The Elf Contract sounds nice and is probably easy to use, but does Qin Yao really need this thing now?

Red and White Evil Xiao Wenjun, which one of them used the contract?

At present, aren't they all fighting side by side with him?

Originally, the value of filial piety was not much, so how could it be spent on the back of a sword, so Qin Yao decisively refused: "No need, it's not to that extent yet."

After saying that, the characters that were still in front of him suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"The contract can be signed, but the content of the contract must be completed by the two of us." After hesitating for a moment, the elf girl raised her right hand and made a fist, with a determined look on her face.

"no problem!"

Qin Yao immediately took out the space bag, took out paper and pen, and discussed with the girl how to write the contract header in the grinding room. In the process, the distance between humans and elves became closer and closer...

The next day.

Sunlight shines into the box through the gap in the wooden window, illuminating the elf girl's skin so white that it glows.

Based on her good-looking facial features, Zhang Ling had never cared about her wheat-colored skin. But at this moment, looking at the fair-skinned girl with a hint of holiness in her face, she suddenly felt that the folk saying of "one white color covers all the ugliness" was not true. It's not out of nowhere.

When the facial features and appearance are the same, fairer skin will definitely be more in line with public aesthetics than darker skin...

"Sign it."

In front of the table, after confirming the ten contract rules, Qin Yao signed his name in the column of the promisee and then handed the brush to the elf.

The elf suddenly paused after picking up the brush and looked up at Qin Yao: "What name should I sign?"

Qin Yao was stunned. He remembered that the elf girl in the original work had a name. Why didn't this one have a name?

"Don't you have a name?"

"Is it weird that I don't have a name?" the elf girl asked.

"You can give yourself a name now." Qin Yao said: "Although a name is just a code name, it is very important in human society."

The elf girl looked confused.

Character and mind can be perfected innately through inheritance, but life experience is difficult to pass down through blood.

Without relevant experience and a certain amount of knowledge, coming up with a name is far more complicated than thinking about other issues.

"You name me one..." the elf girl said, "You have relevant obligations, don't you?"

Qin Yao: "..."

It’s hard to describe how well he came up with names!

"Is it difficult?" Instead of looking at each other, the elf girl asked.

Qin Yao shook his head: "In ancient Greek mythology, there is a goddess of war and wisdom named Athena. The meaning of her name is virginity and pure light. I think this name suits you quite well. What do you think?"

"Goddess of war and wisdom." The elf girl stared into his eyes and asked seriously: "Is this what you expect from me?"

"It can be said that..." Qin Yao said: "Although it feels a bit fanciful to say it now, I hope you can target her and constantly break through your limits."

"What is her identity now?" the elf girl said, "I mean, in mythology."

"One of the twelve main gods of Olympus, he is considered a big boss among the Greek gods." Qin Yao said.

The elf girl's eyes flickered and she said with a smile: "Okay, then my name will be Athena. One day, I will go to that Olympus you mentioned and challenge her."

Qin Yao was startled for a moment, then gave her a thumbs up: "If you are ambitious, I will wait for that day to come."

The elf girl pursed her lips and smiled, lowered her eyes and wrote the three small words Athena on the paper.

Hmm...it's still simplified Chinese characters!

"Dong dong dong."

The next day, early morning.

Someone knocked lightly on the door outside the box and said respectfully: "Guest, Jinling has arrived."

Qin Yao moved his body until he sat stiff, then asked Athena: "Are you afraid of the sun?"

"I just don't like it, but I'm not afraid of it."

"Then let's go out together." Qin Yao said: "After getting off the boat, take a walk first, and try your luck at night to see if you can find ghosts at the level of ghost kings, so as to test your combat effectiveness."

"How to test and kill the opponent directly?" Athena asked.

Qin Yao shook his head: "The standard should be higher to conquer the opponent! I need to bury a hidden stake in Jinling."

Athena: "I'll try my best."

Generally speaking, the ghost king means the leader of ghosts, not the realm. It is not difficult for her to kill a small ghost boss. The difficulty is how to defeat the opponent without killing him...

Qin Yao nodded silently, took out two white gauze hats from the space bag, and handed them to the two women: "You two should wear these to avoid any trouble caused by your beauty."

Not to mention the Min Kingdom period where the law was not perfect, even in the 21st century, there are still many second-rate men who strike up conversations on the street and even molest beautiful women.

If you can prevent it in advance, you should naturally make arrangements in advance to avoid being really disgusted by then.

Soon, the group of people landed ashore and arrived at a town from the ferry. It was already noon, and various fragrances were constantly coming from the restaurants on both sides of the street.

"Eat something and drink some water." Qin Yao stopped in front of a restaurant, turned around and asked.

"Okay, okay." The little zombie immediately smiled and jumped and clapped.

Qin Yao laughed, waved, and led them into the restaurant.

"Hey, hey..."

"Hey, hey, hey."

As soon as he entered the door, before Qin Yao had time to call the waiter, he saw an extremely eye-catching scene: two grown men holding hands, openly playing with their chests in the lobby on the first floor, with extremely wanton smiles, which made everyone in the restaurant laugh. The onlookers were stunned.

At the front door, Zhang Ling, who was wearing a bamboo hat, frowned, stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, and instantly opened his eyes. Between the two men, he saw a frail girl hugging her chest, struggling desperately, shouting for help, and full of excitement. His face was frightened.

Zhang Ling's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stood up and scolded: "Let go! You two grown men, in broad daylight, in full view of everyone, are actually pulling each other, with their faces full of debauchery, how can you behave like this?"

She didn't want to be regarded as an alien, so she didn't expose the female ghost.

"What we do and what we do is none of your business?!" the short man, who looked young and old, and whose forehead was covered with wrinkles when he was angry, said angrily.

"If the road is not level, someone will plow it. If things are not level, someone will take care of it. You two are so immoral, how can I still say that?" Zhang Ling said.

"You bitch, do you know who I am?" the short man said.

"I don't need to know who you are." Zhang Ling said: "I count to three, if you still don't let go, don't blame me for being rude."

"I'm afraid of you!" The short man sneered and said to the man opposite: "Come on, let's continue."

"Shameless!"

Zhang Ling didn't get angry when he was scolded. Seeing that they were scorning other girls again, Zhang Ling became angry. With a snap of his fingers, a stream of magic power went straight towards the man.

"Bang."

At the critical moment, a skeleton Zen staff suddenly stretched out from the side to block the magic power.

Zhang Ling turned around and saw a monk from the Western Regions wearing a yellow monk's robe and a high-horned monk's hat, with a simple and honest face but bright eyes. He raised his hand and pulled the end of the Zen staff. He was looking at him with interest at the moment.

"Master, why do you want to help the emperor do evil?"

"I'm helping people and you're helping ghosts. Which one of us is helping the evildoers?" the monk from the Western Region asked.

Zhang Ling shook his head: "People are divided into good guys and bad guys, and ghosts are also divided into good ghosts and bad ghosts. How can we ignore right and wrong just because of our different identities?"

Monk from the Western Region: "Then how do you know that Master Ge is a bad guy and that female ghost is a good ghost?"

Zhang Ling said without hesitation: "It is not difficult to see from their behavior that good people would do such debauched things?"

The monk from the Western Region sighed: "Seeing is not necessarily believing. You don't know the cause and effect, and you are the one who cares about right and wrong. Miss monk. I can tell you responsibly that this female ghost wants to kill Master Ge in front of him, and Master Ge is teasing her." Is it too much to tease a female ghost like this in the face of a female ghost who wants to kill her?"

"You just said I wanted to kill him first, why didn't you tell me why I wanted to kill him?" the female ghost said angrily.

"It is wrong for ghosts to harm people no matter what the reason is!" the monk from the Western Region said flatly.

Zhang Ling exhaled. At this moment, she couldn't care less about what others thought of her. She turned to the female ghost and said, "Why did you kill that Young Master Ge?"

"Because he peeped at me bathing in front of him. When he slipped and fell from the roof, he hit me directly and killed me on the spot. It's a pity that I was only sixteen years old and lost my life so early. I came to see him. Is there anything wrong with revenge?" the female ghost explained.

Zhang Ling: "..."

From a rational point of view, revenge in this situation is right and even applaudable.

But from a legal point of view, the monk from the Western Regions is right. Killing someone with the surname Ge is a violation of moral character. In the future, the case will be dug up again in the underworld for trial, but the dead ghost will come in person. Revenge is illegal.

"Listen clearly, Miss Monk." The monk from the Western Region said, "Please don't meddle in other people's business."

Zhang Ling took a breath silently and said: "I am not a law enforcement officer. I don't look at logic, only reason. I advise you to let those two guys let go quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

"You are no match for me." The monk from the Western Region said flatly.

Qin Yao took one step forward and looked directly at the monk: "I would like to ask the master for advice."

Under his sharp gaze, which was like a blade, the monk from the Western Region felt his eyes sting a little. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stuck the Zen staff on the ground with a bang, raised his arms, left palm, and fisted with his right hand: "Donor please first."

Qin Yao silently circulated the true energy in his body, and strands of white-gold mana were poured into his right hand, and he slowly pushed out a palm with an ordinary gesture.

The face of the monk from the Western Region changed drastically. When he turned his left hand, a ball of flame appeared on his palm. He lowered his waist and thrust his palm forward.
To be continued...