"I can allow the rest of you to leave, but I have a few small requests."
Upon hearing Jonavili's words, a light called hope flashed in the eyes of the survivors.
Jonavili's lips curled up slightly.
"First, all of you must bring a large amount of goods to trade with White Crystal City every August. If you breach this contract, heh heh heh... I would be very happy to deal with some disobedient insects."
At this point, the people who were lucky enough to survive shuddered all over.
Jonavili continued.
"Second, if anyone asks why only this many of you returned, say that you alerted the orcs while trying to capture them as slaves and were hunted down to this point."
"Third, you must not reveal that White Crystal City is ruled by a dragon or that I have many monster followers. If asked, say that there is a new city-state on the Jesup Continent where the monsters are kind, peace-loving, and enjoy trading with humans."
"Do you understand everything I have said?!"
"We understand! We understand!"
The people prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling all over.
Jonavili nodded with satisfaction.
"In that case, let us sign a contract. Only under the witness of the God of Contracts can I feel at ease."
After speaking, Jonavili conjured a contract scroll.
"If this contract is violated, there is only one outcome: all relatives, friends, and teachers you have ever interacted with will be cursed to die a miserable death, while you will die in the most painful way possible."
"If there are no objections, drip your blood onto it."
"Yes..."
The crowd successfully signed the contract with Jonavili, and she pulled back her dragon lips into a grin.
"Leave your spatial items and weapons, then... get out!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
Things that were once treasured by these people were now discarded as quickly as hot potatoes as they fled in a hurry.
Seeing that the people had mostly run away, Xiao Shunzi walked to Jonavili's side and spoke respectfully.
"Master, will letting them go cause potential danger?"
Jonavili shook her head, looking as if everything was under control.
"Humans are a species that values their lives very much. Moreover, with the witness of the God of Contracts, they will absolutely not speak out unless they are forced into a corner with no way out."
"Besides, do you think they can really survive?"
Fanni's eyes lit up.
"Jonavili, do you mean..."
Jonavili's gaze turned cold.
"Heh heh heh. Once a caravan appears that can replace them, these two hundred-plus people will lose their only reason for existing."
Just as she finished speaking, Medusa arrived before Jonavili with a group of serpentfolk carrying food.
"Great Master, please enjoy these delicacies."
Jonavili manifested her true form and began to lower her head to eat.
Medusa and the others consciously walked to Jonavili's side to clean the bloodstains off her body.
Gris walked to Jonavili's side with a fawning expression and giggled.
"Heh heh~ Big Sister, can you give me some things later? I helped out too~"
A pair of crystal-blue pupils glanced at him sideways.
"I will distribute them later."
Hearing this, Gris's face bloomed with a smile.
"Thanks, Big Sister! You're the best! Love you, mwah!"
Jonavili pinned Gris to the ground with a claw and spoke with disgust.
"Aren't you being disgusting?"
Gris did not get angry; instead, he manifested his true form and began eating alongside Jonavili.
However, Jonavili lost her appetite after barely filling her stomach and just lay aside, staring blankly.
After the meal, Jonavili looked at the pile of spatial items, which totaled over a thousand, and could not help but grin.
Although most of them were low-grade items with small storage spaces, even a tiny mosquito has meat.
Jonavili picked up a spatial ring, scanned it with her mental perception, and found it filled with useless clothing and personal items.
"Tch~ So poor."
Jonavili tossed it aside casually, and it happened to hit Gris, who was lying on the ground with a bloated stomach, looking lazy.
Hit by the small ring, Gris opened his eyes sluggishly.
"Ouch~ Big Sister, what are you doing~~"
Jonavili ignored him and continued to inspect the spatial rings one by one.
Noticing the spatial ring that had landed on his belly, Gris reached out a claw to pick it up and examine it closely.
"A spatial ring? I didn't expect you to be so generous, Big Sister."
Saying this, Gris probed his mental power into it.
Jonavili's brow furrowed. After checking over a dozen, she found that the rings of ordinary mercenaries and adventurers contained only some weapons, clothes, or other trinkets, with no gold coins at all.
Thinking about their professions, she gradually became reconciled to it. People in these two professions lived with their heads on the line, never knowing when they might die, so they spent all the money they earned on enjoyment.
Only the gold coins from the merchants could be called a fortune. Jonavili was thoroughly enjoying the thrill of looting.
Looking at the merchants' spatial items she had sorted out, Jonavili hummed a tune in a pleasant mood.
"Hum hum hum~ Hum mm hum~~"
"Hey, Big Sister, do I look handsome?"
"Hum hum~"
"Big Sister? Big Sister?"
"Hmm? What is it..."
Gris nudged Jonavili with his claw, and she turned to look at this good-for-nothing dragon brother.
But one look was all it took for Jonavili to freeze in place.
'Tiamat above, is this the legendary mental pollution?'
Gris had a piece of feminine inner garment worn diagonally across his dragon head, covering one dragon eye.
Seeing Jonavili look over, Gris grinned and struck a cool pose, shouting loudly.
"I am Black King Gris, the male dragon who will become the Pirate King!"
After shouting, he even picked up a women's high-top boot to use as a pirate cutlass, pointing it forward.
Jonavili's eyes widened, and her dragon mouth hung open.
Just moments ago, she had already recorded Gris's actions, preparing to upload them to the draconic inheritance later.
"How is it, Big Sister? Am I handsome? Were you struck by my coolness?"
"Pfft—"
"Hahahaha..."
"Ahahaha... so... so handsome! Ahahaha..."
Jonavili laughed so hard she couldn't help but shed a few tears, clutching her stomach as she roared with laughter.
Gris frowned slightly.
"If I'm handsome, why are you laughing? Shouldn't your eyes be sparkling with admiration?"
Jonavili forced herself to stop laughing, put on a serious expression, and looked at him earnestly.
"Remember, you are really handsome right now. Keep it up. I have high hopes for you."
"Really?"
"Yes, the kind that could easily charm a group of young female dragons."
Hearing Jonavili's confirmation, Gris's pupils grew wider and wider.
"Thanks, Big Sister! I'll work even harder!"
"Keep it up."
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