"Master, you really are a girl so easily handled by ."
Lanci added provocatively, his tone full of the victor’s posture.
"..."
"Don’t you want to think it over again?"
Talia’s invisible hand of thought gently touched Lanci’s heart.
If she wished, she could also grasp his heart tightly.
"No, no, no, it’s you who can easily handle !"
Lanci hastily begged for rcy.
After fighting ten bouts in a row, he had used up a lot of his mana.
Apart from maintaining the most basic amount of safety mana, he felt that he could at most fight one more bout today.
The two who were connected in their minds gradually returned to calm.
"Do you really want to keep company with the Bathist family?"
Talia asked Lanci.
According to her observations over the past two days, this family wasn’t bad, just a bit foolish in their actions, prone to offending people.
Setting aside Lanci’s unusual influence, Talia felt that this family was truly devoted to Lanci.
Count Bathist was at least sincere towards Lanci, the parasitic species.
"Well, taking one hundred thousand pounds from soone else’s family, you have to work for them to so extent, right? If I just took the hundred thousand pounds and ran, wouldn’t that make a swindler?"
Lanci retorted.
Even if the other party was willing, he still felt it wasn’t quite right.
"... You do have so sense of job integrity."
Talia didn’t know how to judge Lanci, the wish-granting machine.
Whether he belonged to the side of evil or good, order or chaos, she couldn’t tell.
She might not have understood Lanci as well before.
Since her soul beco connected with Lanci, watching his daily life, she began to feel that she was gradually understanding this guy better.
This guy’s contract may look as dangerous as a demon cloaked in an outer garnt, but in reality, he was quite angelic.
Even that student nad Bachel from the Purgatory Corridor Academy, Lanci didn’t harm him but treated him like the gentle glow of the moon.
In the resting area, Lanci was still standing in front of Christina, not having spoken for a long ti.
"Anyway, you and we are not from the sa world. If you are truly willing to let choose, then I will definitely pay the breach of contract penalty, ask you to resign as our family’s butler and regain your freedom."
Christina bowed respectfully yet with an emotionless face.
It was as if she was sincerely asking a deity to leave.
Even if they kept hiring Rocky McCarthy as a butler for even a month longer, they might end up with a significant surplus after terminating the contract.
But once she saved up fifty thousand pounds, she would imdiately pay all of it to the butler.
"..."
The people around inadvertently heard Miss Christina’s conversation with their butler and thought that the young lady had problems with her brain.
Currently, she was only competing under the high-resentnt reputation of the Baptist family and using the family na for the rapid competitive mode.
If she participated in the comrcial dispute type of commissioned battle, renting out butler Rocky McCarthy as a contestant, there would be a high commission fee.
"Rest assured, if you pay fifty thousand pounds, I won’t work anymore."
Lanci smiled helplessly and promised Christina.
What saddened him was that, although Miss Christina was sincere, making friends with her was not easy; she had only slightly let down her guard against him.
The two chatted briefly and walked outside.
Moonlight shone through the open circular hole at the top of the Sacred Silvervine Arena, spilling over the many magic equipnt terminals connected to each other, and the high stands of the various pavilions scattered like mountains.
Every evening around eight or nine o’clock was the pri ti for competition, attracting fighters and magical beasts from all over to battle for honor, gold, and belief.
Right then, the screen was still showing battles from other pavilions, two sword-wielding mbers of the Demon Race fiercely clashing, their sword lights cascading like waterfalls, their fighting spirit high, with the cheers, applause, and disappointed sighs of the audience intermingling into a chorus that occasionally drifted to the edge of the arena.
Just as Christina and Lanci were about to leave the rest area and step into the brightly-lit passageway under the night sky of the open-air venue, a rich man with a hook-nosed wearing an expensive suit rapidly jogged over, blocking their way.
"Excuse , please wait a mont!"
The rich man’s face bore a look of urgency and seriousness, clearly having urgent business with them.
"Do you need help?"
Both stopped in their tracks, puzzled.
"Miss Christina, pardon , I have a request."
The rich man seed a bit afraid of the Earl’s Daughter from the Bathist family, maintaining a reserved deanor but getting straight to the point,
"I need a strong emissary to participate in tonight’s business dispute competition. I witnessed your butler’s extraordinary strength, and I’m willing to pay a hefty commission to have him fight on my behalf."
"Changing the combatant on short notice does involve a penalty fee."
Christina frowned slightly upon hearing this. She was caught a little off-guard by the sudden request.
"That’s right, Miss Christina, but the other side has also changed their contestant at the last minute. Originally, I was quite confident of winning, but now my confidence is shaken. After watching Mr. Rocky’s match, I think it’s better to spend good money on him trying rather than waiting to lose."
After explaining the situation, the hook-nosed rich man also showed Miss Christina the compensation and rental contract.
If the Baptist family’s butler, Mr. Rocky, agreed to fight a bout for their company, they were willing to pay £1500 as a base commission to the Baptist family, and if he won, they would add an additional £4500 as a winner’s commission.
"This..."
Although Christina ca from a wealthy family, she had never made so much money from studying alone.
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