Bloody Mary realized that ever since its almost immortal ability was discovered, it was used more and more frequently, especially when the contract was changed and didn't require any cost. Wherever there was danger, Bloody Mary's voice would appear.
On top of that, Bloody Mary was certain that if it was possible, its contractor would use it 24 hours a day, every day without rest.
"Stingy capitalist!
"Cruel exploiter!"
Heartless slave owner! "
…
Description after description was tossed onto Kieran's head by the High Demon Crown.
No doubt, if Kieran had the heart to check the description, he would have seen it clearly.
But!
Bloody Mary didn't care.
Not only did it belong to Kieran from the inside out, but it was also working like a donkey. Since it had come to this, shouldn't Bloody Mary complain a little? Was there any justice left in this world?
Of course, Bloody Mary knew it would be very useful to its contractor.
Given its contractor's character, under the premise that Bloody Mary was useful, his tolerance level would increase.
But it didn't mean there was no limit.
So, after a few complaints, Bloody Mary placed its attention on the matter at hand.
Bait!
Using Rorl as bait, or more precisely, using Rorl as a symbol and Kieran as the bait.
Bloody Mary had quite the confidence in luring Rorl out.
As long as Server III didn't die, Rorl would show up.
No faction had the slightest tolerance for traitors.
Especially when the traitor had a certain identity and held a certain amount of information.
As for Server III turning into a statue?
Other than Rorl, its contractor, and the coward beside him, no one else knew about it.
"The strong always control the fate of the weak.
Even death is not an option for the weak. "
Rorl sighed heavily after his persuasion failed.
Living in fear for the past few days was enough to raise doubts in a powerful person's heart. Moreover, Rorl wasn't a so-called powerful person. He entered the big city out of impulse, and a newbie's trial made him realize the reality. He would rather hide at the edge of the iron chariot and struggle on with his last breath.
Did you expect such a person to rise up and catch up?
It might be possible.
But it had not appeared on Lorr.
He only wished to run back to his room and never come out.
The gigantic city was too dangerous.
It was even more dangerous than a dungeon world.
He would rather die in the dungeon world than stay here.
Just like a condemned prisoner on the execution ground.
When he pulled the trigger for the first time and the bullet did not shoot out, he felt a little scared. But when he thought of his identity and the fact that he was about to be shot a second time, he really felt despair. But what made him feel even more despair was that when he pulled the trigger for the second time, no bullet was shot out.
If the other party was given a chance to speak, he would definitely wail and beg for a quick death.
"Death?"
"That is the greatest forgiveness."
"The scariest thing is …"
"After you die, you have to come back to life and work for others."
Bloody Mary curled its lips in disdain when it heard Rorl's exclamation.
What was one death?
How many times had it died?
His chest was pierced, his head was chopped off, he was riddled with bullets, and he was blown to pieces by bombs …
Scene after scene, incident after incident.
Other than grumbling in a low voice, had it ever sighed?
How pretentious!
After commenting on Rorl, Bloody Mary scanned the surroundings.
If there was anything that made Bloody Mary happy when it carried out its contractor's mission, it would be seeing different things.
Under the protection of the contract, Bloody Mary could touch the sun and feel warmth.
Compared to that gloomy, damp, and gloomy cave, Bloody Mary even felt a sense of happiness.
"If only I didn't die so many times!"
Bloody Mary added in its heart.
It could come back to life after death.
However, the pain of death and the memory of death still existed.
The memories of countless deaths were enough to make anyone collapse.
If Bloody Mary wasn't special to begin with, it would have vanished into thin air.
"Let me have a taste of this."
Bloody Mary pointed at a restaurant beside the street and said to Rorl.
"What?"
Rorl was stunned.
Obviously, Rorl never thought Bloody Mary would let him treat him.
One needed to know that Rorl was a bad player, he wished he could split the Points he had into ten portions.
Bloody Mary didn't even care about Rorl and walked over.
Rorl wished he could split the Points he had into ten portions, but Bloody Mary didn't even have a single Point.
Kieran had a lot of Points.
However, aside from the fact that Bloody Mary couldn't use Points, even if it could, would it dare to borrow Points from Kieran?
The answer was obvious.
Borrow from a stingy ghost?
The wrath of a stingy ghost …
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.
From the bottom of the heart.
The interior of this restaurant, which was transformed from a player's room, was not open to the public. There were only a few tea tables around the perimeter of the room, and they were fenced with bamboo fences. There was a huge sign hanging at the entrance.
Pastry House.
The word 'pastry' was made from baguettes, cookies, and cream cakes. It wasn't made from rubber or plastic, it was made from real materials.
Although the structure was a little strange, it was very attractive.
Bloody Mary picked up the aroma and sat on one of the tea tables, pressing the bell on the table.
However, the bell was obviously a decoration, the ringing couldn't reach the player's room.
"Go knock on the door."
Bloody Mary told Rorl.
Rorl glanced over the price list on the tea table and heaved a breath of relief. He didn't reject Bloody Mary's order and walked to the door that was decorated as a bar counter.
When Rorl went to knock on the door, Bloody Mary looked at the end of the street.
There, a scarlet figure was slowly walking over.
The figure noticed Bloody Mary's gaze, but he didn't even hurry up, as if he wasn't worried that Bloody Mary would escape.
Huu!
Bloody Mary sighed helplessly.
It wasn't afraid of death, but it didn't mean it welcomed it.
However, nothing could be changed by a single person or existence's will. Therefore, Bloody Mary stood up.
"I thought I could have a taste of the pastries here …"
Bloody Mary muttered to itself and wanted to walk towards the figure.
Then, the door of the pastry house slowly opened.
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