The first arrow shattered Todd’s chair seat and fell to the ground, spent. The second and third arrows struck the chair leg in Todd’s hand directly, and the force contained in the long arrows instantly pulverized the chair leg, while the two black long arrows happened to remain in Todd’s hands. Todd was dumbfounded again, looking down at the two long arrows clutched in his hands, and stammered to Henry Clark, “Master... be careful, he’s not a warrior, he’s a sorcerer!”

As the three arrows were shot, Derek suddenly darted to the side, swiftly changing position, and once again drew a long arrow tightly on the longbow in her hand, still aiming at Henry Clark’s head.

Todd didn’t understand what was happening, but Henry Clark, who had just gained the spiritual power of more than a dozen undead, could see it clearly. Derek’s three arrows were shot in one fluid motion, with just the right amount of force—shattering the chair, sending the long arrows into Todd’s palms, yet not harming a single hair on Todd! This Derek’s archery had reached an unbelievable level.

Henry Clark shook his head with a bitter smile and reached out to stop the still eager Todd: “Forget it, Todd, you’re no match for her. It’s my fault, I should have realized sooner!” As he spoke, Henry Clark fixed his gaze on the dark elf: “I should have known you would come!”

Derek raised her eyebrows, the seductive smile on her face forming the most alluring contrast with the chilling murderous intent in her eyes. She was suddenly a little surprised—this young man’s eyes were unexpectedly bright.

Ever since Henry Clark gained the spiritual power of the undead, his eyes had become much brighter, and his already chiseled, square face was now even more full of masculine vigor.

Swaying her hips, Derek walked forward a few steps. With each step, her ample chest quivered rhythmically. She asked Henry Clark in a sweet, syrupy voice, “Oh, black-haired man, are you saying you knew I would come?” The bow and arrow in her hand still pointed at the little lunatic’s head. She emphasized the word ‘man’ heavily, her eyes roaming over Henry Clark’s face, filled with temptation. In stark contrast to the noble pride of the white elves, the dark elves were innately lascivious.

Henry Clark chuckled and nodded affirmatively: “I knew! Even though your disguise is good, you can’t fool me!”

Derek frowned, a hint of killing intent flashing in her wanton gaze: “Oh? Then, man, tell me, why did I come here? But don’t say it’s for you. Men—we have plenty of those... mm...” The dark elf actually ended her words with a soul-stirring moan.

Henry Clark snorted and said hatefully, “You came here for me!”

Derek was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into wanton laughter, her voice full of desire: “Oh? For you? So what’s so special about you?” As she spoke, she lowered the bow and arrow in her hand, the arrowhead pointing at Henry Clark’s crotch, her eyes brimming with wantonness.

Henry Clark spat and shouted angrily, “Don’t think I don’t know! One of you is a doctor, the other a nurse. I just dealt with the doctor, and now the nurse shows up. You’re all sent by the hospital! You’re all here to drag me back to Tianjin Wujiayao!”

...The dark elf was speechless.

Paranoia is a classic mix of stream-of-consciousness and delusional disorder. Henry Clark still thought Walter Reed was a doctor from the mental hospital, so naturally he connected the dark elf and Wujiayao in his mind.

The dark elf opened her sexy little mouth and muttered in confusion, “What’s Wujiayao?”

But Henry Clark sighed deeply and said, “How’s Frank Howard? Did you hurt him?” Frank Howard was the fat bodyguard he had at the mental hospital. Todd immediately took note: Lord Achilles has a lost good friend, who might also be his relative, lover, or pet, named Frank Howard. If there’s ever a chance, he must find this person to please the great mage.

Derek snorted and muttered, “Damn, Walter Reed actually lost to this lunatic!” But before she finished, Henry Clark suddenly let out a strange cry, jumping up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and shouted angrily, “Calling me crazy again! You’re the crazy one, your whole family is crazy...” It seemed that what lunatics feared most was being called crazy by others.

Henry Clark’s tirade was cut short as the dark elf’s long arrow quivered between his feet, and another long arrow was nocked on the bowstring.

The little lunatic finally realized that the long arrow in Derek’s hand was much more dangerous than the plastic spoon in his own, and sensibly shut his mouth.

Derek nodded in satisfaction: “Hmm, looks like you can still understand...”

“Those who know how to adapt are the wise!” Henry Clark quickly summarized for her.

Derek giggled and praised, “Hmm, very incisive!” Then her tone turned cold: “Kid, what did you do to Walter Reed? Why can’t I wake him from his slumber?”

Henry Clark’s heart skipped a beat. He was crazy, not stupid—he had his own logic, even if it was based on delusions. If this Derek was sent by Wujiayao, she would know about hypnosis. The little lunatic thought for a moment, then hesitantly asked, “You really weren’t sent by Wujiayao?”

The dark elf shook her head impatiently: “No!”