What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

The black-haired girl did not answer this question, probably tacitly agreeing. She was still looking at Eros suspiciously:

"It's really strange, why do you have such a strong scent of the master on you?"

This time, Eros was a little confused. He said in a strange way:

"As the descendant of an ancestor, isn't it normal for you to carry the aura of your ancestors?"

"No, that's not the case. Your elders don't have the master's aura. When I just woke up, I sensed the aura on you and I almost thought the master had returned." The black-haired girl shook her head and refuted.

Eros frowned, then asked tentatively in a low voice as if he had thought of something:

"Is the ancestor's honorable name Alicia?"

The black-haired girl's eyes lit up slightly, and she looked surprised. "The master's name has long been buried by the secret power. There are only a few people in this world who can remember his name. How did you know? You have indeed seen the master."

Eros fell silent, for he remembered that the elven god had once called him "Alicia".

He didn't quite understand what this meant at the time, but now it seems that the god had mistaken him for his ancestor.

But, could a god recognize the wrong person?

That shouldn't be the case! But I wasn't from this world in my previous life, and I traveled through this life with my memories, so it's impossible for me to be the goddess of night.

Besides, the ancestor was a goddess, and he is a man now, how is this possible? I can’t figure it out, and the more I think about it, the more complicated it becomes.

After a long while, he said hesitantly, "The elf god told me that, but she seemed to have mistaken me for her ancestor."

The black-haired girl's eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened, her face full of disbelief: "How can a perverted junior like you be the master? How is this possible?"

Her expression was like she was seeing her favorite idol’s reputation fall out and she couldn’t accept it.

Seeing her like this, Eros felt a little embarrassed and coughed dryly: "So, 'He' must have recognized the wrong person."

The black-haired girl pursed her lips and said nothing. Although she herself felt that the person must have recognized the wrong person, could that person really recognize the wrong person?

She fell silent for a long time before she continued, "Hey! Junior, sign a contract with me."

Hearing this, Eros was somewhat surprised and delighted. There was such a good thing? Getting a divine weapon for free?

Although his excitement almost made him dizzy, he still maintained a trace of rationality, carefully considered his words and said hesitantly:

"Why did you choose to sign a contract with me?"

"My power was exhausted ten thousand years ago because I kept searching for my master. In the years that followed, I have been sleeping, only waking up occasionally."

"Although your ancestors once offered me some spiritual essence, I was asleep and those two bastards took it over. So I am very weak now and can only barely take on the shape of my clothes."

When she said this, her face flushed but she continued:

"I guess I will fall into a deep sleep again soon. That's why I want to sign a contract with you. Only by signing a contract can I obtain your spirit and barely stay awake instead of continuing to sleep."

The black-haired girl's tone was obviously a little awkward when she spoke next:

"Also, I want to observe you. Although I think the elf has recognized the wrong person, you do have the aura of the master. If I follow you, I may be able to find the master."

When she said that she also felt that the elf had recognized the wrong person, the black-haired girl's eyes unconsciously became a little vague, and she didn't dare to look at Eros.