The Draconic Beastman slightly shrank back, fear visible in his eyes.
"Okay, first question, your name."
"Xiuban, Sir, my name is Xiuban Uranus!" The Draconic Beastman really understood the common language, but his accent was a bit heavy and he couldn't hear it clearly.
"Uranus? Turns out you are a Highland Beastman … "The surname Uranus was a typical Highland Beastman surname. They had lived in the Dark Highland for generations, and their dark red skin and thin stature were the most obvious signs of them.
"Sir, you … You know about the Highland Beastmen?" The Draconic Beastman was clearly startled.
"Of course I know …" Lin Yun curled his lips, thinking, 'Not only do I know about the Highland Beastmen, I also know that you scoundrels are known as the rats of the Beastmen. For countless years, the two major forces of the Dark Highland have been using all kinds of derogatory terms on you scoundrels. What scoundrels, what despicable, what sneaky, what filthy … Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are asking me if I know about such a well-known reputation …'
"Second question, why are you in Edge Rift?"
It would have been better if Lin Yun hadn't asked, but when he did, Xiuban burst into tears.
"Sir, save me, save me …" Xiuban hugged Lin Yun 'calf, wiping his tears and snot on his new robe while weeping as he accused the Blade Trolls, "I … I was caught by those damned Blade Trolls, Sir, save me, save me! Those damned Blade Trolls killed seven of my brothers and eight sisters, it was my turn! Fortunately, Sir appeared in time, please take pity on me and send me back to the Dark Highland, our tribe would be grateful to you …"
"Is that so? I'm afraid they would use stone axes and stone spears to thank me …" Lin Yun kicked the Draconic Beastman to the side, "Speak, where is the Ancestral Tool of the Blade Trolls?"
"Ancestral Tool?" Xiuban, who originally wanted to pounce again, immediately took a few steps back when he heard those words, a vigilant expression appearing on his face. "What Ancestral Tool?"
"Looks like you don't want to talk about it …" Lin Yun smiled and didn't pursue the matter. He only took out a potion from his pocket and said, "Then drink it."
After taking it, the Draconic Beastman subconsciously asked, "What is this?"
"Sleeping Potion. One bottle will make you sleep for eight hours. During these eight hours, you won't feel any pain, even if I'm dissecting you."
"…" The Draconic Beastman held his breath and threw the glass bottle back as if it wasn't a potion, but rather a viper ready to bite at any time.
"I'll ask again, where is the ancestral artifact of the Blade Troll? If your answer still doesn't satisfy me, I have more than ten ways to make you drink this sleeping potion."
"It's … It's on me."
"Very good." Lin Yun smiled with satisfaction and extended his hand. "Hand it over."
"I spent a lot of effort to find this …" Xiuban reluctantly fished out a necklace from his pocket. The necklace was made from the teeth of all kinds of wild beasts, and there seemed to be about thirty to forty of them. When Lin Yun held the necklace in his hand, he seemed to hear a rumbling sound, as if countless beasts were running through the forest, or as if millions of beast souls were howling within the necklace.
Lin Yun knew that this was the power of the necklace itself. He promptly shook his head and put the Ancestral Tool in his pocket before kicking Xiuban. "You spent a lot of effort to steal it …"
"Isn't stealing and looking the same …" the Draconic Beastman mumbled.
But Lin Yun didn't have time to pay attention to him. He only poured mana into the Soul Walker. "Sir Shawn, I'll leave it to you."
"Who are you trying to trick this time?" Shawn's half-real, half-illusory silhouette gradually appeared in the carriage. His voice sounded even more lazy, completely different from when he was in the prince tomb.
In Shawn's words, this was the lazy temperament brought about by a superior lifestyle.
When he signed the contract with Lin Yun, Shawn was extremely unwilling. He felt that a Great Mage like Lin Yun couldn't afford to support a True Spirit Magic Tool like him.
Lin Yun hadn't expected that human Great Mage's ability to far exceed Shawn's imagination. He had never interrupted Shawn's supply of mana, and not long ago, he had even negotiated a business deal that might result in a few dozen spirit mana crystals.
This time, Shawn finally knew that this Great Mage wasn't lying. He could truly recover his peak power in his hands. Although his attitude was still as arrogant as before, whenever Lin Yun asked him to write a contract, he would always be very cooperative.
Naturally, Shawn was a bit dissatisfied this time. He only had to deceive a Beastman this time!
How could a Beastman with such low intelligence need Shawn's help?
Shawn didn't even think about it as he took a piece of magic parchment from Lin Yun's hands. He stretched out his claws and quickly wrote an incomparably harsh slave contract.
Lin Yun took the slave contract and looked at it. He couldn't help inwardly admiring Shawn's progress.
"Xiuban, right?" Lin Yun squeezed out a friendly smile and put the slave contract in front of Xiuban. "We Humans aren't the same as you Beastmen. We Humans pay attention to fair exchange. Just now, I saved you from an evil mage outside, so in exchange, you should sign this slave contract … No, sign this contract …"
"Sir … Sir, please let me off …" Xiuban took the magic parchment and saw that it was filled with Nesser Runes. He immediately shook his head.
He couldn't even understand it, so how could Xiuban dare to sign it?
"Naturally, it's fine if you don't want to sign, you can use your organs to exchange. I've always wanted to research the difference between a Beastman's heart and a human's. Oh, right, kidneys are also possible. Maybe I can crack the secret of the Beastmen's low fertility. At that time, you would become a hero of millions of Beastmen. You would use your kidneys to exchange for the prosperity of your entire race, how great of a contribution would that be, and …"
Every time Lin Yun mentioned an organ, Xiuban's face paled a bit, and when it came to the stomach, Xiuban was already going crazy.
"I'll sign!"
…
The sky gradually darkened. Lys had already sent someone to inform them that the team would be resting in the Silver Moon Mercenary Group's camp. Lin Yun and William Merlin were both mages, so they were used to using deep meditation to replace rest. Thus, the two didn't leave the carriage and directly entered deep meditation.
As for Xiuban …
Before Lin Yun entered deep meditation, he directly released the Upper Rank Flame Spirit, Syudos.
It turned out that the Highland Beastmen, known as the rats among the Beastmen, were truly untrustworthy.
At first, Xiuban was still hiding in the corner of the carriage with a fearful expression, afraid that the evil Human Mage would think of some way to torture him. But after waiting for almost an hour, Xiuban gradually discovered that the evil Human Mage had closed his eyes and hadn't opened them again.
Xiuban suddenly recalled that this was the meditation the Elders had mentioned?
Thus, Xiuban quickly recalled that the Elders had said that after a mage entered a meditation state, it was equivalent to entering a spiritual world. Although Xiuban didn't know what the spiritual world was, it should be a kind of state that couldn't be disturbed.
As he thought of this, Xiuban decided to probe.
At first, Xiuban pretended to be careless and touched the door of the carriage, making some slight noises. But after a few tries, Xiuban discovered that the evil Human Mage really didn't react. He rejoiced and tried to get up, taking two steps inside the carriage.
'Aha, still no reaction!'
This time, Xiuban's courage started growing …
The Draconic Beastman stealthily moved over and quietly opened the door.
The air of freedom was truly wonderful, the outside world was so vast …
Xiuban felt that this was his best opportunity to escape. The evil Human Mage and his slow companion had undoubtedly entered that meditation state. If he didn't escape now, when would he be able to?
As for the flames released by the evil Human Mage …
Xiuban knew that. In the Dark Highland, he had seen many Human Mages use that kind of flame to illuminate the area. Was it called Light or Light?
In any case, it didn't have any destructive power …
The door of the carriage was slowly pushed open, and Xiuban's two feet were already outside. As long as he jumped, he would be able to breathe in the free air. Thinking of this, the Draconic Beastman impatiently stomped on the ground.
Then, a blood-curdling scream echoed.
In that split second, Xiuban felt his entire soles burning. He looked down and saw that the ground under his feet had unexpectedly turned into lava. Fortunately, his Draconic Bloodline gave Xiuban powerful fire immunity, and when he stepped into the lava, he was only half-cooked.
The Draconic Beastman was horrified and promptly raised his foot.
Unfortunately, it was already too late …
Just as Xiuban let out a blood-curdling scream, that seemingly Light flame had already turned into a Flame Shackle that quickly coiled around and firmly bound the Draconic Beastman.
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