The knight in the abyss

Chapter 114 The Master-Servant Contract
"How about it, take me with you?" The skull-headed Ekmon scanned the crowd with expectant eyes, "I don't eat your supplies, and I don't take up much space. If I need to fight, my forehead is far bigger than looking at it." It's much harder up, and, as hard as it is unbelievable, I still have a decent bite with this mouth, here and there occasionally some corpses stand up again, these guys tend not to like me too much, but now they're all crumbled Bones..."

"A strange skull." Karaline looked at Lancelot, "but I heard that Mimir is really useful for adventurers. Do you want to take him, Lancelot?"

"Why not?" Lancelot shrugged, "I heard that the talkative guy can't be too bad."

"Yeah!!! That's great!" The skull happily twirled in mid-air, "Your name is Lancelot, right? You'll be my boss from now on, okay?"

"Uh, yes."

"Hey, no, no! Why didn't you respond?" Ekmon was shaking in mid-air in confusion, as if an invisible hand was patting his skull, "Well, can I ask you to Take off the transformation ring on your right finger, shall we do it again?"

"What again?" Lancelot asked cautiously, "Why did you take off the transformation ring?"

"Let me call you boss again." Ekmon also looked confused, "I... I don't understand why, but I'm sure this matter is very important, and most likely your transformation ring is getting in the way .”

Lancelot thought about it, and took off the ring, but before that, he mobilized his true energy to protect his whole body, his spiritual sense was raised to the maximum, and he silently used the Ice Heart Art, which is particularly effective against spiritual attacks, Watch out for any mishaps.

A burst of magical light flashed, and Lancelot returned to the image of the human knight.

"Hi handsome guy! Uh huh... Then, can I call you boss in the future?"

"can."

As soon as Lancelot finished speaking, there was a cracking sound like gears rotating inside the skull, and golden light shot out from his eye sockets. Their conversation just now seemed to trigger some kind of magical mechanism, and Ekmon seemed to be caught by something. Something got caught, frozen in mid-air.

A familiar feeling of gratitude came to Lancelot, similar to the situation when Dink handed him the demon essence back then. A certain bond was established between him and Ekmon, but this bond was very weak.

With his spiritual sense on high alert, he noticed that some information was trying to pour directly into his sea of ​​consciousness.Lancelow is no stranger to this kind of process, but two times before he figured out what happened, he had a lot of things in his mind, and now the small bamboo slip in the sea of ​​consciousness released a blue brilliance, blocking the flow of information up.

Lancelot reached out his consciousness to check the information that was blocked from the sea of ​​consciousness.

The information is about Mimir, the talking skull of Ecmon.The master-slave contract between him and Mimir in front of him has been established, just now it called its boss to be Mimir's master recognition ceremony.As the recipient of the contract, he can cancel it at any time, so only a verbal promise can make the contract effective.

When the master-slave relationship is established, the two parties can communicate through telepathy. As a servant, Mimir must serve the master faithfully, and should try his best to complete the various instructions issued by the master, but this should not exceed Mimir's own ability scope, and in order to achieve the goal, Mimir can independently decide which method to implement.

And the master can't do any malicious harm to Mimir, that will lead to the immediate dissolution of the master-slave relationship.If he sends Mimir out for any benefit, or his death, the relationship will also be broken, but Mimir must not in any way participate in (or indulge in) any action that might lead to this situation.

In addition, he can also use a storage space similar to a dimensional bag carried by Mimir, and the entrance is at the mouth of the skull.

In reality, the covenant is rather loose, and looks more like a sales agreement and warranty.If you pay attention carefully, you will find that although there are a lot of things that Mimir "should" do as a servant, there are almost no binding clauses except that the master and slave cannot harm each other.

From this point of view, most of this thing really originated from Bator Hell.All creatures on that plane have a fanatical penchant for making contracts, and are particularly fond of vague terms to their advantage.

"Ah, okay, let's go." The golden light in the skull's eyes dissipated, and it could move again, but Ekmon's call came from the bottom of Lancelot's heart: "Boss, boss, can you hear me?"

"can."

"Well, boss, can you stop mentioning the master-slave relationship of Lao Shizi to others?" Ekmon's voice was a little embarrassed, "The servant sounds so ugly, save me some face."

There is still such a request, Lancelot complained silently in his heart, but he had no objection to it and agreed directly.

Lancelot put the transformation ring back on, so his wings, claws, and... other succubus parts grew back.

Ekmond made a whistling sound.

"Boss, I have to say, you look too hot after transforming, if you don't know that you are actually a man... No, why should I care about this..."

Lancelot decided to ignore the nagging guy for the time being.He put the dimensional bag on the ground and asked everyone to re-enter it, so that they could be brought to the platform at the edge of the corpse pit, where the entrance to the secret passage was.

"Uh, boss, I also have dimensional space in my body, I can't get in that bag." Skull Ekmon hovered over the dimensional bag, "Why don't you hug me?"

Lancelot found that besides chattering, this skeleton also had a lecherous problem.He picked up the dimensional bag with one hand, grabbed the skull with the other, and flapped his wings to fly upwards.

Leaving the huge pile of bones relieved a certain extremely oppressive feeling in his heart.Although he didn't show any abnormalities, he always felt that the bones under his feet were not quite right, but he couldn't tell where the abnormalities were. After all, he had never stood on other piles of bones.

Lancelot pulled his companions out of the dimensional bag one by one, and everyone seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.Brutal looked around and asked:
"Where is the entrance to the secret passage?"

"It's right behind you." Old Rip lifted a piece of canvas hanging from the rock wall, revealing the dark hole behind.

"Uh, isn't this too obvious?" The dwarf was a little dazed, "Shouldn't the entrances to the secret passages be very secret, the ones that need to be spelled out or moved to appear?"

"Ah, there used to be such a thing, but everyone found that destroying that mechanism is much easier than learning the wolf language." The werewolf shrugged, "And who would come here without incident, right?"

　Change first and then change, or ask for a recommendation ticket~
　　


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