Chapter 70 Slave Contract

There was an atmosphere of silence permeating the cave. Ryan, Old York and the others went in one behind the other, slowly going deeper.

As their steps progressed, the light in the cave became darker and darker, surrounded by wet rock walls, and the smell of moisture in the air became stronger.

Ryan's mind was not completely focused on the surrounding environment. He was still pondering the previous situation. The smell of the cave grass was getting stronger, but there was still no trace of monsters around him.

"What's going on?"

A playful smile appeared on Ryan's lips.

It turns out that there are no traces of monsters in this kind of place!

Selling the Cave Grass every year can net you at least several thousand magic stones. Seeing that the wizard power of Blackstone Lowland College has been greatly reduced, the wizards in the Wiki Kingdom must have fabricated information about monsters and cut off the supply.

Old York walked in front of him, his steps steady and slow, and he didn't seem to be as alert as Ryan.

Ryan followed behind him, occasionally glancing at the old wizard's back.

"Do you think something is wrong here?" Ryan finally asked, his voice low and calm.

Old York didn't look back, and his voice was full of disdain: "What do you think, Ryan? Aren't the wizards sent by the academy the best at this kind of insight? Why, haven't you discovered it yet?"

Ryan frowned slightly. The obvious provocation in Old York's tone made him feel angry, but he also wanted to see what these clowns wanted to do.

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from behind: "That's enough, Ryan."

"Old York, you..." Ryan's tone was a little startled, but he quickly calmed down, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, "You're not here to pick the cave grass, are you?"

Old York sneered and walked straight towards Ryan without any pause. The air in the cave became heavier and heavier, as if a strong sense of oppression was quietly spreading.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Old York's voice was low and full of sarcasm, "Who do you think you are? A mere second-class apprentice, how dare you come here with us so arrogantly."

Ryan's brows raised slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Old York's smile became colder, and the look in his eyes was full of disdain: "I know you were sent by Blackstone Lowland College, and you are a second-class apprentice. You can fool those wizard apprentices, but you can't fool me."

"Do you really think you can escape?"

Ryan lowered his head and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart. His body trembled slightly, as if he was under great threat, and his eyes were wandering, like a prey forced into a dead corner.

"I...I don't want to die...you...what do you want?" Ryan's voice contained a hint of broken fear.

"Oh, what a weak guy." A trace of contempt flashed in Old York's eyes, "But I like this. At least you can understand your position."

Immediately, Old York motioned to the two apprentices, Lyle and Tilly, to come closer. His tone gradually became colder, "Look, Ryan doesn't want to die. But we can't let him live so easily. We can't let him Escape.

You know that once a slave contract is signed, he can no longer resist. We can benefit greatly from his knowledge and elixirs."

A deep light flashed in Old York's eyes: "Ryan has a woman named Pauline. Using her to threaten Ryan should work."

There was a hint of excitement on Lyle's face: "Yes, the slave contract is the most effective. No matter what secrets he has, after signing the contract, he will become our slave completely and will never be able to resist."

"I agree too."

The three of them looked at each other and confirmed the plan. Old York turned to Ryan and sneered: "Do you think you can escape, Ryan? Sign the contract, become our slave, give up your so-called dignity, or... You will disappear in this cave forever."

"You...do you really think I will give in easily?"

Ryan's voice still had a vibrato, but there was a hint of suppressed anger in the vibrato, "You think you can control me with these methods? You are so naive!"

The high-quality potions he has produced since his arrival have benefited almost everyone, but the two Will brothers and these wizard apprentices did not appreciate it and chose to be his enemy!

The air in the cave seemed to have solidified, and all movement was completely suppressed by Ryan's sudden explosion. His previous weak and frightened expression disappeared instantly.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed.

The power of blood surged crazily in Ryan's body, and a steady stream of power erupted from the depths of his body, as if the entire cave began to tremble, and a suffocating pressure filled the air.

Old York and the two third-class apprentices were still standing there, their eyes full of contempt and hostility. Just when they thought Ryan was under complete control and were about to sign the slave contract, Ryan raised his head slightly, a cold scarlet flashing in his eyes.

The red gradually spread and quickly occupied his pupils, like two burning flames, swallowing up his always weak expression.

"You think you can control me with these methods of yours?" Ryan's voice was low and cold, with a sense of oppression that no one could refute.

As he finished speaking, a powerful mental wave suddenly struck, suffocating the air in the cave almost instantly. That is the pressure of the vampires, a kind of extraordinary spiritual suppression produced by the combination of blood and willpower.

Old York's eyes suddenly widened, as if he felt some kind of huge crisis. The threat emanating from Ryan made it difficult for him to breathe.

Old York's face turned pale in an instant, and he staggered a few steps, as if an invisible big hand had firmly grasped his heart.

At the same time, Ryan suddenly released a blood halo, and a bright red halo surrounded him. The blood-colored light seemed to penetrate everything and dyed the surrounding air red.

The halo was not only a symbol of power, but also carried a strong mental repression, as if it could deprive all living beings of their will in an instant.

A trace of fear flashed in Old York's eyes. He wanted to mobilize his mental power to resist, but under Ryan's pressure, his mental power seemed to be bound and could not move at all.

Ryan in front of him was no longer the seemingly weak second-class apprentice, but a formal wizard who really made people feel scared.

Old York didn't react at all. Ryan had already strode forward and kicked him hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

A crisp bone-breaking sound was heard, and Old York's body was kicked away like a rag bag, his chest collapsed, and he died on the spot.

His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he would die at the hands of this apprentice from the Blackrock Lowlands Academy.

"Old York!"

Lester and Tilly exclaimed at the same time, their eyes full of shock and anger. The fear in their hearts also climbed to the extreme in an instant. They didn't expect that Ryan's strength was so terrible that he killed the third-class apprentice who they thought was unshakable in just a moment.

Ryan's eyes swept over the two of them coldly, and a mocking smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"You dare to threaten my woman, you deserve to die!"

He didn't rush to act, but slowly walked to Old York's body, squatted down and searched for a slave contract from Old York. It was a yellowed ancient contract with a strong spiritual imprint, obviously a very high-level spell contract.

Its power is shocking, and it can completely control a person's life and soul.

"So that's it."

Ryan's mouth curled up into a smile. He looked at the two third-class apprentices and spoke in a calm tone, but with an irresistible pressure. "Now, whoever can grab this slave contract can leave here alive."

Then he threw the slave contract at his feet.