Actually, “Lis” could also vaguely guess Igura’s thoughts.

Just like the picture book they had read, “The Orc and the Elven Queen,” the orc slave discovered the secret of the elven queen, but did not report it to the emperor. Instead, he used it to blackmail the elven queen, forcing the proud, beautiful, and untouchable elven queen to submit to the despicable orc slave, shedding her royal robes and becoming the iron-blooded queen who kills the traitors, removes the princes, reforms the government, and frees the slaves.

So, as long as you catch someone’s handle, you can really make them do outrageous things.

If “Lis” caught Igura’s handle, she would definitely not report this male Veela. Now is the time for them to start a business. Apart from the head of the team, Lis, and the nanny Asho, there are no other subordinates in the team. They urgently need talents like Igura to fill the vacancies in diplomacy, finance, and military positions.

In Igura’s view, Lis may not have any talent, but don’t forget, Lis is now tied to Asho. Although Asho doesn’t have much talent either, don’t forget, when the two of them are added together, they represent half of the “Blasphemous Gods Squad.”

As long as Igura can control Lis, Asho will naturally be in his grasp, and then this fraudster will find a way to persuade Harvey, and their small team will be completely united, able to hang Annan’s streetlights and run away with the bucket.

However, Igura’s thoughts also coincide with Lis’s intentions.

After the final question, “Lis” already knew that she couldn’t monopolize Asho. A follower as naive as this, even if not very useful, is worth keeping as a backup. Since she can’t form an unreliable father-daughter alliance with Asho, she can only consider a secondary alliance.

“Lis” even thought it would be nice if Igura discovered her secret, so she wouldn’t have to spend her breath persuading him. If the little witch had called Igura “mom” at the beginning, maybe this day would have come earlier.

Of course, “Lis” couldn’t just give in: “Please state your price, Mr. Bokin. By the way, don’t be too outrageous. Although this secret is very important to me, its real value is not high—Annan cannot give up Asho, and Asho cannot give up me. She won’t kick us out of the house just because I’m in a worse mood than a little kitten.”

“You just called Asho directly, and now you’re calling him father?” Igura suddenly said, “You… or do you think that family ties are the easiest way to enslave Asho?”

“Lis” was silent for a moment, shaking her head: “No.”

“Mr. Bokin, you have misunderstood. We rarely interfere with Lis’s choices, and we do not force Lis to do anything in the name of her sister… at least, when Lis chooses to act cute with Asho, we have not given her any instructions.”

“The Lis you usually come into contact with is a six or seven-year-old girl who knows nothing about the world. She may be as bad as you imagine, but she is not as bad as we are.”

“Mr. Bokin, you don’t have to like her, but don’t hate her because of us,” “Lis” said sincerely. “This is a request from a sister.”

Igura was silent for a moment, “Saying this is useless. You should also know that we come from a strange country where everyone is an orphan, with no parents or siblings. This thing called family ties was cut off from us at the moment of our birth. I can’t understand your request that includes family ties.”

“Lis” asked tentatively, “But?”

“There are no buts,” Igura said with a dark face. “I want you and Asho’s control.”

“Impossible!”

“Then you have no other chips besides yourself and Asho. If you don’t give this and that, I can only chat with others about the ghost stories Lis likes to tell at midnight.”

“I can’t give you my control,” “Lis” said seriously. “I have just escaped from Annan’s direct control, reached a deterrent agreement with Asho, and barely maintained my autonomy. I can’t give in on this point… at most, I can give you a share of Asho.”

Igura looked embarrassed, “Even without you, I can win him over… well, then, you give me all of Asho’s control.”

“Impossible!” “Lis” shook her head. “Although I have control over Asho, Asho also has control over me. In these 101 days, I have to maintain my control to counter Asho’s control, otherwise I will really become his obedient girl… I can give you Asho’s control after 101 days.”

“After the 101-day weaving festival is over, what use does Asho have? I think he’s just wasting food.” Igura looked disdainful. “Asho’s value is only in these 101 days… how about this, I’ll split Asho with you, and we’ll share control over Asho. How about that?”

“Lis” was very sensitive: “If my orders conflict with yours, who will Asho listen to?”

“Of course, he’ll listen to me!”

“That’s impossible!”

After a tense round of bargaining, the distribution of Asho’s control finally came out: after 101 days, all of Asho’s control would belong to Igura, and in these 101 days, Igura would have “absolute command” over Asho once, even if Lis’s orders conflicted with his, Asho would have to prioritize fulfilling the fraudster’s demands.

“Lis” actually didn’t want to give up the “absolute command,” even once. She would rather share Asho with Igura at other times. But Igura held onto this very tightly, and it seemed to be his bottom line. “Lis” felt that if she refused, the negotiations would really fail. Plus, Igura was in control now, so “Lis” finally gave in.

“But do you know how to ‘transfer the right of the contract’? I’m not from the ceremonial faction.”

“Lis” deliberately brought up this issue after the negotiations were over. If she had brought it up at the beginning, Igura would have found that he couldn’t gain any benefits from “Lis,” and it would probably have ended right there.But now, after negotiations, both parties realized they indeed had the capacity to cooperate, and with the agreed terms, it somewhat increased the sunk cost for Igura to flip the table.

However, Igura merely smiled faintly, producing two sheets of paper from nowhere.

“Playing with contracts is to a swindler what playing with mud is to a child—it’s an essential skill that comes naturally without the need for learning.”

Of course, it wasn’t that simple—if “signing a contract” was basic arithmetic, then “transferring contract rights” was at least calculus.

The contract was straightforward: Igura promised not to reveal Lis’s secrets to anyone in any way and to help Lis hide her ‘sisters’ while covering for her when Annan or others became suspicious.

In return, Lis would give Igura the latter half of Asho’s life, as well as a ‘supreme command right’ over the next three months.

As the contract took effect and dissipated into points of light, ‘Lis’ suddenly said, “From the beginning, the person you wanted was not me, but Asho.”

“That’s right.” Igura nodded candidly: “I had anticipated that you wouldn’t give up your control, hoping to scrape whatever share of Asho I could from you. Trading your secret for this bit of Asho, I feel this might be the worst deal I’ve ever made.”

“Is that the justification you’ve prepared for yourself, Mr. Bokin?”

‘Lis’ glanced at him: “You know, little Lis has been very noisy just now. She was quite unwilling for me to sell Asho’s future to a bad person like you; she didn’t want Asho to encounter misfortune later on. Unfortunately, I was the one leading the negotiations, and I ultimately rejected her wish.”

Igura snorted coldly: “Oh, are there cracks forming in the relationship between you sisters? As a Mind Sorcerer, I’d be happy to offer my services.”

“Not at all, because I’ve explained it to her clearly—selling Asho to you is completely risk-free, in every sense of the word.”

Igura didn’t quite understand what she meant, but ‘Lis’ swiftly changed the subject: “I’ve recently acquired an ability called ‘Love Hunt,’ which allows me to keenly sense the emotions of love revealed in the details.”

“Just by looking at Annan and Pancake, I knew that Annan’s feelings for Pancake were more than just familial.”

“How could you tell?”

“Although Annan always commanded Pancake quite naturally, whenever Pancake was about to have physical contact with her, Annan would either avoid it or appear somewhat stiff. This shows her inner conflict, with ethics and true feelings twisting her heart into a knot.”

Igura recalled the interactions between Annan and Pancake and couldn’t help but nod: “There does seem to be something brewing.”

‘Lis’ continued: “When I look at Mr. Harvey, I know he once had a beloved, and that beloved has passed away.”

“How could you tell?”

“He often falls into deep thought, which might be a side effect of catnip smoke, but his eyes are filled with tenderness, his fingers constantly trembling, and he’s been looking at the memorial photos in the ‘Gospel’ recently. Grief is like a stone tied to him, drowning him in the sea of memories.”

Igura nodded in agreement: “Indeed, he started hanging out with us after hearing the news of his lover’s death.”

‘Lis’ said: “Then, when I look at…”

Igura turned the volume of the phonograph to the maximum: “Shut up, will you.”