Employment Contract
"Party A: Annan Dolan"
"Party B: Arthur Hiss/Igola Bogin/Archibald Harvey"
"Details 1: Party A needs to protect Party B's personal safety."
"Detailed Rule 2: Party A must guarantee Party B 8 hours of rest time every day."
"Detailed Rule 3: Party B has the right to independently decide on his/her action strategy when injured."
"..."
"Article 39: Party B has the right to refuse unreasonable mating requests."
"On the premise of complying with the above rules, Party A can order Party B to do anything, but the order must not violate the above rules."
"Contract duration: 101 days, start time: 19:15 on May 2, 1668, end time: 19:15 on August 10, 1668"
When the three contracts turned into golden light and dissipated in the air, the purple-clothed girl An Nan pressed a button, and the lock collars on Ash 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 to welcome them. "I am Annan Dulan, the person in charge of the funeral agency. You can call me Director, Miss, or Boss, but I prefer another name - Purple Moth. This is my butler Panty Michaelis, the second member of the agency."
The young butler nodded politely to them and handed them a few handkerchiefs.
Igula took the handkerchief coldly and wiped his face, feeling a little unwilling - time was still too tight, and they really had to bow their heads under someone else's eaves. The other party was determined not to modify the "absolute right of control", and Igula could only add details to guarantee their rights.
And An Nan's reasons were very sufficient: she needed them to carry out some very secret tasks. Before she got the control, there was no basis for mutual trust between the two parties. How could she possibly tell them her true needs
Ash stared at the handkerchief and suddenly asked a strange question: "Is it 1668 here too?"
"Hmm?" An Nan caught the key words accurately: "Also?"
"We come from the Blood Moon Kingdom," Igula's eyes flickered, "According to the Blood Moon calendar, today is still May 2, 1688."
Different countries have the same calendar. Just thinking about it seems to involve secrets from ancient times. Everyone chose to end the topic with silence.
"Actually, there is one thing I have wanted to ask for a long time." Ash said, "We are obviously different countries, why do we have the same language and the same writing?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ash with subtle eyes. An Nan asked directly with high emotional intelligence: "It seems that the Blood Moon Kingdom is a very barbaric country. It doesn't even have universal basic education?"
"I don't refute the first half of your sentence, but he is indeed a loophole in basic education." Igula sighed, "Please don't let his personal behavior escalate to the entire Blood Moon people."
Ash was still confused, and at this time, Red Hat Cleos came over and helped him solve the puzzlement: "The original characters came from the names of magic spirits. When a magician completely masters a magic spirit, he will obtain the magic spirit's true name and pronunciation. Therefore, as long as it is a country dominated by a magician, the language and pronunciation are similar."
An Nan also said: "The characters you didn't recognize just now are basically 'extended characters' that have never become the names of magic spirits. If I remember correctly, the number of 'extended characters' is decreasing every year, and they are gradually replaced by the 'root characters' of new magic spirits."
"Does this mean that this world has a set of original characters?" Ash suddenly realized: "Who created the original characters...?"
"That's a good question. Every generation of magicians tries to uncover the mystery of magic spirits. When you become interested, it means you will also promote this great cause." An Nan encouraged: "As long as you obey my orders within these 101 days, you will not only be free, but you may also have the power to know the truth. I will not treat you unfairly."
The most important thing about making cakes is to be flexible and adaptable. In this regard, the director of the firm does have a talent for exploiting people, but she doesn't seem to be ruthless enough. It seems that it should be a very easy thing to get away with it under her... Ash quickly evaluated the various attributes of the new boss.
At this time, Cleos looked at An Nan and asked, "An Nan, you said before that you only picked up three foreigners through the Gospel?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"In addition to these three, we also found a person from a foreign land."
Just as everyone was stunned, a man in a red hat came over with a little white-haired girl. Ash and the others recognized her at a glance - she was the little actress who was very calm and didn't cry or make a fuss during the sacrifice ceremony.
The actor lowered his head, pinching the corners of his clothes with both hands, and looked up at An Nan uneasily. His big eyes were full of fear, like a shivering lamb, making it hard not to feel pity for him.
An Nan's tone suddenly became as sweet as melting ice cream: "Be good, let your sister see if your ears are hurt."
She looked at the back of the little girl's ears and found that there was no countdown, but since Cleos said so, it must be true. An Nan made a simple search through the "Gospel" and quickly determined that the little girl was definitely from a foreign land.
Because she couldn't find out about the little girl's past!
Only those who have not lived in the kingdom of the gospel before will not be able to find their past in the Gospel!
"Be good, can you tell me why you are 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 caught by the bad guys..."
"So where were you and what were you doing before the bad guys caught you?"
"I don't know... I forgot..." She shook her head painfully: "I don't remember anything."
An Nan neither believed nor disbelieved it, but opened the "Gospel" and used his points to search for it.
The Gospel concludes that the little girl was not lying.
She really lost her memory!
"Maybe she lost her memory because of an accident when she was crossing the virtual realm passage or being captured by the cultists." An Nan looked at Yaxiu and the other two: "Answer me, have you seen her before coming to the Gospel Kingdom?"
"No." The three responded in unison.
Before Ash could react, his mouth had already responded.
Igula's face changed slightly - although this was a deterrent 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 examined her body?"
"There are no signs of miracles or magic." Cleos said: "Theoretically, she should not be a threat, but..."
Annan understood Cleos's worries. It was okay for stowaways like Ash and the other two to be cut off, but a foreigner like the white-haired little girl with unknown origins was indeed a very dangerous bomb. If it were any other time, Annan would also suggest letting the little girl sleep forever. After all, even if she was let go, what family would be willing to take in a foreign child
But it just so happened that An Nan needed someone from a foreign land, and children were more suitable for her ideal partner than adults.
She thought for a moment and asked, "Do you still remember your name?"
After a moment of silence, the little white-haired girl said, "Lis, my name is Liz."
"Annan." Cleos couldn't help but say, "A contract signed by a minor has no effect."
"It's just that 'Weaving Paper' does not recognize the validity of contracts between minors, but the basic virtual contracts do not care about the ages of both parties." An Nan stretched out his hand to the little girl: "Shake hands."
However, the little girl took a step back in fear, as if there was a needle hidden in An Nan's palm.
The beautiful purple moth narrowed her eyes slightly, and her smile became brighter. "Why, don't you like shaking hands with your sister? As long as you shake hands with your sister, your sister will be willing to take care of you, buy you beautiful clothes, delicious snacks, and tell you fairy tales to coax you to sleep at night~"
Igula watched coldly from the side. Although the methods of this woman named An Nan were a little immature, she was definitely decisive and treacherous in her heart. She first sold them to the Four Pillars Divine Religion, then colluded with the Red Hat to attack the Four Pillars Divine Religion to rescue them, and then let the Red Hat threaten them again, and finally showed up herself to save them... It was a series of twists and turns with great ups and downs.
The foreigner, who was already drowsy to begin with, had experienced this series of dizzying events, and his brain had turned into a ball of fat sauce, making it impossible for him to make accurate judgments.
Seeing that An Nan, who trafficked them, was actually willing to save them from danger, it is easy to trigger the "victim mentality". They will be moved by the kindness of the perpetrator and lose their reason, and naturally sign a slave contract that will lose their rights and be humiliating.
Fortunately, the three of them are all villains who have worked their way up from the cesspool. Even if they are not in the best condition, it is almost their survival instinct to see through this basic scam - even Ash will not be fooled.
Although the plan failed, it doesn't mean An Nan can't do it.
She was able to calm down quickly and negotiate with Igulla, and was even willing to make certain concessions in exchange for signing the contract as soon as possible. This was enough to make Igulla look at her with new eyes - she was greedy but not greedy, did not care about sunk costs, did not demand the best results, and could make the best judgment at any time. She had the conditions to become a 'perfect rational person'.
Therefore, Igula knew that if they did not sign the contract, Annan would never let them go - judging by himself, if Igula could not get the "scarce resources", he would rather destroy it than let the "scarce resources" be lost.
Similarly, if the little girl named Liz refuses Annan's invitation, Annan will no longer treat her as a cute little girl, but simply as a "scarce resource".
You can be nice and gentle to a little girl, but when it comes to scarce resources, you just need to make the best judgment.
As if sensing danger, the white-haired little girl stepped back even further, pouting her lips in grievance, tears about to overflow.
She looked around, let out a whoosh, and pounced on one of them—
"dad!"