“AAAAAH! Let me go! You brown-haired, flat-chested little mole!!!”
Looking at Wei Bai, who was tied to a chair and screaming at the top of his lungs, Phil had a smile on her face—though it didn’t contain a single ounce of warmth.
“Did Mr. Wei Bai eat garlic? Why is your mouth so foul?”
Phil’s tone carried a hint of feigned confusion, but Wei Bai knew the girl in front of him wasn’t actually hung up on that question.
“I’m saying, don’t just tie me up without a word! I never said I couldn’t produce it?!”
“Oh? But I don’t think you can produce it, Mr. Wei Bai.”
Phil gave a charming, coquettish smile.
Wei Bai suddenly felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
“W-What do you want to do?”
“Mr. Wei Bai~”
“Get lost!”
Looking at the smile on the lolita’s face, Wei Bai felt nothing but pure terror, struggling with all his might to writhe his body against the chair.
However, he didn’t know what method Phil had used, but he was tied so tightly that he couldn’t break free at all.
Looking at the cute, brown-haired girl before him, Wei Bai felt as if he were being stared down by a demon.
He couldn’t help but gulp.
Phil reached out, slowly approaching Wei Bai, while the latter watched the girl’s hand with an expression of absolute horror.
“NOOOOO!!!”
He let out a desperate, miserable howl.
Closing his eyes, Wei Bai realized he didn’t feel anything landing on him.
Wei Bai slowly opened his eyes and found Phil looking at him with a mocking expression.
The restraints on his body had already been undone.
“What? Mr. Wei Bai is so slow to get up from the chair. Don’t tell me you want to experience it again?”
The teasing look on Phil’s face grew more intense, making Wei Bai feel incredibly embarrassed.
That black-bellied, brown-haired, flat-chested little mole…
Wasn’t I just telling the truth? Does she really have such a big grudge against me?
Wei Bai muttered to himself in his heart, but his body was very honest.
He bounced up from the chair instantly.
“Mr. Wei Bai, hurry up and go get the items. I’ll be waiting right here~” Phil winked at Wei Bai, looking entirely innocent and cute.
Yeah, if he hadn’t seen this mole’s performance just now, Wei Bai would have actually believed she was just a little girl.
Thinking about how he had been sitting there perfectly fine and was tied to the chair before he even had time to react, he felt a wave of fear now that he had regained his senses.
He considered himself an experienced veteran.
He might not be the best at fighting, but when it came to running away, he had never failed once.
He always managed to use his excellent escape skills to turn danger into safety.
So, while he was tied up, he had repeatedly struggled and tried to use his ultimate escape move—Talk-no-jutsu.
In the end, the other party completely ignored him.
Instead, she toyed with him repeatedly, moving her hands and feet over him with ill intent, making him so panicked that he thought he was going to lose the “brother” he had depended on all his life.
Ahhh, damn brown-haired mole! Sooner or later, I’ll whack you back into your mole hole!!!
Wei Bai thought this way all along the road, a scene of a grand battle between him and Phil playing out in his mind.
Speaking of which, that brown-haired flat-chest let him out so easily—isn’t she afraid he’ll just run for it?
But as much as he thought about it, since he took her things, he couldn’t go back on the agreed exchange.
Otherwise, he would feel very uneasy.
Sigh, I really am a high-moral youth of the new era! Even though I was so humiliated by the other party, I’m still fulfilling the agreement regardless of past grievances.
I’m nothing like certain dark moles who are so unremarkable that their front and back look identical.
Wei Bai thought happily, his pace not slowing down at all.
He encountered many mages performing inspections along the way, but without exception, they all let him pass.
Soon, he arrived in front of his residence.
Reaching the door, he inserted the key, twisted it open, changed his shoes, and walked in.
Elf Blood… if he were an ordinary person, it might be hard to find.
But it just so happened that he was an elf—and royalty at that.
Wei Bai entered his room, poked his head out to check the window, then closed it and drew the curtains.
After locking the door, he found a small knife and the glass bottle Phil had given him.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Bai stared at the black-haired youth in the mirror for a long time.
Bit by bit, he took off the pendant and tossed it casually onto the bed.
A green light gradually glowed, and then an incomparably beautiful girl appeared in the mirror.
Emerald green eyes reflected her image in the mirror.
Mo Baiwei let out a soft sigh.
Although she had been away for many years, she still hated this race.
Even though she was a member of it, the memories of the past really didn’t make her feel nostalgic.
In that tribe of so-called kin, she had never been looked at with a straight eye…
Recalling some memories of the past, Mo Baiwei’s slender tail flickered uneasily.
Forget it, whatever!
What matters now is taking the blood.
Otherwise, she would eventually be exposed during the inspections in Kaven City.
When that happened, never mind being hated—she would probably die out there.
At the thought of those elf traffickers crawling all over her and doing whatever they wanted, Mo Baiwei’s body trembled slightly, a look of disgust surfacing on her face.
Yeah, just imagining it is repulsive.
Picking up the small knife, Mo Baiwei looked at the medicine bottle Phil had given her.
No way? Do I really have to give this much blood? I’ll die, won’t I? I definitely will, right?!
Looking at the medicine bottle that was practically as big as her head, Mo Baiwei hesitated to act.
She doubted whether she could even last until the bottle was filled.
I should be able to…
On one side is being tortured by a mole, and on the other is being studied by humans.
Mo Baiwei believed that being studied by humans was even more… no, even more horrifying for an elf.
She didn’t even want to touch those disgusting human traffickers who did whatever they wanted to her under the guise of being self-righteous.
With a single thought, Mo Baiwei cut her slender, fair wrist.
The place where the sharp knife passed was instantly sliced open, and blood flowed profusely.
“Ugh…”
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Her exquisite, almost non-human face revealed an expression of pain, and she couldn’t help but let out a low groan.
It hurts so much!
As the blood flowed down, a splash of red gradually accumulated at the bottom of the massive bottle.
Then, the red slowly rose, finally stopping at the quarter mark of the bottle.
Huh?!
Why is it only this much?!
Mo Baiwei’s face turned slightly pale, and she looked aggrieved.
She had cut her own hand, and this was all she got? What was this? Forced self-harm??
Though she had no hobby for self-harm, she had no choice.
She could only pick up the blood-stained knife with her other hand and make another cut above the original wound.
The water level in the bottle began to rise further.
There was no other way.
You have to pay the price when you take something from someone.
Even Mo Baiwei firmly followed this principle.
After cutting herself three times in a row, the pale-faced Mo Baiwei was now slumped on the table as if she had been squeezed dry.
Beside her sat a bottle filled with Elf Blood.
Dammit… that damn woman… wanting my blood… obviously… obviously one small bottle should have been enough.
Who would have thought this one bottle would be so big?!
There’s none left.
None at all.
Looking at her wrist, which had been cut three or four times and where the wounds had now dried, Mo Baiwei felt something swirling in her eyes.
Waaaaah… that damn mole…
Not a single drop left.
It’s all gone…
I’ve been squeezed dry…
Mo Baiwei looked up at the ceiling, two warm lines sliding down her cheeks.
Her eyes were dim and lifeless, her lips pale, and her hands trembling.
At this moment, she felt like she didn’t have a single ounce of strength left in her body.
She really wanted to sleep.
This is the blood of royalty! Handing over such a large bottle so easily to that woman is really letting her off cheap!
Thinking indignantly, Mo Baiwei gritted her little tiger fangs.
A hint of determination appeared on her pale little face as she weakly threw a punch at the air.
Since it’s come to this, let’s sleep first.
Having just lost so much essence and blood, Mo Baiwei didn’t want to think about anything right now.
She only wanted to sleep.
Just as she crawled onto the bed and covered herself with the quilt, Mo Baiwei closed her eyes.
Just as she felt her biological mother calling out to her in a daze, a sudden, unexpected knock on the door interrupted her progress toward sleep.
“Hey! Open up! Routine inspection!”
Hearing this, the drowsy Mo Baiwei instantly snapped awake.
Although her body was still weak and powerless, she knew now was not the time to sleep.
The guards of Kaven City had come to her door.
She sat up with a kip-up and reached for the pendant on the bed, only to suddenly realize she couldn’t find it.
Cold sweat poured from Mo Baiwei.
At this moment, her mind went completely blank.
Where’s the pendant?
Where is my pendant??
It was just here?!
If those guards find me, I’m finished!!!
No! I can’t just sit here and wait for death!
Her small hands searched frantically on the bed.
The pendant that should have been on the bedding was nowhere to be found.
Mo Baiwei turned everything over and over but still couldn’t find it.
Realizing the pendant was missing, Mo Baiwei sat on the bed without any regard for her image, looking stunned.
Her tail swayed violently behind her, and a sense of despair emerged in her heart.
She felt a suffocating sensation as her heart pounded violently, shrouded by a powerful sense of unease.
“Open the door! If you don’t open up, we’re breaking it down!!”
The voice outside grew irritable when no one answered.
Along with those words, the sound of several swords being drawn came from outside.