Witch Special

Lin Zhenxi was annoyed by Beladil's weak and extremely stubborn attitude. No matter what she said, it was useless. Beladil had to ask her to do something to show his affection before he would cooperate, otherwise he would rather die than obey.

Lin Zhenxi: Just marry me, I promise I won’t do anything to your people and the orcs afterwards.

Beladir: You sign a document!

In the end, Lin Zhenxi was at her wit's end. After all, this simple plan required Beladir's cooperation, and if Beladir refused to cooperate, she would have no choice but to resort to coercive measures.

It's not that Lin Zhenxi couldn't forcibly twist someone's will and control their actions and thoughts, but doing so clearly didn't make her a decent person. While Lin Zhenxi's moral compass was flexible, she did have a bottom line, so she avoided using the three unforgivable curses whenever possible, especially on non-hostile targets.

The Unforgivable Curse needs to be driven by malice. The more evil and malicious the curse is, the greater the negative emotions are, the greater its power is. Lin Zhenxi is now in such a relaxed mood that she is almost floating. Even if she really uses the Imperius Curse on Belladir, it is hard to say how much effect it will have in the end.

Furthermore, those under the Imperius Curse would behave in a stagnant manner, appearing to react more slowly than usual. The more familiar someone was, the more likely they would notice the abnormality in their behavior. Lin Zhenxi couldn't perfectly recreate Belladil's behavior. If she truly used the Imperius Curse to control Belladil, it was almost certain that the other two sisters would notice something was amiss.

Although it has no effect on Lin Zhenxi, Beladil, who is controlled by the Imperius Curse, will definitely not tell anyone about Lin Zhenxi, and Lin Zhenxi will still be in hiding.

But now that Lin Zhenxi had the dome in her grasp, her lost colleague had been found, and the commission had been completed, she could summon her father and flee on the spot at any time. She no longer had any need to hide. She was now striving for her own future interests, so naturally she would adopt a method that would maximize those interests.

So Lin Zhenxi directly threw out a soul contract, which stated the policy he would adopt in the Orc Canyon after eliminating the Canine Mercenaries, as well as the price Beladir would have to pay for it, which was that he had to cooperate with Lin Zhenxi's plan, accept Gragul's proposal, and hold a wedding with it at which most of the Canine Mercenaries' cadres had to be present.

The parchment used to write the soul contract has been specially processed and uses very precious materials. It is not the same as the ordinary parchment that Lin Zhenxi uses to draw magic circle drafts. This thing is very expensive, and Lin Zhenxi himself does not have much in stock.

After all, soul contracts are a skill that wizards learned from the devil, and the devil comes from hell, so hell sulfur is used in the production process of this parchment. As the name suggests, hell sulfur is produced in hell. The wizards in the wizarding world do not have the ability to travel across different planes, and can only try to summon creatures from the hell plane through summoning magic, and occasionally get a little bit of hell sulfur, so the output of this thing is quite scarce, and the price naturally goes straight to the sky.

In fact, this is the same as panning for gold and digging for jade. The possibility of success is extremely small, and the probability of failure is extremely high, but once successful, the profit can be considerable. Therefore, there are still many gamblers who continue to spend their entire fortune to buy the catalyst needed to summon hell creatures, fantasizing that they can get some valuable materials in the next summoning and become rich overnight.

Of course, there is a reason why the price is high. The soul contract is born with the basic attribute of conceptual knowledge. Not to mention illiterate people who cannot read a single word, even cats, dogs, rabbits, chickens, ducks and geese can understand the content of the soul contract. Therefore, Lin Zhenxi does not need to point to each word and explain to Beladil what it means. She just slaps the soul contract in front of Beladil, and Beladil already understands the meaning of the terms in the contract.

Lin Zhenxi: Didn’t you want a receipt? I’ve got it for you. Sign it for me!

Looking at the soul contract in her hand, especially since Lin Zhenxi had already signed it, Beladil once again hesitated. Lin Zhenxi had already given her assurance, and Beladil couldn't press for more concrete actions. After all, it was Lin Zhenxi, not her, who held the reins. Lin Zhenxi had already done her utmost to guarantee her actions by producing a soul contract.

But Belladir's problem was that she was too indecisive, always hesitant and unable to make a quick decision. Even in this situation, when she knew in her heart that the matter was basically a foregone conclusion, she still couldn't put pen to paper.

Wait...a pen tip? Beladir looked down at the quill Lin Zhenxi had placed right under her nose, then at her own oversized plum-shaped claws covered in soft pads.

First of all, her hands could only grasp stick-like objects as thick as her staff. She couldn't grasp something as thin as a quill.

Secondly, she didn't know how to write her own name. The Alien Tribe's writing system had long been lost along with the discontinuation of their heritage, and now there wasn't a single person in their entire race who could count, let alone write their own name.

When Lin Zhenxi heard Beladil humbly say that he couldn't write his own name, she was speechless. She had never thought about the problem that her contract partner was illiterate.

But it shouldn't have much of an impact, right? After all, Lin Zhenxi had signed many familiar-summoning contracts, and the subjects of those contracts were generally magical beasts and monsters. They couldn't even speak, and naturally, they couldn't recognize a single word. But this didn't stop them from leaving their mark on the contract and becoming Lin Zhenxi's summoned creatures. The principles of soul contracts and familiar-summoning contracts should be the same, so the only requirement was to leave a symbolic mark that represented one's identity; whether or not it was a signature shouldn't matter.

Lin Zhenxi then took out a box of red ink, opened the lid, and placed it in front of Beladir, saying, "Press your paw gently on it, rub it a bit, and then gently press it onto the parchment."

Beladir did as he was told, leaving a plum blossom mark with clear outlines and distinct patterns on the soul contract.

When Beladir raised his hand, a faint light flashed on the soul contract, and then it flew up by itself, floating in the air. A flame started burning from below, and in the blink of an eye, the parchment that was smoked by the sulfur of hell was burned to ashes.

At the same time, a voice sounded in the hearts of Lin Zhenxi and Beladil: "The contract is established!"

Lin Zhenxi looked at Beladil, and happened to be looking at him. Lin Zhenxi smiled again.

"Beladir, I've made things very clear. You accept Gracchus's proposal, and then you hold a wedding. Once Gracchus and his minions arrive, I will activate a large-scale magic trap to kill them all. That's the plan. Simple, right?"

Beladir nodded slightly. Now that things had come to this, she had no room for hesitation or regret. She could only follow Lin Zhenxi and go down this path until the end.

Lin Zhenxi was about to send Beladil back, but after thinking it over, she felt uneasy. Given Beladil's timid personality, could she really pull it off? While this matter seemed quite simple to Lin Zhenxi, if Beladil lost his sense of security and gave in, the plan still had the potential to fail.

I have to think of a way to let her clearly feel my presence...

Got it!

It just so happened that Lin Zhenxi had a lot of fun playing with the morning glory yesterday. Since it can be used to collect sound, it should not be difficult to integrate the function of outputting sound and make it into a walkie-talkie.

Lin Zhenxi asked Beladir to wait, then slipped back into his room and began tinkering. This little modification wasn't difficult; it basically just encapsulated a long-distance sound transmission spell in the morning glory. Lin Zhenxi wasn't making a howling letter, so this kind of magic, which only required a very low sound, consumed very little mana, and could last for a long time even without recharging.

Ordinary morning glory was too fragile. What Lin Zhenxi needed wasn't a temporary sound collection tool that would quickly activate and then wither away. Instead, she needed a stable communication channel with Beladir. Therefore, the intercom had to be sturdy. Therefore, Lin Zhenxi later abandoned the morning glory structure and used a more durable magic accessory to accomplish this task.

Finally, she chose a four-leaf clover as the shape of the magic ornament. This shape should be quite common in the magic world. The pistil in the middle is the location of the magic pool, and the four leaves can be engraved with four functional magic circles respectively, which can basically meet the daily needs of users.

Lin Zhenxi had inscribed three functions on this leaf: sound collection, sound emission, and a magic shield. The reason for adding the magic shield was that when the magic trap was activated, Beladir would undoubtedly be standing very close to Gragul. If Gragul suddenly attacked, he would likely harm the poor Alien girl.

This plan was proposed by Lin Zhenxi, so naturally, Beladir's safety should be guaranteed by her. This energizing magic circle depletes all the magic power stored in the magic pool, creating a short-lived magic shield. Because it only lasts a short time, this magic shield uses all the magic power to increase its strength, creating a completely sturdy shield.

After using up all three leaves, Lin Zhenxi looked at the last blank leaf and fell into deep thought. In fact, this four-leaf clover ornament was already very good, but seeing that it could add another magic but not adding it was not Lin Zhenxi's style.

This should also be a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. When I see a blank space, I want to fill it.