Simply put, if Herag now ordered the elf maiden to commit suicide, her body would automatically act on the command.
After the contract was signed, Herag felt a new connection between him and the elf maiden.
A red mark appeared in his mind, through which he could control the elf maiden.
Apart from directly triggering the mark to cause the elf maiden’s demise.
Herag could also impose some punishments through the mark, such as full-body pain or itchiness in a specific spot.
This master-servant contract placed no constraints on the master, entirely placing one end of the chain in the master’s hand.
"Unlock her handcuffs and ankle chains, and give her a pair of shoes to wear." Herag glanced at the elf maiden’s feet, bare and stepping on the ground, the originally fair skin now covered in dirt, with some wounds on her feet.
Pom took out a key and unlocked the elf maiden’s handcuffs and ankle chains, then retrieved a pair of shoes from his space ring.
"They’re a bit big for you, but you can still wear them for now." Pom handed the shoes to the elf maiden.
The elf maiden held the shoes, looking a bit at a loss, unable to understand Herag and the others’ conversation, unaware of their intentions.
"Put on the shoes." Herag instructed in the elf language.
Hearing him speak, her face lit up with a hint of joy, but quickly realized that it was normal for a wizard to be well-learned and know elf language, so her expression dimmed again.
She lifted one tender white foot, slipped it into the shoe, then put the other foot in as well.
The shoes were obviously much larger, and the elf maiden wore them awkwardly, feeling as if she were wearing slippers.
Herag had learned the elf language in the Moonlight Forest; the library’s second level had books on the elf language, which he picked up along the way.
"Let’s go." Seeing she had put on the shoes, Herag left Box No. 6 with Mr. Blake.
The elf maiden, a bit confused, followed behind, feeling anxious, unsure of what fate awaited her, her small hands clutching her clothes, lost in thought.
Back at the Cheqi Family shop, Herag shut the door, and the elf maiden stood by the entrance, too scared to take a step forward, looking at Herag with fearful eyes.
"What’s your name?" Herag asked.
"Chatiya Ol...Olver..." Chatiya reluctantly answered, as if wanting to hide her name.
Herag keenly noticed this and asked, "Is there something special about your name? Or does it hold some significance?"
Chatiya clutched her clothes, seemingly reluctant to speak, but under the master-servant contract’s constraint, she had to answer: "Olver is the ruler of the Elf Plane, a royal family among the elves, and I am a princess of the royal family."
Herag smiled knowingly, understanding why Chatiya was hesitant to mention her surname.
The royal family is the most noble bloodline among elves; ordinary elves live only about a thousand years, but royal elves have lifespans of at least three thousand years, increasing with their strength.
Herag learned from Shenlan’s database that royal elves are also immensely powerful, inheriting magical power through their bloodline.
As they age, the strength of royal elves increases accordingly.
It seemed she had been concealing her identity, and those at the auction had always treated her as an ordinary elf, trading her for her extraordinary beauty, fetching higher prices.
If it were known she was a royal elf, she wouldn’t have been traded to the Barren Land; she would have been purchased in the Land of Dawn.
Olver is the ruler of the Elf Plane, the strongest being in that plane, and the most powerful bloodline.
"No wonder the bloodline power I sensed was so strong..." Herag felt he had hit the jackpot; Chatiya’s value had significantly increased.
Seeing Chatiya still fearful, he smiled, "You don’t have to be so afraid. As long as you are obedient, I won’t do anything excessive to you."
Herag’s reassurance had little effect; Chatiya remained filled with fear and anxiety.
Seeing this, Herag could only smile wryly, realizing it was impossible to stabilize her emotions in the short term. He retrieved a wizard robe from his space ring.
"Go take a bath and wear this for now; I don’t have any clothes for girls here." Herag tossed the wizard robe beside Chatiya.
Chatiya carefully picked up the wizard robe, holding it to her chest, standing in place somewhat uncertainly.
Herag rolled his eyes, "Don’t worry, I won’t bathe with you or peek at you; I’m not interested in small buns."
"Ok... okay, mas... master." Chatiya wasn’t very trusting of his promise and was puzzled by the term ’small buns,’ as it wasn’t in the elf language.
"Wait, from now on, call me... um... being called master feels embarrassing, just call me Lord Herag," Herag instructed.
Chatiya bowed, "Understood, Lord Herag."
"Mm, go ahead." Herag waved a hand, lying back on the large bed, contemplating his future plans.
The dragon blood he just acquired needed to be absorbed quickly for its bloodline power, and he also wanted to try absorbing some of Chatiya’s royal elf bloodline to see its effect.
There was another matter: Bessie’s inability to grow her spiritual power; it was high time to send her the completed magic potion.
Over the past year, he had conveniently finished that magic potion experiment.
But if he were to send the potion, it had to be through Larry’s hands. Completing it too quickly would seem out of the ordinary, and now, one year later, the timing was just right.
As Herag pondered these matters, the sound of water came from the bathroom.
Chatiya carefully drew the curtain, preventing Herag from peeking, even though she didn’t know it was useless against him.
Chatiya turned on the faucet, and the warm water quickly filled the bathtub. She slowly removed her thin clothing, glancing down, suddenly realizing what ’small buns’ meant. This update ıs available on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Mine aren’t that small, why say I’m small..." Chatiya thought, feeling a bit unconvinced.
After Erza, compared to her, Chatiya indeed seemed quite small, but it was still just average.
In terms of appearance alone, Chatiya was the most beautiful and perfect woman Herag had ever seen; the elf race naturally surpassed other races in beauty.
Although Herag claimed not to peek, he observed for a while, mainly worried that Chatiya might drown in the bathtub. After all, she was a two thousand-magic-stone purchase; her death would mean a significant loss.
"Hmm... looks fine..." Herag took a brief look before withdrawing Shenlan’s environmental detection.