she had never heard of such a profession or race in the world.
But her Sleeping Hex had little effect on Josiah. The moment Josiah fell, she also relaxed her vigilance a little, but it cost her.
Josiah grabbed her hand directly in an instant. She wanted to break free, but she found that her arm was like a Titan Python wrapped around it. The strength was so strong that she couldn't break free at all.
The racial ability of the Chaos Demon was far above the dark elf. Even if the dark elf had vigorous skills and countless insidious and cunning magic, she couldn't break free from Josiah's restraint at this time.
This time, the unfriendly handshake only lasted for a few seconds.
In these few seconds, the Dark Elf could only feel her palm being filled with a cold aura. Pain accompanied the cold aura as it surged into her palm.
She had a feeling that her soul was torn out.
Josiah let go of her hand, and she stepped back a few steps in an instant until she was against the wall behind her. Then, she glanced at her palm.
A scarlet mark appeared on her palm. The shape of this mark was almost the same as the mark belonging to the Venerated Skeleton on Josiah's palm.
"I wanted to negotiate with you in a more friendly way, but it seems impossible."
Josiah's body overflowed with gray magic, which was full of disorderly magic. It instantly broke the Sleeping Hex cast by the dark elf on Josiah. Even the last bit of sleepiness faded from Josiah.
"So, I can only use this slightly rough method …"
The dark elf covered the mark on her palm with her other hand, trying to eliminate this strange mark with magic, but the result was a failure.
The content of the mark was not complicated, but its owner had far more power than this dark elf.
"Sir Josiah, you are branded with the Lich's mark. Anyone can't stay calm …"
The dark elf gave up relying on her own ability to remove the mark on her hand because she had no time. Due to Josiah's intervention, the spellcaster who fell unconscious on the ground gradually woke up.
This was no longer a suitable place to talk with Josiah. A dim Grey Fog filled her body. She was ready to change her appearance back to that of Mrs. Sizer's confidant to deceive the knights outside.
This time, the transformation did not go smoothly. The Dark Elf's disguise extended all the way to the mark on her palm. Her disguise was like a cracked glass, shattering the moment it came into contact with the mark.
The loss of her camouflage did not make the dark elf panic. She immediately pulled out her dagger, turned around, and put her hand on the door handle of the projection room.
She intended to break out and leave the Falosi Mansion by force. With the dark elf's back, she was absolutely sure that she could escape from the knights guarding outside.
But the moment the dark elf's hand touched the door handle, Josiah's voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"If you leave like this, you won't be able to get the sample of This Demon Is Not Too Cold in the future. I don't think Duchess Blackwood will make the same mistake twice."
As expected, this sentence caused the Dark Elf's movements to freeze. It seemed that Josh had guessed correctly. The reason she had gone through so much trouble to get into the screening room was for the sample of "This Demon Isn't Too Cold".
The dark elf put away the dagger and turned to look at the spellcaster who was gradually waking up. Her fingertips once again drew the same inscription, and the poor spellcaster fell into a deep sleep again.
She really needed the raw crystal that stored "This Demon Isn't Too Cold". In addition to her promise to bring the sample of "This Demon Isn't Too Cold" back to the Demon Realm, she also needed to rely on this movie to suppress the side effects of her abilities.
The Court of Heresy did give her many powerful abilities, but the side effects of these abilities were fatal.
When she was still in the Court of Heresy, she could rely on the singing of Saintess Heroria to resist those crazy whispers. After betraying the Court of Heresy, she found a place full of flowers and sat quietly for a whole day to eliminate these side effects.
However, this movie This Demon Is Not Too Cold could eliminate the negative emotions in her heart in a short time. The dark elf could be sure that she would not get tired of this movie even if she watched it ten more times.
"Lord Josiah, do you have … the raw crystal that stored this movie?"
She glanced at the raw crystal that was protected by the magic barrier. Originally, she thought that Josiah had already "sold" the movie to the duchess.
"Of course, Mrs. Sizer is just an 'agent' and 'investor'," said Josiah.
"I need one."
The dark elf weighed the pros and cons. She could not use magic to break the barrier with Josiah present, not to mention that there was a dangerous mark on her palm.
The chaos magic attached to this mark made it impossible for her to perform any spell-casting movements with her entire left hand.
So at this time, the dark elf had to compromise.
"Although according to the principle, a movie will not be sold on DVD until a few months after its release, but seeing that you are a special customer, I can make an exception and sell you the raw crystal that stored This Demon Is Not Too Cold in advance," said Josiah.
"Then … what's the price?"
The dark elf did not care what Josiah meant by "DVD."
She was not stupid. The value of this movie was far beyond anyone's imagination. Whether it was the economic benefits after its release or the influence, it would bring unimaginable benefits to the producer of this movie.
But this premise was based on the screening rights of This Demon Is Not Too Cold. It was only shown in theaters permitted by the producer.
"The price? Let me think about it. Originally, if you are willing to join my entertainment company, I can share some interesting things with you, but unfortunately … Miss Dark Elf, you have successfully worn away my trust in you. But for the sake of you solving the trouble of the Court of Heresy for me, I will sell it to you at a 50% discount."
Josiah spread his hands. In Josiah's palm, the mark belonging to the Venerated Skeleton glowed slightly. The dark elf also felt the mark on her palm began to hurt slightly.
"The price is your soul, how about it?"
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