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

"Miss, you know what I want." Count Kerko's face was kind, and he sounded like he was begging for something, but his tone was not polite at all.

"The kingdom is now in a desperate situation. It has lost more than two-fifths of its territory and the war is still spreading. Everyone believes that if there is no powerful LV6 to turn the tide, the Kingdom of Firris may really be destroyed."

Count Kerko's eyes sparkled as he looked into the cage.

"But, I don't think so."

"Miss Giles, your value is far higher than LV6. The magic you create is enough to reverse the kingdom's defeat. As long as you use your magic, I can make you the savior of the kingdom, make you a hero, and be admired by the whole country."

Miss in the cage did not speak, but Count Kerko became more and more excited, spitting all over the place, and his expression gradually became distorted, "Think about it, Miss, your achievements will surpass Raymond."

"Your statues will be erected in cities across the country, and your name will be recorded in the annals of the kingdom for thousands of years."

"Your magic will be admired by magicians all over the world. By then, no one will mention your level as a magic apprentice. No one will call you a waste or a freak. They will worship you as a god, and there may even be a church founded to believe in you."

"What do you think, Miss? When that time comes, you will have everything you want: money, status, women, as much as you want. Even the princess of the Holy Kingdom will be at your fingertips. Even if you have your eyes on the queen of a country, their king will be willing to deliver her to you."

"Not everyone has this opportunity. There's a cliff ahead, Miss. If you take a wrong step, you might end up in pieces."

Barron applauded loudly at Count Kerko's passionate speech and looked at Miss with envy at his "bright future".

But the person involved, Miss, felt his scalp tingling after hearing this. This old man had been brainwashing him in the dungeon for the whole day, and he really was taking him for a fool.

When I was a worker in my previous life, even my stingy boss was not as good as Lao Deng in making promises.

"Since you want me to be the savior, how can you let the savior live in a dungeon?" Miss tilted his head back, fell backwards, and lay on the weeds.

Kerko understood the hidden meaning in Mis's words and stood up immediately, "Arrange the best hotel in Mag Town now."

"The Savior has been hungry for a whole day and hasn't eaten anything yet."

"Order food now and eat at the best restaurant."

"I want to eat barbecue from Hele City and drink freshly squeezed green coconut juice from Nolen City."

The corners of Count Kerko's mouth twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and uttered a few words, "No problem."

After all the tossing and turning, Miss sat on the soft and comfortable big bed, eating freshly roasted mountain pig, with a beautiful technician giving her a massage.

Barron was a little confused. "Why should we spoil him? Can't we just torture him to make him draw the blueprint?"

Count Kerko felt like he had something stuck in his throat. Looking at Miss's smug look, he felt as if he had taken a big bite of rich wine.

"It's just a matter of courtesy before force. If this guy doesn't accept my toast, I'll let him see what hell is like."

Barron felt that there was some truth in it, but not much, and he wanted to quickly let this Miss see what hell was like.

"I am familiar with Miss. No one knows Miss better than me. He is extremely afraid of death. As long as we let him see the brink of death, he will definitely be scared to hand over the blueprints on his own initiative."

After listening to Barron's suggestion, Kirko was somewhat tempted.

He now serves Raymond's family as if they were his own father. He feels as if someone is cutting his flesh with a knife, but he dare not give up easily.

If I could trick Miss into handing over the blueprints, I could then turn the tables and ruthlessly trample on his heart. This would allow me to truly feel the pleasure of conquest and ensure the integrity and accuracy of the blueprints.

"Be patient."

Finally, after Miss had eaten and drunk his fill and was completely relaxed, Count Kerko brought up the matter of the drawings again.

"We've eaten and drunk, Miss, isn't it time to take out the magic blueprints?"

Miss touched his round belly and burped.

"There is one more thing. If you can do this, I will hand over the blueprints to you without hesitation."

When Count Kerko heard this, a cunning flashed across his eyes. He had served him for so long, so this last thing wouldn't be a big deal.

Once he takes out the blueprints, he will be torn into pieces.

"Tell me what else you want, whether it's a woman or a man, I can find it for you."

Miss shook his head. As expected of a noble, he always played fancy.

"No, no, no, Count, I want you to issue a notice, admitting that you are the instigator of the huge taxation, and clear the air for Raymond."

After Miss finished speaking, Count Kerko's face instantly turned serious. He looked ferocious and on the verge of exploding with anger.

"You fool me?"

"Haha, I'm playing tricks on you, Old Deng. Do you still remember your attitude when you spoke to me in the palace that day? I still like the unruly you back then. The you who just nodded and bowed like a slave made me feel a little disgusted."

Suddenly, the flow of magic power in the room became turbulent, and two powerful magic powers tightly grasped Miss's neck and lifted him into the air.

The cane in Kerko's hand was actually a magic wand. What he held in his hand was an inky black magic crystal that was rarer than red crystal and was opaque.

"Do you want to die?" Kerko's tone was heavy and contained a strong murderous intent.

Missy showed a sneer with difficulty, "Hey, Lao, Lao Deng, do you dare to do it?"

In an instant, the two magical powers that were strangling Miss's neck tightened rapidly, obviously Kerko increased his strength.

Miss, who had no power to fight back, felt as if his head was about to explode. His face turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, the fatal magic power disappeared, and he fell from mid-air with a thud and hit the ground.

"Don't think I don't dare to kill you. As long as the kingdom survives, I will have plenty of time to torture you."

Miss raised his head with difficulty, coughing continuously, "Come on, kill me. Anyway, the whole kingdom will be buried with me, so I won't lose anything. Go ahead!"

"Since you don't want to eat the soft ones, I'll let you, little beast, try the hard ones."

Count Kerko waved his hand, and two guards came in, put heavy handcuffs and leg irons on the exhausted Miss again, and dragged him back to the dungeon.

"Tell them that as long as he survives, it doesn't matter if he lacks parts. Use all the weapons you can and serve this young master well!"

Veins popped out on Kerko's forehead, he was gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, the sound like thunder.

He wanted to see how much pain a boy who had just turned twenty could endure.