Age of Adepts

When I arrived at the parlor, the 'guest' had been waiting here for quite some time.

The visitor was a woman.

With a black scarf over her face, no complete facial features could be seen.

A black leather jacket and tight leather pants wrapped her curvy body in an exquisite manner, but it also had a unique flavor. The other party apparently covered another loose cloth robe over the leather armor in order to match his identity as a 'witch', but it still couldn't cover up the beautifully curved body.

"Your Excellency Olivine, is this period of time in the White Tower still quite comfortable? I don't know what you want to see me for this time." Grim was full of smiles and warm words, not taking out the demeanor of a high-ranking wizard.

Looking at the powerful male wizard who was talking freely in front of him and behaving with ease, Oliven fidgeted and twisted left and right on the leather chair of the sofa, stopping several times to speak.

"Grim... Lord..." gritting her teeth and spitting out the word 'Lord', Olivine's face was almost red.

The strange dragon devourer who resided in the Crimson Family apparently had so many things she wanted to say to Grim, but she didn't know where to start. She apparently still couldn't get used to the difference in status with the male witch in front of her.

In the past, she was only greedy to be able to obtain some dragon resources close to the Crimson Family that she joined. At that time, she was a rank 2, and the wizard in front of her was also a rank 2, both of them had equal status. But after only a few decades, the other party had jumped to rank 3, while she was still a rank 2.

Although at this time, Oliven already had the peak strength of rank 2, but rank 2 was rank 2, and still couldn't be compared to rank 3. In front of this male witch, she felt an indescribable threat and oppression for the first time.

It wasn't that the other party was intentionally targeting himself, but rather the force field fluctuations caused by the powerful life energy and ultra-high mental strength of the high-ranked witch.

Olivine only felt slight discomfort on Grim's side, if it were those low-ranked sorcerers, I'm afraid they would have a tingling sensation like sitting on pins and needles. As for the ordinary sorcerer apprentices, if they got too close to Grim, they would be in real danger of losing their lives.

"Oliven, did you come to me just to get stoned?" Grim was still smiling gently, but the impatience in his eyebrows and words was already evident.

This Olivine had always been inseparable from the Crimson Family, and although she held the name of Crimson Witch, she almost never really did anything for the family. Therefore, Grim's dissatisfaction with it was overflowing.

If it wasn't for the past 'friendship' and Oliven's strange professional abilities, I'm afraid that Grim wouldn't have taken the time to meet her at all.

Seemingly sensing Grim's intense 'impatience', an expression of distress and struggle appeared on Oliven's face, and after a moment's hesitation, she finally said, "Grim... my lord, I want to ...I want to get that 3rd rank water dragon."

It was true that it was for that water dragon.

Grim was able to tell that Oliven seemed to have reached a bottleneck state, at the peak of the 2nd rank, and to go further would require some special means. Shamans could use the knowledge means inherited from within the system to advance, and I'm afraid that dragon devourers who wanted to advance would inevitably have to borrow the dragon's bloodline.

And with Oliven's current strength, it would undoubtedly be tough to let her hunt a 3rd stage dragon on her own.

So, seeing that the Crimson Family had hunted and killed another Tier 3 dragon, this Ollivine's mind inevitably became active. It was just that with Oliven's current relationship with the Crimson Family, it was a bit awkward to make this request at first glance.

Grim smirked.

"Oliven, you've been a member of the Crimson Family for several decades, I wonder what you can offer in exchange for this Tier 3 Water Dragon?"

"3... 30,000 magic crystals... and... and... 2,000 contribution points..." said Oliven hesitantly.

As a Level 2 Dragon Devourer who had stayed in the Crimson Family for decades, but had only accumulated this much, this was a clear indication that the other party was not even actively involved in the internal affairs of the Crimson Family.

"30,000 magic crystals... 2,000 contribution points... Hehe, Oliven, do you know the base value of this Tier 3 Water Dragon?" The smile on Grim's face was even colder: "Although its dragon soul has dissipated, its base value is above two million magic crystals. This little bit of yours..."

Seemingly knowing that her request was a bit too much, Oliven finally bit her teeth and said in a fierce voice, "Lord Grim, I know that I haven't done well in the past. But as long as you give me this water dragon so that I can advance to Level 3, I promise... I promise I will obey you in everything just like Lord Mary!"

"Anything I say?" Grim cocked an eyebrow.

"Anything you say!" Olivine's slender, tall body stiffened, and she sounded fierce again.

Grim hemmed and hawed, "You must know that Mary and I have an extraordinary relationship. You were able to do that?"

"Can!" Olivine cut her off, "If she can do it, I can do it."

Grim smiled faintly at the other man's courageous devotion, and his right hand probed out, slowly touching Oliven's undulating, vibrating breasts wrapped in tight black leather armor.

Olivine's body trembled and her teeth clenched, but instead of dodging, she watched nervously as the wizard's large hand came closer and closer to her towering mound of flesh.

Just as the two were about to touch, Grim's heart moved, his hand turned sharply, and suddenly removed the black scarf from his face as Olivine gave a low cry of surprise.

What a terrifying face was concealed beneath the black scarf!

A terrifying maw that spanned the entire cheek was slightly open, revealing the white, jagged fangs inside, a single sharp tooth like an upside-down dagger misplaced in a hideous and terrifying manner.

Where the nostrils were originally located, there was a spreading piece of white flesh, and no nose could be seen.

If one didn't uncover the black scarf, and only looked at Oliven's exposed eyebrows and face shape, it would also be a full human beauty look. But as soon as the black scarf was lifted, the original human beauty immediately turned into a terrifying demon that was too shocking to look at.

After so many years of exercise, such a terrifying sight couldn't scare Grim at all.

He had dissected more than a few demons and humanoid strains, which were not monsters among monsters and demons among demons. Not only were they ugly and strange, but they also had some weird and odd organs and disgusting bodily fluids at the same time.

So, the true nature of Ollivine before him only surprised him slightly, not to the point where he cowered in fear.

And, Grim saw it clearly.

Oliven, as a former human, still had a good bottom of the mold.

It was just that the Dragon Eater's unique way of raising her strength had also caused some uncontrollable mutations and contamination of her body. These changes could undoubtedly enhance her killing power against the dragons from all sides, however, they also inevitably made her move further and further away from her human origin.

Not to mention Ollivine, even the high-ranking witches in the Wizard World, there were fewer and fewer guys who could retain their human forms, and most of them had a strange appearance.

After all, human bodies were too weak and feeble, and the upper limit of power they could hold and endure was too low and too low. If a high-ranked sorcerer cared too much about his human body, his basic strength would inevitably be weaker than those of his counterparts who had undergone mutations.

This was also a well-known truth in the world of witches!

When Grim had seen enough, Oliven then hung the black scarf back up to shield the inhuman face.

"That's all I can come up with, but I can make a soul contract with you. As long as you give me that rank 3 water dragon, everything will be at your disposal when I advance to rank 3!" After the biggest hidden leak, Oliven let go of all thoughts and seriously put forth his conditions.

Exchanging a dead 3rd rank water dragon for a possible 3rd rank dragon devourer...this seemed like a good deal.

However, this Oliven wouldn't be able to do it if she kept working like she did before!

Grim didn't hesitate to probe his hand and draw an imaginary stroke in front of his eyes, drawing out a flame rune with different forms. These flame runes floated in the void in front of them, colliding and moving around with each other, finally stitching together to form a bizarre sorcery contract.

"Take a look at this sorcery contract... If you feel it's appropriate, sign it. After signing it, I'll find you a suitable 3rd stage dragon!" Grim was indifferent.

Now that he was a genuine 3rd level sorcerer, it was easy for him to draw up such a contract. This contract seemed simple, but it had a lot of sorcery knowledge that he had learned from a different dimension, and had a powerful soul binding ability, so there was no worry that Oliven would go back on his word after advancing to the 3rd level.

Auriwen gazed at this sorcery contract in an apprehensive mood, although most of the flame runes on it she didn't recognize. But when her eyes fell on which rune, all the contents and details imbedded in this rune unfolded like a book.

There was no need to know or interpret, the information contained in each rune flowed seamlessly into her mind.

The terms of the contract were just as she had described before, the Crimson Family provided a Level 3 dragon for her to successfully advance to Level 3, and after advancing to Level 3, Olivine was required to serve the Crimson Family wholeheartedly for 200 years.

Such a provision sounded harsh, but Oliven was ecstatic about it.

She had been immersed in the Wizarding World for so many years that she knew the behavior of witches all too well.

There would never be another wizard family that would offer her such superior and lenient conditions.

This made Oliven, who was already planning to bite the bullet and endure the male witch's harsh conditions, overjoyed.

One had to know that with her qualifications, if she advanced to the 3rd rank, her lifespan would be extended to at least 600 to 700 years. Taking two hundred years out of it to work for the Crimson Family didn't seem unacceptable!

Oliven immediately sliced his fingers and left the mark of his soul on the voodoo contract.