Chapter 157: Shatia

Simply put, with the master-servant contract in place, if Helag ordered the elven girl to commit suicide, her body would obey without question.

After the contract was signed, Helag felt a connection form between him and the elven girl.

A red mark appeared in his mind, allowing him to control her through it.

Aside from triggering the mark to cause her death, Helag could also use it to inflict punishments, such as making her feel pain or itchiness in specific areas.

The master-servant contract imposed no restrictions on the master, handing complete control to them.

“Remove her shackles and give her some shoes,” Helag said, noticing the elven girl’s bare feet, dirty and wounded from walking on the ground.

Pom took out a key, unlocking the girl’s shackles, and then retrieved a pair of shoes from her space ring.

“They’re a bit big, but you can wear them for now,” Pom said, handing the shoes to the elven girl.

The girl seemed confused, not understanding the conversation between Helag and the others, unsure of what was happening.

“Put on the shoes,” Helag said in Elvish.

The girl’s face lit up briefly with surprise, but then she remembered that wizards were well-educated and knowing Elvish wasn’t unusual, so her expression turned despondent again.

She lifted her small, pale foot and slipped it into the shoe, then did the same with the other foot.

The shoes were clearly too large, and they fit her awkwardly, more like slippers than proper shoes.

Helag had learned Elvish during his time in Moonlight Forest, where the second floor of the library had books on the language, and he had picked it up along the way.

“Let’s go,” Helag said once she had put on the shoes, and he left the box with Brack.

The elven girl followed behind, looking lost and anxious, her small hands clutching the hem of her dress, unsure of what fate awaited her.

Back at the Terchy family’s shop, Helag closed the door. The elven girl stood by the entrance, too scared to move forward, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Helag.

“What’s your name?” Helag asked.

“Shatia… Ald… Alde…” Shatia replied reluctantly, clearly unwilling to reveal her full name.

Helag noticed her hesitation and asked, “Is there something special about your name? Or does it hold some significant meaning?”

Shatia nervously clutched her dress, not wanting to speak, but under the contract’s compulsion, she had no choice. “Alde is the ruling family of the Elven Plane. I am a princess of the royal family.”

“A royal family?”

Helag smiled, understanding why Shatia had been reluctant to reveal her surname.

The royal family of elves had the most exalted bloodline. While ordinary elves lived about a thousand years, royal elves had lifespans of at least three thousand years, increasing further with their strength.

Helag had learned from Deep Blue’s database that royal elves were incredibly powerful, inheriting their magical abilities through their bloodline.

As they aged, their strength grew as well.

It seemed Shatia had been hiding her identity all along, and those who had sold her at the auction had likely thought she was just an ordinary elf, albeit a particularly beautiful one, hence the high price.

If anyone had known she was a royal elf, she would never have been sold to the Barren Lands. She would have been bought in the Land of Dawn long ago.

Alde was the ruling family of the Elven Plane, the strongest bloodline in that realm.

“No wonder I sensed such powerful bloodline energy…” Helag thought, realizing he had stumbled upon a valuable asset. Shatia’s worth had just skyrocketed.

Seeing that Shatia was still terrified, Helag smiled and said, “You don’t need to be so afraid. As long as you behave, I won’t do anything too harsh to you.”

His attempt to reassure her had little effect, as Shatia remained filled with fear and anxiety.

Helag sighed, realizing it would take time for her to calm down. He pulled a wizard’s robe from his space ring.

“Go take a bath and wear this for now. I don’t have any clothes for girls here,” Helag said, tossing the robe to her.

Shatia carefully picked up the robe, holding it close to her chest, standing there uncertainly.

Helag rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bathe with you, and I won’t peek either. I’m not interested in small chests.” (tln : noooooo :((  )

“Okay… Master…” Shatia responded hesitantly, unsure about his promise, and confused by the term “small chests,” as there was no equivalent in Elvish.

“Wait, calling me ‘Master’ feels kind of embarrassing. Just call me Lord Helag from now on,” Helag said.

Shatia bowed slightly, “Yes, Lord Helag.”

“Alright, go ahead,” Helag waved her off, lying down on the bed, thinking about his next steps.

The dragon blood he had just acquired needed to be absorbed quickly, and he also wanted to test the effects of Shatia’s royal elf bloodline.

There was also the matter of Bessie’s mental power stagnation. It was time to send the potion he had completed for her.

Over the past year, he had already perfected the potion.

However, to send it, he would need to go through Larry. If he completed the potion too quickly, it would seem abnormal. Now that a year had passed, the timing was just right.

As Helag thought about these things, he heard the sound of water from the bathroom.

Shatia carefully drew the curtain, trying to prevent Helag from peeking, though she didn’t realize it was pointless.

She turned on the faucet, and warm water soon filled the bathtub. Slowly, she removed her thin clothing and glanced down, suddenly understanding what “small chests” meant.

“I’m not that small… Why did he say I am?” Shatia thought indignantly.

Compared to Elusa, whom Helag had been with before, Shatia was indeed smaller, but still within normal range.

In terms of appearance, Shatia was the most beautiful and flawless woman Helag had ever seen. Elves were naturally more attractive than other races.

Although Helag had said he wouldn’t peek, he still observed her for a moment, mainly to ensure she didn’t drown in the bathtub. After all, he had spent two thousand magic stones on her, and it would be a waste if she died.

“Well… she’s fine,” Helag glanced for a moment before withdrawing Deep Blue’s environmental scan.