Kelly turned to the next page, and it looked like the principal's handwriting was a lot messy.

"It's not a wish spirit, it's a devil!

When I reopened the book, the first words it wrote on the paper were:

'I didn't expect you to come back so early.'

It seemed to have guessed that I would go back soon, which was certainly not surprising, as it was a wish elf. At that time, I was still full of excitement and had no idea what it would say.

I first thanked him very warmly for his help and wonderful wishes.

Tanvisji said very politely that it was just a matter of effort.

After hearing its words, I looked forward to the answers to the questions.

'What do I need to do to achieve a new wish?'

Tanvisji showed slight embarrassment:

'Actually, I also want to fulfill your wish, but I can't pay you anything without getting something in return. This is the rule of our elves. I already crossed the line that time...'

I just said:

'Of course, I'll pay for it.'

Tanvisji stirred the ink on the page, and the beautifully handwritten English words formed sentences, revealing their cruelty for the first time:

'The reward for the fulfillment of our race's wishes is not determined by myself, but by God's providence.'

It stirs the ink again, rearranging the letters:

'The price will be your tongue, and the reward will be dozens of times richer than your original wish.'

As if seeing my shock, Tanvisji added another sentence at the bottom.

'The second wish is not necessary, you can think about it carefully.'

My tongue, this thing wants my tongue.

Kind nature spirits.

Is this really a request made by a kind creature? If I lose my tongue, I will only be able to make sounds like hum and ah in my life, and will never be able to communicate with others.

How crazy do you have to be to agree to this request? Anyway, I knew I was not a lunatic, so I left there, but I vaguely felt that the stickman’s eyes, which were made up of small black dots, hid some kind of special expectation.

I said goodbye to Tanvisji and lived a happy life.

That is of course impossible, otherwise I should tell this story to my children in my old age, but now I can only write it down.

I returned to school and enjoyed the convenience brought to me by being the principal, but I was too happy too early.

I also have to bear the trouble it brings.

It is an obvious fact that I do not have the abilities of the previous principal.

Maybe I can teach, and even my academic level is no worse than some corrupt professors, but I am definitely not a qualified leader.

Countless problems swarmed in. I couldn't make the choices my previous principal would have made. I made mistakes and lost a lot of money, but what really mattered was the weakening of my prestige.

But that's not the worst problem.

I was so absorbed in the dean's boast that I did not notice that he had discovered my ignorance and incompetence.

He is a smart man. Although he is not good at teaching and does not understand chemistry, he is proficient in political means.

In the process of trading with the famous businessman Mr. Dickinson, I made a mistake.

I listened to the dean's advice.

Then things got worse and worse. The mayor came to see me, and many people came to question and remind me that I had offended someone.

The leader of a business empire - the crazy businessman Dickinson. Before this, as a small person, I had no idea what this name represented.

He might not care at all about my offending bug chirping, or he might find a way to trip me up and make me lose my current position. More likely, he would send two killers and take away my fragile life.

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I was so panicked, especially after knowing what he had done, that I could no longer sleep peacefully. The shadow of death would haunt me in my dreams.

I knew there was only one way I could calm my fears.

But I didn’t go to the wish genie immediately.

Because at this moment, I already have some doubts about its identity. In my opinion, the devil is more likely to make such a strange "deal".

No matter how beautiful words are used to cover it up, it cannot change the dark fact. It will not realize people's wishes at all. How can there be any wish that requires a price?

I call it trading.

But it does have magical power and can get me out of trouble, but I have a problem.

It had said before that I should go later.

Is it because it has known for a long time that my wish is beyond my control, and that I will encounter many difficulties, and then return to it and pray for its help again, and then I will be like a person falling into a spider web?

Like a flying insect, it can no longer escape its control.

Forgive me for my malicious speculation about this benefactor. In fact, I didn’t think that much at the beginning. The reason why I wrote this is because I want you, the person who is reading this story, to know one thing.

Tanvisji is not a wish spirit, nor is it worthy of your trust.

I am just hesitating, hesitating in my tongue and status. If I give up my current status, I can still live a very luxurious life.

I made a decision, and until I wrote this, I still didn’t know if I was doing the right thing.”

Kelly took two steps back to ensure that Roxton and Richard would not see any of the contents of the diary.

Did the third extraordinary creature she encountered actually exist in the description of a diary?

"I tried, I tried to give up everything, but I couldn't bear it. If a man was once a king, then having him become a minister is torture.

I couldn't bear the torture, so I gave my tongue to Tanvisji.

Then I heard the first words it said, a sharp voice like a naughty child:

'what do you want?'

What did I get? I won't tell you, reader, because that thing is so wonderful that I can't trust you to suppress your greed.

All in all, I regained my dream and status.

And Tanvisji, it also has a voice."

This page ends again.

And Kelly suddenly thought of something.

A person without a tongue.

A tongueless, hairy beast.
Chapter completed!