Contract Established

Chapter 64 Contract Established

Alphonse looked at the terms and felt a little puzzled. Branta had actually written that he and Mia would lead the army of the Cold Wind Territory to fight with all their might for the survival of the Blue Feather Territory.

It seems he values ​​Mia highly, and they have also found out that Mia actually has the strength of a fourth-level battle qi.

Since I transmigrated, almost all the enemies I've seen Mia take action are dead. How did this information get leaked?

I couldn't help but ask, "Why was Mia specifically mentioned as needing to participate in the war?"

"Your Excellency, you attended the Mujik family's banquet a while ago, didn't you? Knight Mia was provoked that day, but she single-handedly defeated several family knights. She was an indispensable and powerful force in this war," Branta explained.

So that's how it is!

Alphonse recalled the events of that day: when he went to the side hall to call Mia, she was all alone, occupying a table in the corner to eat.

I thought she was being ostracized, but I never expected her to do something like this.

That's right, given her temperament, she wouldn't swallow her anger.

It seems the Swood family didn't attend the dinner that day; they're quite well-informed, aren't they?

Branta finished writing the contract, turned it around, and pushed it in front of Alphonse. "Your Excellency, please take a look. Are there any clauses that need to be added?"

Alphonse read it carefully; the payment promised by the Swood family would be delivered after the war, and blacksmiths and mining experts would be sent as agreed.

It doesn't matter whether the mining experts come or not, since we don't need miners. The gold-eating ants are the ones mining, so we can even save on their salaries.

That is, it just adds the trouble of Monica.

They had originally intended to ask the Swood family to provide some armor and equipment, but then they thought that Branta only dared to come to Coldwind Territory secretly at night to discuss things, so it was hard to say that there might be spies from the Mujik family in Bluefeather Territory. It would be better to alert them than to make things worse.

Furthermore, if a batch of armor is hastily procured, the soldiers will still lack the time to adapt. The combined protection of leather armor and chainmail is still acceptable, and being lightly armed makes it easier to launch a surprise attack.

Alphonse was unwilling to defend the city; such a war of attrition would be too troublesome.

With that in mind, Alphonse gave up the idea of ​​getting the equipment. "Don't let anyone know that I'm willing to help. When the time comes, I'll just lead my men to the battle."

"No problem!" Branta nodded hastily. "Although the Coldwind Territory's guards are all veterans, their numbers are somewhat lacking. Your Excellency, please be sure to recruit more soldiers to participate in the battle!"

"Hmm," Alphonse replied casually.

Since it wasn't written in the contract, whether or not to recruit personnel is entirely up to them.

Without further hesitation, he took the quill pen and signed the contract.

Brenta immediately signed her name as well.

As soon as the contract was established, the phantom of the Libra immediately appeared in the sky.

Alphonse may disregard the martial arts of this world, but he dares not underestimate the divine power that protects the contract.

Having personally experienced the constraints of contracts, after signing the contract with Chloe to sell the cream recipe, he could make cream himself, but when he wanted to tell others about it, it was like forgetting how to write a character – he could hardly recall the contents of the cream recipe.

A world where gods exist is indeed quite strange.

Branta put away the contract, stood up, and said, "Your Excellency, I have to get back soon, so I'll take my leave now."

"Okay," Alphonse replied casually.

Branta placed his hand on his chest and bowed again. "I wish Your Excellency a pleasant evening."

After saying that, he ignored Monica and walked straight out, closing the door behind him.

Brenta's subtext was something Alphonse, an old hand, certainly understood; this "pleasure" must have come from Monica.

She had no intention of leaving at all.

The daughter was sent away so readily.

It seems that even daughters of noble families have little human rights; when the family's survival is at stake, they are merely pawns to be sacrificed.

As soon as Branta left, Monica made her move.

It seems they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

She stood up gently.

"Let's take a break."

Her voice was low and hoarse.

It took all his strength to say those words.

A pair of delicate hands were already unbuttoning her long skirt.

She had plotted against her predecessor, leading to the predecessor making an agreement with Keberie to duel for honor, and dying from alcoholism and drug overdose out of fear.

Alphonse couldn't muster any pity for her.

In the blink of an eye, he had already decided how to deal with her.

He said in a deep voice, "Look at me!"

Monica trembled and obediently looked over.

Alphonse's eyes shimmered with a mesmerizing light, and Monica, an ordinary person without any power, was instantly captivated and lost her mind.

"Did Baron Swood order you to do this?"

"Yes," Monica replied blankly.

"What else does he plan to have you do?"

"He told me not to anger you, to obey all your demands, in order to make up for the mistake of breaking off the engagement. This is the only value I can offer to the family. In the future, I might even be able to obtain the status of Baroness by virtue of your love for me."

Tsk!

How could someone even have such a thought!

Alphonse couldn't help but chuckle.

It doesn't matter what Monica herself feels.

I have no intention of delving into it further.

I just wanted to find out Baron Swood's intentions.

"Besides your family members, have you had any intimate contact with other men?"

Alphonse couldn't tell, but he had heard the Heavenly Demon Sect Master say that if the space between the eyebrows is not scattered and the roots of the eyebrows are not messy, then one is a virgin.

But this method of observation doesn't seem very reliable.

Moreover, there are some differences between people from the Central Plains and foreign women.

"No," Monica replied blankly.

Alphonse nodded slowly. "Remember this well. From now on, you are my personal maid. You cannot let any other man touch you except me. You must obey any of my orders. All you need to do is offer your loyalty to me."

"Yes."

"I will snap my fingers and you will wake up."

With a crisp "snap," the confusion in Monica's eyes faded, and her spirits returned.

She called out softly, "Master."

The voice was too hoarse and didn't sound very pleasant.

"You should get some rest tonight. I'll arrange a room for you."

"Yes, thank you, Master." Monica gave an exceptionally gentle smile.

Alphonse wasn't a paragon of virtue like Liu Xiahui, who could remain unmoved by temptation, nor did he have any moral fastidiousness.

It's just that I don't want to indulge myself recklessly for the time being. Monica can be a good vessel for me to gain more benefits.

With the aid of the Divine Incense, Monica was able to cultivate the Celestial Soul-Destroying Technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

After I break through the barrier between life and death and open up the Ren and Du meridians, I will let her nourish me with her primordial yin, which will help me in my subsequent cultivation of the eight extraordinary meridians.

Before the Ren and Du meridians are open and the balance of Yin and Yang (dragon and tiger) is achieved, it is best to maintain a pure Yang body.

With a pure Yang body, it is easier to break through the barrier between life and death, which is why Shaolin has been able to thrive for thousands of years and is hailed as the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

(End of this chapter)