Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Miss had a blank expression on his face, but his hands under the table unconsciously clenched into fists, which turned red from using too much force.

"Pain, despair?"

"Do you want to kill me? Sorry, I forgot that you are just a useless magic apprentice who doesn't even have a wand. You can't kill me at level 4."

In response to Pletkielson's provocation, Miss did not show any anger, but smiled instead.

"You said they are my followers, why should I care about their life or death? In my eyes, they are just props. I can call them whenever I need them and kick them away when I don't need them. They are just convenient props."

Plekiltson's face was grim, and he stared at the black-haired boy sitting opposite him.

He heard the hidden meaning in the boy's words and couldn't help but think of his previous experiences.

He is needed when he is in glory, but deserted by his friends and relatives when he is lonely. Isn't this a true portrayal of himself?

It turns out that I am just a prop for those people, a convenient and useful prop.

"Shut up, you lowly freak!"

Miss snorted coldly and said, "Look, you're anxious again."

The emotionally excited Pletkierson's hands were shaking constantly, his wand was shaking as well, he was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot.

"So people like you deserve to die the most!"

Simply killing Miss would not make Pleasantson happy, because that kind of happiness was too short-lived and fleeting. What he needed was long-term pleasure.

Using people like Miss as his tools will bring him long-term pleasure.

"Don't blame me, this is all your fault. If you had always been that loser, you could have lived a mediocre life in peace.

But if you insist on becoming a genius and showing off your abilities, there is nothing I can do. Either become my slave or die.

Choose, there are two paths before you, let me see what choice a genius like you will make in this situation. "

At this moment, Pletkielson felt a sense of satisfaction he had never experienced before. It turned out that controlling the life of a genius was so joyful.

He felt that the past thirty years had been lived in vain, and only at this moment was he truly alive.

"Do you want to be tortured to death for your dignity, or do you want to save your life and become my slave? Come, choose!"

As he spoke, he took out a scroll from his arms, opened it, and revealed the magic array pattern inside.

Miss recognized the scroll. It was a magic item that slave traders must have, which could make slaves obey their buyers unconditionally.

Generally, this kind of magic is only used on rare subhuman slaves.

After taking a look at the position of [Ability Enhancement·Change] on the table, Miss wanted to raise his hand to take it.

"Don't move, or I won't guarantee your body's integrity. After all, even if you lose some limbs, it won't prevent you from working for me, because you are a genius."

Just when the two were anxious, there was a bang and the door of the room was violently opened.

"Trash? Just accept your fate!"

"Your Highness Shana, kidnapping should be done quietly. You are making us look stupid in our night clothes."

"Good legs, Your Highness!"

The girl with a high ponytail of blonde hair felt a little embarrassed as she retracted her jade feet that had kicked the door open.

But when she saw the two people in the room, she suddenly became alert.

"Plegilson, why are you here? Didn't you take the drawing from me and say you wanted to draw the second half of the formula?" Shana asked suspiciously.

Mandy, the girl with a long sword on her waist, noticed the situation in the house, seemed to have realized something, and quickly stood in front of Shana.

The arrival of the three uninvited guests instantly threw Pletkielson into disarray.

He could never have imagined that this situation would unfold.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

Shana looked at Miss who was sitting not far away, and her ears felt hot unconsciously, with a blush on her face.

"Well... I don't like him, so I kidnapped him and brought him back to the kingdom to torture him."

At this time, Mandy spoke, interrupting Shana who was hesitating.

"Her Highness Shana is asking you a question, Plekielson. Who are you to dare to question Her Highness?"

Being scolded by a guard like this, Plekiltson's face twitched and his hand holding the wand clenched even tighter.

But the next moment, the ferocious expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a flattering smirk, and he bowed and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I was disrespectful."

He couldn't fall out with them, as the Holy Kingdom of Veratis was his backing.

After calming down, Pletkielson's brain started working fast and his rationality finally came back.

After obtaining the title of super-level magic creator, he also needs the protection of the strongest kingdom. Both are indispensable.

After all, I can only take out the blueprints, but I can't actually cast super-level magic.

Just then, an untimely voice sounded.

"It's over, teacher. If they find out about our secret conversation now, won't your undercover identity be exposed?"

Of the five people in the room, four of them instantly focused their attention on Miss.

Plekielson frowned, not understanding what the young man was saying.

commune?

Undercover?

Who is it?

I? ? ?

Suddenly, the sound of swords rang out, and Mandy drew the sword from its sheath, holding it tightly in his hand.

The yellow crystal wand in Roshan's hand also lit up, and a polyhedron defensive magic composed of several triangles enveloped the three people.

Shana also reacted at this time.

"Plekielson, is your surrender to the Holy Kingdom a lie?"

The person involved was full of questions and was at a loss.

"How is this possible, Your Highness Shana? I have already sworn an oath to be loyal to the Holy Kingdom. How could it be false?"

Then Plekielson pointed his wand at Mith, "It's him, this freak who slandered me, he's talking nonsense!"

"Your Highness Shana, I have given you the most important magic blueprints. How could I be a traitor? Your Highness, please think carefully!"

Shana felt that what Pletkielson said made some sense. How could an undercover agent hand over such secrets? The risk was too great.

Luo Shan, who was standing by, carefully observed Miss's expression without relaxing for a moment.

"Your Highness, I think what Mr. Plekiltson said makes sense. Don't be easily fooled by Giles. He is very bad."

After being reminded by Roshan, Shana became even more convinced that Miss was deceiving them.

Mandy pointed his sword directly at Plekiltson.

"Since you said you are not an undercover agent, prove it to Her Highness Shana."

"How can I prove it?" Plekielson asked.

Mandy's eyes were sharp, "Take out the magic blueprint and return it to Her Highness Shana."

"no problem!"

Pletkierson hurriedly turned back to get the drawings on the table.

But when he looked carefully, there was no drawing on the table.

Under the gaze of the four people, Miss gently waved the drawing in his hand.

"You really want my magic blueprint, but it's too late. The teacher has already returned it to me!"