Because her hair has become shorter, Rikka is not in the mood to go out these days. She stays in the dimensional space all day long and even often forgets to cook.
Seeing this, Boom couldn't blame him too much, so he could only stay by his side to prevent him from causing any more trouble. As for the underground arena, it was still overcrowded, not only making a lot of money, but also quickly reducing the "burden" of the royal city.
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Recently, Medea has stopped flirting in front of King Ogu. Perhaps because of this behavior, she has gradually faded out of people's sight.
Sitting by the window sill, she looked at the drizzle in the sky and was speechless for a long time. The milk tea that had long since cooled was turbid, and the room was dark and lifeless.
Medea gently stroked her belly. Although she lost her fertility due to the poisonous insect, she also had a lifelong partner.
Back to three days ago, the drizzle outside the window was replaced by clouds.
The weak and boneless morning light was sickly, unable to penetrate the fog, and could not dispel the cold. In this remaining light, Aogu City ushered in a new day.
The palace gradually became lively, the ministers walked into the palace, and King Ogu had breakfast. Queen Isabella sat in the courtyard, smelling autumn chrysanthemums and tasting pastries.
In a certain stone tower in the corner, Medea called her personal maid and ordered her to prepare the carriage. Today is the appointed day, and it is also the day to bid farewell to decadence.
Slowly driving out of the royal city, the carriage did not have any sculptures of lions, nor any flags representing the royal family. The black robe completely covered her appearance, just like the dark clouds above her head.
The secret market, the troll shop. Medea was led into the inner hall by the attendant, and the shop owner had been waiting for a long time.
"Miss Medea, are you sure you want to do this? That kind of price is not something ordinary people can afford." The middle-aged troll asked seriously while sitting on a wooden chair.
"I have made up my mind. Any pain will be borne by me personally, so you don't need to worry anymore." Medea smiled, her words full of determination.
"I still have a question. Everyone knows that the queen has a close relationship with the dark elves, so why do you choose to trade with us trolls?" the shop owner asked again.
"Because I am not a queen, and you are not a dark elf." Medea took a sip of ale and replied slowly.
Seeing this, the troll shop owner said nothing. He took out a bamboo tube from the storage bag, and after the other party paid a hundred crystal coins, he pulled out the cork.
Instantly, the room was filled with a delicate fragrance. The smell was like the purest wine, better than the perfume mixed with the sap of the World Tree.
The troll shopkeeper walked to the center of the room. He opened his mouth and bit his own finger, using blood to outline the sacrificial curse pattern on the ground.
This is a mysterious spell that only troll witch doctors can master, and it is a blood worship ritual that everyone in Chasing Sun Hills is horrified by.
Because if this kind of ghost light appears, it will definitely bring bad luck. As for the unlucky people who suffer from it, the final result will be extremely miserable without exception.
But desire always runs ahead of people, and people can never catch up with it. If people are chasing behind it, it will run fast in front, and if people slow down, it will also slow down.
But it is always one position ahead. People will think that it is within reach, but in fact it is out of reach, because it is its own shadow.
Seeing this, Medea walked up to the other party without hesitation. She slowly untied her robe until her skin was completely kissed by the air.
The troll shop owner was not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful painting. At this time, his forehead was covered with fine sweat and his fingers were gently flicking the bamboo tube.
After a moment, something the size of a thumb came out. It was like a woodworm, squirming constantly, and seemed to be sizing up the two of them.
Its whole body is blood red, and under the transparent skin are internal organs that are slowly contracting and relaxing. The tentacles on both sides are shaking like miscanthus.
Medea closed her eyes, and the troll shopkeeper used his nails to draw a spell on her lower abdomen. In an instant, a pressure filled the room, but it was not fighting spirit, nor magic power.
The curse pattern on Medea's lower abdomen was glowing with fluorescence. Seeing this, the troll shop owner immediately slammed the bamboo tube onto it. The mysterious prayer sounded faintly, and the sweet smell became stronger.
Medea frowned. As for the insect, it slowly bit her skin, tore her flesh and blood, and kept digging in.
The blood dyed her robe red, but only left a pool of wet marks on the black fabric. The curse patterns on the ground gradually disappeared, and the troll shop owner's expression became relieved again.
Her nerves were constantly wandering between colic and unconsciousness. Medea wanted to faint at this moment, but the faces of the eldest prince and queen appeared in her mind.
Bright red liquid fell to the ground from the corner of her mouth. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the wall.
The troll shop owner nodded. Only then did he fully recognize the other party. He has gone through this ritual countless times, but very few people can do it so decisively.
This insect is a unique product of the troll clan. Although not many are born, very few people will actively choose it. Because as a contracted beast, its potential power is somewhat useless.
The Blood Silkworm is a contract beast unique to the Trolls and an extremely rare companion species. It has no offensive ability, but it will make its owner look beautiful and youthful forever.
But behind this ability is a huge and tragic price. Eating the heart and marrow is a ritual to recognize one's master, and halving one's life span is a vow to each other.
Its only ability is to keep its appearance forever. It will always live in the owner's body, transforming spiritual energy through flesh and blood, and spiritual energy is the sweetest poison.
The fluorescence in the room completely dissipated, and the troll shopkeeper wrapped Medea in a robe, but Medea waved her hand and looked at her belly curiously.
"It's really a magical creature. I can feel it now, like a baby!" Although Medea's face was pale, her spirit seemed extremely excited.
"Congratulations on getting your contract beast, and I hope you can get what you want." The troll shop owner said softly.
Because in his heart, anyone who can stay with a contracted beast like the blood silkworm for life is either a miserable person or a madman.
He never asked the other party the reason from the beginning to the end. This is the professional ethics of a troll witch doctor, and it is also the basis for his foothold in Aogu City.
He is here to make money, and as long as no one warns him, everything will be the default rules of the game. As for who the blood silkworm was bought to, it is not something he should care about.
"I hope you can keep the secret for me. After all, I live in the palace." Medea took a pill and her face became rosy again.
"Trolls never use swords against their friends, so please rest assured." The troll shop owner bowed and saluted, while the other party got into the carriage and stopped speaking.
Half an hour later, Medea returned to the stone tower again. When the servants saw her return, they cheered up and welcomed her into the room with a smile.
However, Medea drove everyone away and lay alone on the bed, her hand unconsciously touching her belly.
She fell into a deep sleep after losing too much blood, and her sterile body was now filled with blood silkworms. A faint fragrance seeped out from under her skin, with a captivating sweetness, constantly teasing the dirtiest soul. p>
Medea turned her head and looked out the window. The palace was still brightly lit at this time. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she saw King Ogu who was drinking, and she seemed to be mocking Queen Isabella for her dirty tricks.
