103: invite

"Hmph, take all these puppet corpses down, lock them in the dungeon, guard them strictly, and dispose of them all after the sun rises tomorrow."

"You are indeed cautious, but it doesn't matter. Let's go, take me to see your Lord Locke."

The puppet's tone was very calm, as if everything was irrelevant to him.

Clearly,

The other party's every move was being manipulated by the mastermind behind Kraven.

That's why he appeared so calm, completely unlike what a prisoner should be.

When Emilia saw his extraordinary demeanor, her eyes narrowed, and she drew her sword:

"I advise you, when you see Lord Locke later, do not play any tricks, or my sword will surely be plunged into your chest."

"Don't worry, I bear no ill will towards your lord. I just want to make a deal with him."

To make his words more convincing, the puppet forced a smile, trying to appear as benevolent as possible.

However, his smile looked very awkward due to his stiff facial muscles.

"Don't smile, your smile is ugly, don't you know that!"

Emilia felt very uncomfortable seeing the puppet's abstract smile, so she immediately strictly forbade him.

The puppet was visibly stunned for a moment, then immediately reverted to a wooden expression.

It even gave off a feeling of being somewhat autistic.

Emilia didn't care about him that much. Instead, she instructed the others to continue investigating, ensuring nothing was missed.

After all this was done,

She then led the remaining puppet towards the agreed meeting place with Locke.

As for how she contacted Locke, it was naturally by using the Star Slave Contract Mark.

The Star Slave Contract not only controls slaves but also has the function of transmitting messages between master and slave.

Emilia had reported the situation to Locke immediately after arresting the puppet.

"Follow me."

Emilia tugged on the iron chain in her hand, leading the wooden Vampire puppet away from the venue.

On the way to the conference room,

The puppet, manipulated by the mastermind, no longer spoke or resisted. It docilely allowed Emilia to lead it by the bound iron chain.

Although the other party seemed harmless, Emilia did not let down her guard.

Even though the puppet didn't seem to have much combat power, she had previously ordered her subordinates to bring iron chains and bind its hands.

"Who exactly are you? Why did you make Kraven target me?"

"Don't ask, I won't tell you these things. I'll tell Locke when I see him."

"Don't think I don't know who you are just because you won't say. You're the one who sold me the incomplete secret codex in the Secret Cult, aren't you?"

Emilia's tone was very firm.

Facing the question, the puppet wore a calm smile and said nothing more.

"Hmph, stop pretending. When you see my Lord Locke later, you'd better humble yourself, or I'll make you regret it."

Having hit a wall, Emilia suppressed the urge to draw her sword and hack the puppet to death, instead cautioning him, fearing he might offend Locke later.

"Don't worry, I am a gentleman, not some tramp by the roadside."

The puppet, who had been silent, suddenly blurted out a sentence when he heard Emilia say that.

"Hmph, you better be."

Emilia tugged on the iron chain in annoyance, wanting to trip the puppet and vent her anger.

However, the puppet used some unknown technique underfoot. Although she pulled him into a stumble, he never fell to the ground.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Emilia lost interest and continued walking towards the conference room with a gloomy face, no longer speaking.

She silently led the puppet towards the conference room.

On the other side, Locke had just finished the car driving activity with Erica.

Earlier, when he sensed the message from Emilia through the Star Slave Contract,

He pulled the joystick and drove the car in a final sprint towards the finish line. The two had already tidied their attire.

"Erica, you go back first, I have important matters to attend to."

"But I... I want to drive again."

Erica's body swayed uncontrollably against the wall, clearly unable to get up again.

But she still couldn't control the impulse in her heart.

She was now completely addicted to Locke, like someone who had smoked weed, utterly unable to control herself.

Immediately after using Nephele Root, she developed a deep craving and dependence on it.

It was as if she had been branded by Locke, from her soul to her body.

Seeing her like this, Locke knew that his very unreliable passive skill, Nephele Root, had activated.

That's why Erica, even while twitching, still appeared unable to stop.

"This skill truly lives up to its reputation; the effect is actually so good."

Locke couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and also felt a little regretful.

Why didn't he draw a more useful combat skill when he drew the lottery back then?

If he had a combat skill with the same expressive power as Nephele Root,

Locke even suspected that his strength might have directly crossed the Sequence 9 threshold and entered the Sequence 8 level.

"Alas, what a pity."

Locke's sigh wasn't because he thought the transcendent skill Nephele Root wasn't good.

Rather, he felt that,

Even with his inherently extra-long barrel, coupled with his Athlete Constitution and Expert-Level Mating Skills,

He could achieve a similar irresistible effect even without Nephele Root.

Seeing him silent for a long time, Erica spoke again, urging him seductively:

"Lord Locke, I want more!"

Erica's voice directly reached Locke's heart, but he knew it wasn't the time for that. He gritted his teeth and reluctantly refused Erica's invitation for a second round.

"Erica, I have important matters to discuss with Emilia. Would you please go back and rest? Later, later I will definitely satisfy you again."

"Then... alright."

Erica's face was flushed, but her expression was somewhat dejected. However, since Locke had said so, she was too embarrassed to ask for more.

Mainly, after Locke's delay, the intoxicating desire gradually receded.

Replaced by a tearing, distended pain.

"Be careful on your way."

Erica nodded, then, supporting herself against the wall, she stumbled towards her room.

After watching Erica leave, Locke wiped the lingering lipstick from his face and neck, then headed towards the conference room.

He wanted to see what the mastermind wanted by actively seeking him out!