Taming the Elven Priestess

Cavis!

When Li Ziran saw this man, an indescribable emotion surged within him.

He was familiar with this man, and he was also Ivy and the other two's mentor. Strictly speaking, Li Ziran's Judgment Spell had been inherited from the man before him.

Yet now, the other man was merchandise supplied by Sandrew, and Li Ziran also needed a special Resurrection Gallbladder.

"Ah... Keep him!"

Letting him go was absolutely impossible. Anything that fell into his hands could never slip away; at most, he would not treat him as an experiment.

He covered him with the Life Tree Leaf again, then slowly undid the restraints on the elven priestess beside him. Fortunately, Anfuni was currently stationed at North Sea Port. If she learned that he had captured another elven priestess, she would probably tear the roof off his building.

The elven priestess was deeply unconscious, clearly drugged. A small bottle sat beside the Life Tree Leaf—the antidote to wake her. Beside the antidote lay a seal.

Li Ziran was more familiar with this sort of seal than anyone. A Slave Seal. He had seen many varieties, but they all had the same effect: turning the other party into his slave.

Only, this seal felt somewhat strange. It was sticky, as if it had been smeared with honey.

He lifted the seal and saw five words engraved on its underside: "Exclusively for Li Ziran."

Sandrew had prepared everything with extreme care. Whether this elf became a slave was entirely up to Li Ziran.

At this moment, he was fully convinced that this was something Sandrew had paid for out of his own pocket to give him. Such an attitude was as different from Shadow Elder's as heaven and earth.

Abyss Wraith!

The term surfaced in Li Ziran's mind again. He casually