32: Star Slave Ritual

Inside the train, within the compartment.

An unknown pink energy quietly circulated between the two of them.

Clearly, that mysterious entity had once again cast its gaze toward Locke.

Locke didn't feel much about this; the main issue was Emilia, whose brain had been completely taken over by the pink energy in a short amount of time.

Her facial expressions and actions were just like Erica's when she had been controlled earlier.

"Hehe."

She didn't speak, only letting out two "hehe" sounds before grabbing the revolver and playing with it by herself.

These similar expressions and actions made Locke immediately notice that familiar touch of pink in her eyes.

"What exactly is this thing? Could I have been targeted by that mysterious woman from my dreams?"

However, there was no one to answer his question now, and the pink energy controlling Emilia seemed to only know how to indulge in lust and pleasure.

It wasn't interested in what he was saying at all, not even lifting her head once.

Locke sighed, too lazy to dwell on these things that couldn't be figured out right now.

He immediately focused his attention back on reality.

Although it was the pink energy controlling Emilia that made her wipe his long gun without hesitation, Locke felt the process didn't matter; what mattered was achieving his goal.

His current goal was to place the [Star Slave Contract] onto Emilia, making her his first Star Slave to help him complete the Underworld quest.

As for who was controlling her body, he didn't care at all.

After wiping the long gun until it shone, Locke felt the timing was about right and immediately pulled up Emilia, who hadn't lifted her head.

However, the moment he met Emilia's eyes, he suddenly noticed a mysterious symbol flash across them.

One end of the symbol was round, and the other was a curved crescent moon; in short, it looked very unique, and once seen, it would never be forgotten.

The second this mark appeared, Locke felt as if he had drifted back into a dream, once again seeing that familiar white-haired silhouette.

But this time, he felt like he was about to see her face.

"Just a little more, just a little more and I'll be able to see clearly! I want to see who you really are, playing god and ghost here."

He strained his eyes, staring fixedly at Emilia's now-pink pupils, wanting to take this opportunity to see that white-haired figure clearly.

But no matter how hard he tried, he always felt as if her face was blocked by a thin layer of mist, making it impossible to see.

Fortunately, he did get a rough look at her figure, though of course, it was only a rough look.

Her white, pink-tinged skin looked extremely smooth, just like a newborn baby's skin, untainted by the dust of the world.

Besides that, only a simple silhouette and white hair were etched into his mind.

He wanted to keep looking, but he saw the white-haired figure seemed a bit angry and waved her hand lightly, which instantly pulled him out of the dream and back into reality.

With dreams and reality overlapping, Locke was dazed for a moment before snapping back to his senses: "This woman is definitely not a simple character, but she doesn't seem to have any malice toward me."

Locke wanted to think for a while longer, but Emilia, having lost her self-awareness, pounced on him, pinned him against the wall, and looked up to kiss him.

Emilia was like a wild and slippery loach at this moment, swirling in his mouth and constantly teasing his nerves.

"Could this be the mysterious person manipulating her?"

The reason Locke thought this was mainly because Emilia's technique regarding lust today was so skilled that even he felt inferior.

He had to know that he possessed Mating Lv5 and the Athlete Constitution, making him a special man who was definitely the most experienced among everyone.

Yet, in this confrontation with Emilia, he was completely at a disadvantage.

"Oho oho."

But Emilia, having lost consciousness, couldn't speak after all, and could only repeat these two tones.

This reduced Locke's interest quite a bit.

However, Emilia's particularly voluptuous figure kept him from stopping.

Especially those hips that were wider than her shoulders; they were absolutely the most lethal in this world.

As the saying goes, hips wider than shoulders, better than a living immortal.

Although, normally, the accompaniment should be more varied and intense, Locke thought for a moment, raised his hand, and slapped down hard.

The crowd waiting outside the train couldn't help but feel a bit bored after their excitement faded.

Especially Kruto; he was naturally an impatient person, and making him wait here was torture for every minute he sat.

"What exactly are they talking about? Why haven't they come out yet?"

The next moment, he heard a series of faint "papa" sounds, as if someone were fighting and colliding inside the train.

And it was getting more intense, with the commotion growing louder.

There were even occasional "clanging" sounds of a dining table hitting the wall.

The sound wasn't small; not just him, but the rest of the werewolves and Vampires present heard it too.

This made them all prick up their ears, and at the same time, they subconsciously stood on tiptoes, wanting to see clearly what was happening between Locke and Emilia inside the carriage.

Alek frowned and muttered to himself: "Could it be that this Lord and Elder Emilia have started fighting? This is somewhat bad."

Kruto also nodded.

Because the sound really sounded like two people engaged in physical combat.

Thinking of this, his eyes immediately lit up: "Could they be bargaining through a duel?"

A group of werewolves and Vampires, who should have been hostile to each other, unexpectedly reached a consensus at this moment.

They all snuck their heads out, wanting to see clearly what was happening inside the compartment.

But the tightly drawn curtains behind the glass window made it impossible for them to see anything.

They could only see two figures moving back and forth inside the carriage.

Seeing this actually confirmed their guess.

Kruto also became interested, subconsciously clenching his fists.

"It seems they really are fighting; this makes my hands itch. After Locke comes out, I must spar with him."

Inside the carriage, Locke finally found the opportunity to drive the [Star Slave Contract] into Emilia's body.

"The goals for this time have finally been perfectly achieved."

Looking at the pink patterns perfectly displayed on Emilia's snow-white back, Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead with satisfaction.

As the contract ritual was completed, the pink contract patterns flickered a few times and then faded into Emilia's snow-white skin.

The pink energy that had been lingering around the two of them seemed satisfied, then returned to the void beyond the heavens.

Emilia, completely naked, patted her head and woke up: "What... happened to me?"

Locke had already tidied his clothes and sat back in his seat; of course, that [Bulletproof Suit] with the large side effects had long been retracted into his Personal Space.

The main reason was that the side effects were too great, and he was afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would be targeted by the entity behind this suit.

His current strength couldn't withstand that kind of trouble.

Locke tapped the table lightly, attracting Emilia's attention, and then probed: "Do you know what you should call me now?"

Emilia immediately knelt down. "Master."