“Employment Contract”

“Party A: Annan Doran”

“Party B: Asho Heath/Igura Bokin/Aqiborde Harvey”

“Clause 1: Party A is responsible for the personal safety of Party B.”

“Clause 2: Party A must ensure that Party B has 8 hours of rest time every day.”

“Clause 3: Party B has the right to decide on their own course of action when injured.”

“…”

“Clause 39: Party B has the right to refuse unreasonable mating requests.”

“Under the premise of complying with the above clauses, Party A can command Party B to do anything, but the commanded tasks must not violate the aforementioned clauses.”

“Contract period: 101 days, start time: May 2, 1668, 19:15, end time: August 10, 1668, 19:15”

As these three contracts turned into golden light and dissipated in the air, the purple-clad girl, Annan, pressed a button, and the lock collars on Asho and the other two were immediately released.

“Welcome to join us. Let’s get along well for the next 101 days,” Annan opened her arms as if welcoming them. “I am Annan Doran, the head of the Funeral Affairs Office. You can call me Director, Miss, or Boss, but I prefer another title—Purple Moth. This is my butler, Bange Mikalisi, also the second member of the office.”

The young butler nodded politely to them and handed them a few handkerchiefs.

Igura coldly took the handkerchief and wiped his face, feeling somewhat resentful. The time was still too tight, and they were indeed in a situation where they had to lower their heads under someone else’s roof. The other party insisted on not modifying the ‘absolute dominion’, so Igura could only add clauses to ensure their rights.

And Annan’s reasons were also very sufficient. She needed them to carry out some very secret tasks. Without gaining dominion, there was no basis for mutual trust between the two sides. How could she reveal her true needs?

Asho stared at the handkerchief and suddenly asked a strange question, “Is it still 1668 here?”

“Hmm?” Annan accurately caught the keyword. “Still?”

“We come from the Blood Moon Kingdom,” Igura’s eyes flickered. “According to the Blood Moon calendar, today is still May 2, 1688.”

Different countries but the same calendar. Just thinking about it felt like it involved secrets from ancient times. Everyone chose to end the topic with silence.

“There’s actually something I’ve been wondering for a long time,” Asho said. “Even though we are from different countries, why do we have the same language and similar writing?”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Asho with subtle expressions. Annan, with high emotional intelligence, directly asked, “It seems like the Blood Moon Kingdom is a very barbaric country. They haven’t popularized basic education yet?”

“I won’t refute the first half of your statement, but he really is a fish that slipped through the net of basic education,” Igura sighed. “Please don’t generalize our Blood Moon people based on his behavior.”

Asho still looked confused. At this moment, Cleos, wearing a red hat, walked over and helped him understand, “The original writing comes from the names of the sorcery spirits. When a sorcerer completely masters a sorcery spirit, they will obtain the true name and pronunciation of the spirit. Therefore, as long as it is a country ruled by sorcerers, the language and pronunciation will be similar.”

Annan also said, “The characters you didn’t recognize earlier are mostly ‘extended characters’ that have never become the names of sorcery spirits. If I remember correctly, the number of ‘extended characters’ decreases every year and is gradually replaced by the ‘root characters’ of new sorcery spirits.”

“So, does that mean there is a set of root characters in this world?” Asho suddenly realized. “And who created these root characters?”

“Good question. Every generation of sorcerers tries to uncover the mystery of sorcery spirits. When you become interested, it means you will also contribute to this great cause,” Annan encouraged. “As long as you listen to my commands for these 101 days, you may not only gain freedom but also have the power to know the truth. I won’t treat you unfairly.”

The most important thing in making promises is to be flexible. In this regard, the head of the Funeral Affairs Office indeed had the talent for exploiting people, although her heart seemed not ruthless enough. It seemed that slacking off under her would be a simple matter… Asho quickly evaluated the various attributes of this new boss.

At this moment, Cleos looked at Annan and asked, “Annan, you mentioned earlier that you only picked up three foreigners through the ‘Gospel Book’?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“Besides those three, we also found another foreigner.”

Just as everyone was stunned, a girl with white hair, led by Cleos, approached. Asho and the others immediately recognized her—it was the little actress who remained calm and didn’t cry during the sacrifice ceremony.

The little actress lowered her head, clutching her clothes with both hands, and looked anxiously at Annan. Her big eyes were full of fear, like a trembling little lamb, making it hard not to feel pity for her.

Annan’s tone suddenly became as sweet as melted ice cream. “Good girl, let Sister check if your ears are injured.”

She looked at the back of the little girl’s ears, and there was no countdown, but since Cleos said so, it must be true. Annan quickly confirmed through the ‘Gospel Book’ that the little girl was definitely a foreigner.

Because she couldn’t find any information about the little girl’s past!

Only people who didn’t live in the Gospel Kingdom before would have their pasts unsearchable by the ‘Gospel Book’!

“Good girl, can you tell Sister why you appeared here? Where do your parents live? I can take you back to find them.”

The white-haired little girl looked at her timidly and shook her head. “I… I don’t know… I was captured by bad people…”

“Then where were you before you were captured by the bad people? What were you doing?”

“I don’t know… I forgot… I don’t remember anything.” She shook her head in pain. “I don’t remember anything.”

Annan neither believed nor disbelieved. Instead, she opened the ‘Gospel Book’ and used up points to search.

The conclusion from the ‘Gospel Book’ was that the little girl was not lying with that statement.

She had truly lost her memory!”Perhaps she lost her memory due to an accident while traversing the Virtual Realm or when she was captured by the heretics.” Annan looked at Asho and his companions, “Tell me, have you seen her before you came to the Gospel Kingdom?”

“No.” The three of them responded in unison.

Before Asho could process the question, his mouth had already responded.

Igura’s face changed slightly—although this was an obvious shock that could be seen at a glance, it was indeed very effective. Annan’s control over them was more direct and thorough than he had imagined.

“Have you checked her body?”

“There are no miracles or traces of Sorcery Spirits.” Cleos said, “Theoretically, she should pose no threat, but…”

Annan understood Cleos’s concerns. Smugglers like Asho and his companions who had no way back were manageable, but the white-haired little girl, an unknown foreigner, was indeed a very dangerous bomb. If it were any other time, Annan would also suggest letting the little girl sleep forever in her dreams. After all, what family would be willing to take in a foreign child, even if they let her go?

But Annan needed foreigners, and children were more suitable for her requirements than adults.

She thought for a moment and asked, “Do you remember your name?”

After a moment of silence, the white-haired little girl said, “Lis, my name is Lis.”

“Annan.” Cleos couldn’t help but say, “A contract signed by a minor is not valid.”

“Only the ‘Woven Paper’ does not recognize the validity of a minor’s contract, but the basic Virtual Realm contract does not care about the age of the parties.” Annan reached out to the little girl, “Shake hands.”

However, the little girl stepped back in fear, as if Annan’s palm was hiding a needle.

The beautiful purple moth narrowed her eyes slightly, her smile becoming even brighter, “What, don’t you like shaking hands with your sister? As long as you shake hands with your sister, she will take care of you, buy you pretty clothes, delicious snacks, and even tell you fairy tales to put you to sleep at night~”

Igura watched coldly from the side. This woman named Annan, although her methods were a bit naive, her heart was definitely decisive and ruthless. First, she sold them to the Four Pillar God cult, then colluded with the Red Hat to attack the cult and rescue them, then let the Red Hat threaten them, and finally appeared to save them… This was a roller coaster of ups and downs.

The foreigners, who were already dazed, had their minds turned into a mess of Lalafell sauce after a series of rapid changes, and couldn’t make accurate judgments.

Seeing that Annan, who had sold them, was willing to save them from danger, it was easy to trigger a ‘victim mentality’, being moved by the kindness of the perpetrator to the point of losing their rationality, and finally naturally signing a humiliating slave contract.

Fortunately, the three of them were all big villains who had crawled out of the shit pit. Even if they were not in their best state, seeing through this basic scam was almost their survival instinct—even Asho wouldn’t be fooled.

Although the plan failed, it didn’t mean that Annan was incompetent.

She was able to quickly calm down and negotiate with Igura, even willing to make certain concessions to sign a contract as soon as possible. This was enough for Igura to look at her in a new light—greedy but not avaricious, not caring about sunk costs, not seeking the best outcome, always able to make the best judgment, she had the qualifications to be a ‘perfectly rational person’.

Therefore, Igura knew that if they didn’t sign the contract, Annan would definitely not let them go—if he couldn’t get the ‘scarce resources’, he would rather destroy them than let the ‘scarce resources’ slip away.

Similarly, if this little girl named Lis refused Annan’s invitation, then Annan would no longer treat her as a cute little girl, but simply as a ‘scarce resource’.

She could be nice to the little girl, but when dealing with scarce resources, all she needed to do was make the best judgment.

Seemingly sensing the danger, the white-haired little girl backed away even more, her small mouth pouting in grievance, her eyes welling up with tears.

She looked around, let out a whimper, and threw herself at one of them—

“Daddy!”