As for Dobby's suggestion to repair his severed limb, Li Feng knew that channeling his dark-leaning Mana into Dobby could indeed regrow his severed hand. But wouldn't that expose the attributes and traits of his Mana to Dobby? If Dobby still had some hidden trump card, Li Feng would be in even greater danger.
After thinking it over, Li Feng pretended he was about to open the wooden box and threatened, "Cut the crap. Hold the pen in your mouth and write, or don't blame me for getting rough. Don't think you're the only Demon in the world. At worst, I'll find another servant."
Dobby was a little dumbfounded. Writing spells with his mouth? What kind of move was that?
Among the humans who had faced Demons, he had seen those who thought they were clever enough to control Demons, and he had seen those who acted cautiously. But he had never seen anyone as cautious as Li Feng, someone who did not even dare let him copy down spells.
Against a human Mage this wary of me, the chances of my escape plan succeeding are steadily dropping...
Seeing that Li Feng was about to open the wooden box and release that energy which felt like sulfuric acid to him, the utterly depressed Dobby could only clamp the pen between his teeth and laboriously write out the Slave Contract spell.
Seeing that Dobby's handwriting was even worse than his own, Li Feng secretly rejoiced. He pulled out a compressed biscuit from his pocket and happily began eating. He decided that whenever someone mocked his handwriting for looking like worms crawling across a page, he would take out Dobby's scroll and show them what true worm-crawl handwriting looked like.
I'm sure they'll bow and apologize to me.
Dobby knew far more