Henry Clark lifted his shirt and wiped the blood and grime from his face. The chubby Todd suddenly noticed in surprise that the wound on Henry Clark’s forehead had already healed, leaving only a purplish-red blood line, which at first glance looked just like a vertically closed eye. Henry Clark still didn’t understand what was going on, but Derek pointed at Henry Clark’s ‘third eye’ and cursed bitterly, “It’s right here! After my blood entered your forehead, it turned into your contract beast!”

Henry Clark touched his forehead—the wound was gone, and it didn’t hurt anymore. The considerate Todd fished out a small mirror from his pocket and handed it to Henry Clark. The little nutcase shot the chubby guy a glare—this big guy, black as a pot bottom, actually carried a mirror around with him. The thought alone was enough to give anyone goosebumps.

Todd chuckled sheepishly, “I use it when I groom my beard.”

Henry Clark looked in the mirror and burst out laughing. This was the third eye! What did that mean? It meant he was the top boss of the Howling Celestial Dog—he was the Erlang God himself!

Hamlet felt wronged, but Henry Clark felt even more so. “How was I supposed to know you could shoot blood arrows from your mouth! I told you to control your body because I was afraid the seed would attack me while I was breaking the curse.”

Hamlet snorted, “Blood arrow is one of my attack talents. The seed’s power is still too weak. If it were me, that arrow could have blown your head apart!”

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier!”

“With the seed’s strength, it’s impossible to use that talent. If you hadn’t pissed him off, he never could have fired a blood arrow!”

Henry Clark shook his head with a wry smile and tried to explain, “I had no idea you had a move like blood arrow, and I really don’t get why, after your blood mixed with mine, a contract was formed…” As he spoke, Henry Clark suddenly stuck out his tongue and kept exclaiming in relief, “Damn, thank goodness, thank goodness you became my contract beast! If I’d become your contract beast, I’d be totally screwed!”

As he spoke, Henry Clark snapped his fingers loudly and gently woke the sleeping Walter Reed. Now that the dark elf was his contract beast, he wasn’t afraid of Walter Reed turning on him.

As soon as Hamlet saw the necromancer wake up, she couldn’t be bothered to argue with Henry Clark anymore. With a soft cheer, she threw herself into her lover’s arms and quickly recounted what had just happened to Walter Reed.

The necromancer was soon shocked by what had happened, his face shifting between joy and worry. After a long while, he suddenly knelt before his lover and spoke in a chilling tone, “Walter Reed swears by the honor of a mage and the power of the elements to pledge allegiance to the dark elf Prunik·Hamlet. Anyone who harms her will be my eternal enemy!”

The dark elf was startled and hurriedly helped the necromancer up. “What are you doing? Why are you swearing allegiance to me?” The dark elf paused for a moment, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “So you’re going to be my follower from now on?”

Walter Reed nodded, ignoring the dark elf and instead turned to the little nutcase, saying emotionlessly, “I am already her follower. My oath requires me not to allow anything that goes against her will!” He pointed at the stunned dark elf and continued to Henry Clark, “Even if you are his contract master, it’s still not allowed!”

Henry Clark finally understood what this silly guy was up to. He was using an oath of allegiance to tell Henry Clark, “Don’t think you can do whatever you want—your contract beast has a necromancer protecting her!” Damn, this guy really was a fool. Henry Clark thought, if he were Walter Reed, he’d find a way to force the dark elf’s master to become his own contract beast—then what would there be to fear?

After saying this, the pale-faced necromancer suddenly smiled at Henry Clark. “No matter what, you saved Hamlet. That was almost impossible, and there’s no doubt you’re our benefactor. So fighting for you isn’t something I can’t accept. But aside from battle, you’d better not make Hamlet do anything she doesn’t want to do. We’ve both died many times—death to us is nothing but dust in our hands.”

Henry Clark nodded with a bitter smile. “Damn, you think I want this? Now one of you is my contract… dark elf, and the other is the follower of my contract spirit…”

The little nutcase hadn’t finished when the dark elf interrupted unhappily, “What, you’re not willing?”

“Damn right I’m not! Do you know who you are? You’re the continent’s most wanted—one’s the top criminal, the other’s a thorn in the side of the dark forces. If I get mixed up with you two, will I ever have a peaceful day again?”

The pair of dark lovers exchanged a glance, speechless in astonishment. After a while, Walter Reed finally nodded slowly. “You’re right!” At the same time, he looked over at the chubby Todd standing nearby.

Suddenly, Henry Clark felt a jolt of alarm and shouted, “No!” He kicked Todd, sending him tumbling. As the chubby guy fell, a thick bone spear whooshed past his head, slamming into the hard stone wall with a thunderous crash, embedding itself more than three meters deep.

“Why not kill him? I’m doing it for your own good. If he dies, no one will know you’re with us.” Walter Reed asked Henry Clark with a hint of confusion, a black aura the size of an egg swirling and condensing at the necromancer’s fingertip.