Thanks to Pentong Xiaohui, Fatty G's monthly ticket and Pentong Xiaohui, and half of the lazy person's reward. ——

On the way back, Al, who was crying, reverberated in his mind, Old Rooney's last words: "What's wrong with the inflatable doll? Don't be too shallow! That means Jasmine's future will be closely connected to a human being!

Jasmine is undoubtedly not a devil, nor is it a puppet or a ridiculously constructed creature! I didn’t understand why even the advanced monsters would surrender to her, why she could digest steel, and why even a piss could make the monsters frightened! More importantly, why her soul has no shape! Now I understand all...

Do you know why she peed on you? Think about it carefully, how did the monsters mark their territory? Yes, it's urine! Her peeing on you means she regards you as her exclusive product! Oh my god, exclusive product!

Ahem, do you understand?"

Al shook his head, dispelled the thick contempt of Old Rooney who was frozen in his mind, and drove Gaolun into the Honeycomb Hotel. He parked Gaolun in the warehouse specially built by his neighbors for him. Al closed the magic pivot, pulled out the energy slurry key, and slid it down.

He returned to his room with hello and was tidying up something on the table. The old goblin, who was tidying up something on the table, smiled and turned around, "Good grandson, come here quickly, grandpa is full of eyebrows."

The old goblin has been spending some time in the library recently to translate the mysterious rune imprinted in Al's mind. It seems that he has gained something.

Al hurried over, took a deep breath, and pulled out a parchment scroll from the pile of waste paper on the table: "Look."

‘According to ancient revelation and following the rules of the covenant, I come from afar. And become your partner, and sign a covenant of coexistence…’

Al read it out in a low voice in the verb. “Is this a covenant?”

As a qualified beast trainer assistant, Al soon made a discovery.

"Not bad." The old goblin smiled slightly, "What else have you discovered?"

Grandpa is also here to take the exam for himself? Al, who has been smearing fat mutton recently, immediately felt aroused his energy and searched carefully between the lines.

‘Ancient Revelation. Rules of the Covenant’, this is the opening format of all covenants, and it’s no big deal; ‘From the distance’ is also a sympathetic nonsense, and Al soon sets his sights on ‘companion’ and ‘coexistence’.

Usually, a covenant is called a partner. This covenant is called a partner.

Al's heart moved. Could it be the master-servant blood contract that is more advanced than the partner covenant?

No, the blood contract is a unilateral contract of slavery, and it will not be a partner. The final "coexistence of life and death" is slightly different from the familiar "coexistence of life and death".

Coexist...

Live and die together...

"What is the difference between 'savant' and 'death'?" Al couldn't help but murmur.

The old goblin Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Good grandson, you did not disappoint me. Existence and death seem to have similar meanings, but they are actually very different! Al, does he still exist if he dies?"

"Does a dead person still exist?" After chewing on grandpa's words, Al suddenly realized: "Grandpa, is it a soul contract?!"

"Yes! This spell is a soul appointment!" The old goblin was also excited, "It is a long-lost soul appointment!"

Al suddenly said, "So that's it! No wonder he angered the Molt Slag Yalong at that time. It turned out that he wanted to sign a soul contract with it!"

When I thought about it, I realized that something was wrong, "Grandpa. The higher the contract, the higher the requirements? No matter whether it is successful or not, the initiator's efforts are extremely huge. But after the failure, why did I not get backlash?"

Lao Di smiled secretly, "Al, I have checked this question for you."

There was no direct answer. The old goblin told a story, "Once upon a time, a great ascetic monk was shocked by the whine of a dove in the sky while meditating. The ascetic monk looked up and found that a goshawk was chasing it. So, in order to protect the dove, the ascetic monk hid it in his wide sleeve. The goshawk was very sad and angry. He said to the ascetic monk: 'You saved it, but you harm me. If you can't eat meat, I will starve to death, and my children will die after I die'."

This story seems to be quite inconsistent with the law of goblins, and Al couldn't help asking: "What happened later?"

The old goblin breathed a sigh of relief, "Later, the ascetic monk said that he was willing to exchange his own flesh, which was as heavy as a pigeon, for the life of the pigeon. The goshawk agreed. But no matter how much meat the ascetic monk cut, he could not weigh the pigeon on the other end of the scale. Finally, the ascetic monk jumped onto the scale plate himself, and the balance was finally leveled."

"It's gone?" Al was still immersed in the great heart of the ascetic monk, but unexpectedly the story ended in a hurry.

The old goblin nodded, "Al, what does this story mean?"

Al swallowed the words such as dedication, mind, sentiment and other words that he was about to blurt out, and then shook his head obediently, with an expression I didn't know.

"What does it mean to be a living person and a pigeon?" The old goblin clenched his fists and trembled all over his body. "This means that people have different levels of high and low status, but their souls do not!"

Al is struck by lightning, "The soul has no..."

The old goblin wiped away the tears from his eyes and said loudly: "Yes, good grandson! This is why you did not bear the backlash. Because in front of the soul contract, no matter how small one party signed or how powerful the other party is, for the balance, both souls are always equal! So its backlash power is even lower than the lowest partner contract!"

He didn't give Al the time to digest it at all. The old goblin grabbed his shoulder with his hands like iron-tightening hands. "Al, as far as I know, those truly great dragon priests, without exception, signed all with the dragon: spirit, soul, contract, and contract!"

Al was already stunned by the old goblin's continuous revelations, and was giggling at his grandfather who kept shaking his grandfather.

Me, a goblin called the Freak, would I be... Dragon Priest?

Although the soul of the goblin and the soul of the dragon are equal, but...

Will the dragon fall in love with the goblins?

The figures of Old Rooney and Grandpa kept hovering in Al's mind. He felt more and more that the two things that were incompatible seemed to be being pinched together by an invisible hand.

And this big hand is called fate.

Is Jasmine a dragon?

Is spell useful to dragons?

And...can I do it?

Pressing his swollen brain under the pillow, the tired Al tossed and turned, and entered the dream scent with difficulty.

Without waiting for the accurate bell to ring five times, Al went out early. He bought a freshly baked baguette and walked towards the circus while eating.

A tightly wrapped caravan was quietly parked at the entrance of the opera. Aier was very familiar with the driver. He was also a tenant living in the Honeycomb Hotel.

After saying hello, Al was about to step into the yard, but was attracted by the familiar bird song in the caravan.

"Jim, what's inside?"

"A big bird with hair off," Jim laughed, "I was naked all over, and there was no hair left. The circus sold it to Master Bath."

"Chambas of the Colosseum?!" Al said in surprise.

"Yes, but Al, now Mr. Bass has a new nickname: 'Pippibas'. Hahaha..."

Haha! Al rolled his eyes and lifted the cover. Sure enough, the moo Figo, whose feathers were scared by the smell of urine on Al's body yesterday was lying listlessly in the cage!

"Jim, are you going to be sent to be a beast fighter?" Al asked anxiously.

"Yeah!" Jim nodded.

Because of the facial armor, Jim couldn't see his expression and naturally found no flaws. Al tried his best to calm down and asked with a smile: "What are you waiting for?"

The coachman named Jim was very excited to be able to chat with the pride of the entire hotel for so long. As soon as Al finished asking, he couldn't wait to show off his internal news: "It's not over yet! Gova's cousin, the bear goblin is still talking about the little monster with the circus people..."

Before he could finish talking, Al turned around and rushed in.

"Damn it, I actually sold Jasmine to be a beast fighting!" Al drove Gaolun to the cathedral. A sudden light of inspiration appeared in the middle of the way, and suddenly stopped. He gritted his teeth and turned to the debris area.

Looking at the empty cages piled up like mountains, Al breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they haven't come yet.

His eyes swept across the empty iron cage, and Al was stunned by the sudden thought. "Can all the monsters in these cages be sold to the arena?! Could it be that this is the real reason for the monster's escape?! That's why Jasmine wants to let them all go, right?!"

"Damn it, I said where they all went!" Al was furious when he thought of the Earth Dragon whose throat was cut off by the green-skinned butcher. "Al, you idiot! You should have thought of it long ago!"

As he plunged into the iron cage formation, Al ran wildly towards the tent deep in the distance. He tore the door curtain to pieces, Al locked the target immediately.

Huff, Huff...

The heavy breathing mixed with the steam sprayed from Gaolun's back expanded in the small space. The little girl curled up in the cage turned over and was still sleeping soundly.

"Marl!" Al shouted anxiously through the cage, "Marl, wake up!"

When Al called her name, the little girl's body trembled significantly.

Al saw it clearly, "Marl, I know you haven't slept, I know you understand what I said! He sold the monster Figo to the Colosseum! Now, they are coming to capture you again..."

The little girl's hand that grabbed her back paused significantly, but she scratched her itch slowly.

"Marly..." Al glanced at the heavy chains and was speechless. Damn it! She was still locked.

Ha! Haha! The freak is dead! The young master is willing to do his best!

Al gritted his teeth and opened the door lock and rushed towards the little girl in the cage.

"Jasmine..." Before Gao Lun's palm touched the girl's body, Al was stabbed by two cold gazes. The blood that had finally gathered suddenly evaporated. The little goblin said Ai Ai: "I, I have no malice, I just want to help you."

The little girl's erect freckled face gradually dimmed, and her dark eyes then felt a deep disdain.

You, the pustule, still want to come to save me? Please, think about how to save yourself.

Although the little girl didn't say anything, Al still read the meaning of her eyes. The little goblin was both ashamed and helpless, sighed a long time, and fell down powerlessly.

"Huh, why are there anyone?" A rude voice came from behind and Al suddenly bounced up.

"Al?" The bear goblin held a low-quality cigarette roll in his mouth and blew out a choking white smoke at the little goblin in the cockpit.

Even though Al was riding Gaolun, his height was almost equal to the majestic bear goblin. The bear goblin, who was used to acting as a boss in front of the five Govas, pointed carelessly, "Are you her caregiver?"

Al subconsciously shook his head, "No, no, no, I am Master Rooney's assistant..."

Al didn't even dare to look at the bear goblin's eyes. The fear accumulated bit by bit since childhood made him unable to resist, and could only avoid it cowardly.

"Oh..." The bear goblin scratched his head, "Get out quickly, I still have something to do."

"Yeah! Yeah!" Al's little chicken lit his head like a pecking meal, and drove Gaolun to walk out of the cage.

After a chill in his heart, Al felt the little girl's cold gaze full of disdain. Although he was full of shame, Al still held back his tears and walked out the door.

Every word from the Bear Goblin is an oracle that cannot be violated for him.
To be continued...