“You can’t kill him!” Henry Clark stood in front of the terrified fat man. “Without my permission, none of you are allowed to kill anyone for my sake!”

Henry Clark turned to look at the frightened Todd, sighed, and said, “Go on, you don’t need to worry about anything. If you have doubts about this, there’s nothing I can do! I’ve been misunderstood too many times in my life, I’m used to it by now. I helped them because their love moved me. As for everything else, it’s none of my business.” The look in the little lunatic’s eyes grew noticeably more world-weary. Yes, why does everyone say I’m crazy?

Todd glanced at Henry Clark’s slightly sorrowful smile, hesitated a little, and finally, the necromancer’s cold laugh helped him make up his mind. He straightened his plump body and knelt before Henry Clark: “Lord Achilles, you stood up for the innocent villagers during the day, which already proved your kindness and greatness. Please allow me to become your follower! In the days to come, Todd will use his sword and blood to fight alongside you to drive away the darkness of Wujiayao!” From tonight’s events, Todd had learned something important: Lord Achilles’s mortal enemy was an evil force called Wujiayao. It was very likely that the lord had escaped from there. When the necromancer and the dark elf first appeared, Lord Achilles had even mistaken her for an assassin sent by Wujiayao!

Henry Clark was stunned for a moment, and his previously calm expression suddenly became extremely excited. He pulled the kneeling, hungry fat man up and grasped his hands, exclaiming loudly, “Good! Todd, from now on, you’re my brother! We’ll tear down Wujiayao’s buildings together, tie up those bastards, and let them have a taste of being jabbed with needles and pumped full of medicine!”

Todd was honored and excited. The devils of Wujiayao must be using living people for all sorts of evil experiments!

Suddenly, Henry Clark remembered something and frowned, asking, “Todd, you’re an imperial soldier. Does the law allow you to become my follower?”

“Don’t worry, my lord. I’m a volunteer soldier and have already served the empire for fifteen years. The law allows me to retire at any time. Once the sheriff arrives, I’ll resign and officially become your follower!”

The dark elf suddenly interjected from the side, “So… Achilles, are you really a psychic mage?”

Henry Clark nodded grandly. “Of course. If you don’t believe me, I can control him again right now and make him dance for you!”

Walter Reed was startled, and without a word, strode out of the cellar.

Chapter 7: The Unlucky Fire Mage

Henry Clark didn’t sleep all night, but his powerful mental strength left him without the slightest fatigue. The villagers had no idea what had happened the previous night.

What surprised Henry Clark was his own ‘magical pet’. The dark elf Hamlet was a shadow assassin skilled in shadow magic. When following him, she could hide in the shadows, and unless someone was also a top expert in shadow magic, no one could detect her.

As for the grand necromancer, after he gently peeled off a layer of human-skin mask, his overly pale yet strikingly handsome face instantly dispelled the eerie atmosphere. For convenience, Henry Clark gave his ‘magical pet’ and the pet’s follower two names that were notorious across Razor Continent: Victoria and Beckham.

After learning that the bloodthirsty zombie and the evil spirit in the crystal ball had become Henry Clark’s power, Victoria and Beckham came to a shocking conclusion: this yellow-skinned kid actually possessed the talent of soul devouring!

Henry Clark secretly laughed: We Earthlings, every one of us has this constitution!

As for the matter of signing a contract through blood fusion, Beckham quickly gave an answer: one of his bloodthirsty zombies had been a blood contract physique in life, but unfortunately, his talent was too low and he didn’t know how to use it. He only signed a snow wolf as his magical pet. After Walter Reed killed him and refined him into a zombie, Henry Clark ‘devoured’ his soul power and also inherited his physique’s ability.

Of course, this physique doesn’t allow you to sign a contract with every blood fusion. The contract ability it brings is unique—while the ability can be inherited, the inheritor can only use it once in their lifetime. In other words, Victoria is the only victim; from now on, no matter how much Henry Clark’s blood and someone else’s blood mix—even if they each fill a basin and stir it together—it’s useless!

Henry Clark was in a great mood.

Yesterday, the little lunatic had mistaken the dark elf for Wujiayao security, which had put a lot of psychological pressure on him. In his mind, Wujiayao was an unspeakably evil place with limitless power. The appearance of the dark elf reminded Henry Clark that even though he had escaped to the other end of the universe, the evil Wujiayao would never let him go. And the only way he could fight Wujiayao was to gain power. Now, he already had a pretty strong magical pet and a powerful grand mage who couldn’t show his face—this was his team to fight Wujiayao!

The little lunatic sat in the yard, gnashing his teeth as he thought about the mental hospital, and secretly made up his mind, making a decision that would change the continent’s history: he would gain power! He would fight against Wujiayao, far away in the solar system!