Feast of villains

The blade flew across the darkness.

For a brief moment, the sharp cold light bloomed like lightning, and her eyes with a dangerous aura were illuminated, as creepy as a stalking predator.

"...Sister, spare your life!"

Nance deftly began to beg for mercy.

Susha raised her eyebrows, and an inexplicable smile appeared on her lips.

She supported her chin with one hand and held the tachi in the other hand. The blade of the sword gently rubbed Nance's cheek: "Sister, this sword is the fastest sword in New Yokohama. Everyone knows it. My dear

Principal, do you have any last words?"

"..."

Nance didn't know what to say.

He was a carefree person with a shitty last word.

"Of course, I don't have to kill you." Susha casually waved the sword in her hand, "Your life depends on my sister's thoughts. If you want to continue to live a happy life supported by taxpayers, you still can't.

Hurry up and beg for mercy from your sister..."

screw you!

How happy is this life?

Feeling the sharp chill on his cheek, Nance tried his best to calm himself down.

Recalling the only information about this woman in his mind, he swallowed his saliva and asked seriously: "If I give you this jealous heart, will you let me go?"

Susha's eyes showed a look of satisfaction that said, "You're quite sensible."

"Sister has always been very principled in doing things. She usually only seeks money and does not kill people." She said without shame.

Nance made a small calculation in his heart.

If you hand over his heart, he can live now, but he might be killed by another evil woman in the next second.

He keeps his heart in his hand, but he doesn't know how to use it, so he will be killed by this evil woman without any chance of fighting back.

If you keep your heart in your hand and trick her into using it for you, you will not only be able to live, but you will also have an extra helper...

Nance weighed the pros and cons and thought he should give it a try.

"Miss Su..." He clenched his heart and considered the words in his mind, "After you sell this jealous heart, will you immediately go gambling?"

"necessary!"

Miss Susha answered without hesitation, and an inexplicable fighting spirit burst into her eyes.

"There is no casino big or small in New Yokohama that my sister has not been to! This time I have three million in hand. I must get back all the money I lost before with interest..."

"May I ask, how much did you lose?"

"Ah, this...didn't remember it."

"Have you ever won?" Nance asked cautiously.

"..."

Miss Susha's mouth froze.

Looking at his eyes, an awe-inspiring murderous intention suddenly flashed, and he seemed to be angry from embarrassment.

Nance's back was covered in cold sweat.

Suppressing his fear, he kept a calm tone and asked: "Never won once?"

Susha looked at him expressionlessly, until she saw that he couldn't bear her murderous intention and avoided looking away, then she slowly said: "It seems that sister can't call you darling anymore, I should call you little idiot.

If you have any self-awareness about your current situation, you should understand that it is not a wise move to anger me at this time."

"Well, I just thought of a better proposal..." Nance turned his face to her and muttered in a low voice: "I will give you my jealousy, and you will use the money from the sale to the casino for charity... How about

You leave it to me, and I will give you a sum of money every month. Although you won't get rich suddenly, it is good to have a steady flow of money. In the long run, it will definitely be more than two or three million. You seem to like drinking too, right? Every month

If you get a sum of money and you can buy wine every day, isn’t it better than giving the money to the casino?”

Susha squinted her eyes and looked at his profile, her expression seemed to be considering what he said.

After a while, she asked quietly: "How much do you give your sister every month?"

"Uh, 5,000 pence... do you think that's OK?"

"How much is your monthly salary?"

"20000."

"Give it all to me."

"..."

Susha smiled and pointed the knife in her hand at him: "Except for your salary, all your income in this life, including investment and financial management, doing odd jobs to earn extra money, starting a business, becoming a boss, etc., all the income you earn must be given to me!"

Are you robbing someone... Nance gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

Susha licked her lower lips and her smile gradually turned cold: "It sounds very tempting, but it's a pity..."

"What's the pity?"

Nance's little heart started to beat again.

"For a gambling dog, the temptation of getting two to three million at one time is not comparable to 20,000 a month." Susha suddenly leaned forward, pressed her forehead against his, and said with an angelic face.

He heard the devil's words, "Dear little section principal, stop struggling, otherwise my sister won't be able to bear to rob you..."

grass!

Don't you look like you can't bear it?

"More than 20,000 a month, I have another way to make money..." Nance shouted like a drowning man grasping the last straw, "I can refine potions, really, you believe it"

I!"

Hearing this, Susha retracted her knife and looked at him with straight eyes, trying to decide whether he could believe what he said.

Nance was covered in cold sweat.

He knows how to make a hammer potion, but if he is forced to do this, will he get over it first?

The dead silence lasted for a while, and no outside sound could come in in the closed room. Susha bit her lips lightly, and she seemed to be a little moved.

The promotion of a familiar is indispensable with the assistance of potions... She is now in urgent need of a second-level potion to promote herself to the third level.

Potions are a very scarce resource.

The refining process is cumbersome, the formula is incomplete, and the raw materials are very difficult to collect. Many senior potions masters have never heard of a certain prescription or raw materials, let alone being able to refine them.

Can this useless section chief in front of her do anything... Susha looked at Nance silently, as if she was observing a strange species that she had never seen before.

After a long time, with the mentality of giving it a try, she said in the same tone as a teacher assessing a student: "Greed Abyss. Tell me all the required materials and refining methods."

Nance immediately retrieved the words "Abyss of Greed" in his mind.

[Potion: Greedy Abyss]

Green fonts represent mid-level quality.

It was underlined. After clicking on it, a few lines of words appeared in front of Nance's eyes.

[Abyss of Greed: The mid-level magic potion required for the greedy camp to advance to the third level.]

[Materials required: Red Mountain Flower*1g Nightshade*1g Nord Barnacle*5g Second-order Greedy Demon Lung Slice*50g.]

[Refining method: Consider the second-level greedy familiar body as the crucible and the blood as the fusion liquid. Continue to bake all the materials for three hours and forty minutes. The resulting fusion can be placed in the morning mist for ten minutes. 】

This is simply a cult!

As Nance read along, he suspected that the method of refining the potion was a prank thought up by a lunatic!

After hearing his words, Susha's eyes shone with joy.

She pondered with a smile and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "It sounds really interesting. My sister has been persuaded by you, so let's decide. From now on, any future income you have will belong to your sister. In addition, you must satisfy her.

A lifetime of potion needs. Do you think o is okay?"

Nance exhaled slowly, then turned his face to her: "Only if I can survive today."

"No problem!" Susha patted his shoulder generously, "If I feel right, the concentration of magic elements in your body has reached the standard for becoming a familiar. This jealousy can just be used to help you become a familiar.

…”

As she spoke, she stopped for some reason and blinked between Nance's legs.

Nance suddenly felt a little cold under his crotch.

He lowered his head.

Between his legs, there was a blood-stained face, looking at him with a strange smile.