"So, signed this letter of commitment."

Under the Hydra Palace, in the Hall of Clemma, a hall dedicated to Metiga's multi-functional integration, such as work, rest, and research, with a little dim spell light, Metiga took out a roll of black parchment rolls.

On the parchment roll with a faint stimulating smell, dozens of contract terms were written in blood-colored words.

The text is a strange cuneiform character. Every stroke and every stroke is like a knife and an axe chop, full of a strong sense of power. Qiao looked at these words, and there was a faint illusion in front of him, and there was also a slight whisper next to his ears.

There are three weird emblem seals above the roll.

The emblem seal was just in front of Joe, who happened to know him. He had seen it in the Mask Cat Club in Tulum Harbor. This is the black snake pattern symbol representing ‘Al’.

On the left side of the Al emblem seal is a scepter emblem seal coiled around the two snakes. The scepter is simple in shape, with two snakes one black and one white. The simple emblem seal inexplicably exerted great soul pressure on Joe.

On the right side of the Al emblem seal is an equally simple balance emblem seal.

There is a heart on one side of the scale, and a feather on the other side.

This balance emblem seal is a bit like the object order balance of the Ram body that Joe sacrificed.

Similarly, this balance emblem seal exuded a faint soul pressure, making Qiao feel uncomfortable all over.

Below the parchment roll, there are thirteen emblem seals with a faint sense of power. All of these emblem seals are simple in shape, but they are wonderful in themselves, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

Metiga slapped the parchment roll in front of Joe.

"Sign up... I think you have a high probability that you won't understand this ancient 'Divine Confidence Text', and I'm too lazy to give you a course on the Divine Confidence Text. This thing is too complicated. A specialized ancient text expert has no thirty years of research, and it is difficult for you to understand what these texts together represent."

"However, I can probably tell you that this is a constraint... Those who take the sixth-level potion from the imperial royal family cannot pose a threat to the royal family itself and the empire."

"This contract borrows sixteen noble and noble people, and the world has forgotten its name, but its power still exists in the glory of the unspeakable existence in the world, forming this contract... Once the signatories cause harm to the royal family and the empire, they will definitely pay a terrible price."

Metiga raised her head, and under the stacked cumbersome eyes, a pair of small eyes glowed, looking at Qiao Yuanmeng, white big face plate very seriously.

"Not only you, but also the lucky little ghost heads who are ready to give the sixth level potion, they must also sign their names on this contract... A superb sixth level who truly masters all the power is a single-player field army."

"Once they have all their strength, they will be enough to cause a devastating blow to a city with a population of millions."

"Once they act recklessly, they can cause great panic among the people in a provincial area of ​​the empire, causing great damage to the society, economy, and the rule of the empire."

"So, the royal family is very cautious in giving the sixth-level potion."

Metiga sighed heavily: "Do you know the cost of this sheepskin contract? The cost of this sheepskin scroll must be borne by you, do you know? 50 million gold marks... This contract, 50 million gold marks."

Joe looked at Metiga in horror. He took a step back and shouted, "Ah, 50 million... It's such a quack, beautifully done... My brother Gorkin, and his guys, when they took the sixth level potion..."

Metiga rolled her eyes at Joe: "They don't have to sign this damn contract."

"They are soldiers, they are soldiers who have been tested in the Imperial Army and have proven their loyal and bravery."

"The empire, and the royal family, trust these soldiers who sacrificed their lives and shed their blood on the battlefield... So, they got the sixth-level potion, and they didn't need to sign this damn contract."

"The Empire trusts them!"

"The Empire trusts soldiers who sacrificed everything for the Empire."

"In the history of the empire, all soldiers who have been trusted by the royal family have fulfilled their oaths with their actions, their blood and lives, and perfectly rewarded the royal family's trust in them."

Metiga rolled her eyes at Joe: "You, Joe Rong Weitu, have also gained the trust of the Empire... Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo beside you have also gained this trust after being identified by the Imperial Army Military Intelligence Bureau."

"But you asked for thirty sixth-level potions, and Salian recognized this number... Then, there are twenty-eight sixth-level potions... Aha, none of the bastards around you are trustworthy except Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo!"

"So, they must sign this contract... As their master, and their companions, you, Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo, must sign this contract and bear joint and several liability!"

Qiao stared at Metiga fiercely: "Ah, the people around me are not trustworthy? Mr. Si Gengsi and Uncle Ya..."

Metiga took out a wrinkled piece of paper from the inner bag of the cloak: "This is the information sent by some departments of the empire before you enter the door. Your Mr. Segens is suspected of being related to three major, vicious, violent incidents that use heretic power, which involves annihilation of a team of Knights of the Holy Court of the Golden Oak Church."

"And your Uncle Ya, well, his glorious deeds are not difficult to investigate. He is involved in 278 violent and criminal cases around Tulun Port... He himself is an exiled nobleman, suspected of being related to him, which has led to the destruction of some noble ladies and broken family affairs. There are as many as 23 of them that can be found..."

Metiga rolled her eyes at Qiao: "And the family guards around you... Tsk tsk, those big bosses are all heroes... Aha, they are all 'simple and good people' with 'noble character' and 'kind and kind'..."

"The Empire doesn't mind the leakage of some sixth-level potions, whether they are used for resources or goldmarks, or for rewarding meritorious officials, the Empire doesn't mind the existence of some sixth-level extraordinary people in the outside world."

"But these forces cannot deal with the empire in reverse... This is a very reasonable thing!"

Joe shrugged and grabbed the quill handed over by Metiga.

He was about to write his name on the roll when he suddenly stopped and looked at Metiga with some suspicion: "Well, it's just that we can't harm the empire, whatever...what we want to do?"

Metiga nodded and whistled a frivolous whistle: "Others, no matter what you want to do with this power... take responsibility for what you do yourself...even if you kill the Pope of Dhabou... bear all the consequences for what you do yourself."

Qiao looked at the bloody handwriting on the roll, licked his lips, and carefully signed his name at the end of the roll, above the thirteen emblems.

Qiao clearly used black ink. His name fell on the roll, and his name suddenly burned. After a breath, his name turned blood, like a branding iron, and it was deeply imprinted into the roll.

"Remember, no matter which one of your subordinates you give to use, you must sign this contract before using it." Metiga ordered a pampering scroll: "The contract itself, 50 million gold marks...thirty sixth-level potions, because they are recognized by Sally, are rewards for the merits you have made this time, so they are exempt from all costs and are provided to you for free."

"But, those guys around you, other potions they need during the advancement process, fifth-level shadow wolf, fourth-level saber-tooth wolf, third-level gray-shadow fox, etc. The cost of these potions must be borne by you. You count the number of people and tell me the type and level of potions they have taken, and I will give you a final price."

Metiga put away the parchment roll and continued to roll his eyes at Joe: "Remember, if they have taken other sequences of extraordinary potions, before the third level, they can use purification potions to wash away the evolutionary sequences in their bodies and let them start again from the first-level spotted blue lizard."

"However, if they have taken the other sequences of the third level or above, then they will have no chance of being corroded demon wolf with the six-eyed corroded demon wolf. The sequence has penetrated their bodies and souls and cannot be turned back."

Qiao nodded seriously: "Don't worry, the elite guards of the Vitu family, if they take extraordinary potions, they will all be sequences of the Imperial Army's Everglades Shadow Wolf... Many of the guards of the Vitu family are retired soldiers, and... the relationship between the Vitu family and Duke Ross is very good."

Metiga rolled her eyes again.

"Then, come with me, I will prepare a sixth-level potion for you now... Oh, it's really a pity that your Apophis Palace was destroyed by those damn abyss creatures. This time, we have eliminated tens of thousands of damn abyss beasts, and they have a large amount of abyss materials on them."

"If it weren't for them, this time, I really couldn't prepare thirty little babies you want for you."

Metiga grabbed a scepter that was apart from him, walked step by step in front of Joe, and led Joe towards another hall.

After walking in the dark and deep corridor for a while, Metiga suddenly turned around and looked at Joe.

"Do you still have an impression of your childhood, or what happened when you were a child?"

Metiga narrowed her eyes and giggled, "Don't worry, I have no other meaning. I just want to see whether the Marquis of Joe von Weitu, who has made Heidra Fortress turn upside down these two days, is a reckless idiot or a smart little clever guy... People say that the smarter the doll, the more I remember what happened when I was a child."

Joe glared at Metica fiercely.

He snorted coldly, and suddenly flashed through his mind. A few months ago, in Tulun Port, he experienced the dream-like but not the dream-like scene he had experienced.

That was the day when Laplacie appeared in his mind. (Chapter 9)

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flame.

Blood.

Thick smoke.

Corpse.

It was pouring rain.

Hysterical lightning.

The biting cold air makes people feel suffocating and high fever, severe headaches, fainting and convulsions again and again.

Who is holding me?

That familiar face?

Lightning flashed across the sky, bringing sudden light.

The little face that was frozen blue, the face of the young Gorkin.

He hugged himself tightly, trembling all over, panic, and whispered in fear.

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Joe gently waved the killing of Helinger in his hand and grinned at Metiga: "I remember...but, I won't tell you!"
Chapter completed!