Chapter 1245 - 560: Can You Be My Master?

Chapter 1245: Chapter 560: Can You Be My Master?

"Finn?"

Sammi’s tense expression froze for a moment, she blinked quickly, and repeated, "You’re saying... Finn? Are you talking about that Finn from the Witch Association?"

"Exactly, you do know him."

Herbert nodded, then said with a relaxed smile, "If I wasn’t mistaken, he used to be your collaborator, right?"

"Uh... yeah."

Sammi hesitated for a moment and then resignedly nodded, sighing, "I did work with him a few times indeed."

Herbert was quite satisfied with Ms. Misfortune’s cooperation, and his demeanor became even more friendly, asking casually,

"Well, I’m here this time because I need you to tell me all the details from when you collaborated with him. Is there any problem with this request for you?"

The sentence seemed casual, but it was actually a hidden probe.

For the Demon, such requests involving other collaborators are actually quite offensive.

No one likes to willingly betray their collaborator.

Even for the Demon, they would maintain a bit of a "professional baseline" at least on the surface.

And if Sammi refused, it would prove that she still held onto a glimmer of hope and hadn’t fully recognized the current situation.

Then he could truly give her a bit of "punishment," making her understand what position she was really in now.

And upon hearing Herbert’s probe, the large-chested demon opposite hesitated and didn’t reply for a long time.

"What? You’re unwilling... hmm?"

Herbert originally wanted to give Sammi a show of power, with a gaze that says everything without anger coupled with a domineering tone, showing silently his authority.

But looking at the situation now—seems it’s unnecessary to go through all that trouble and pretension.

Sammi didn’t seem like she didn’t want to answer or planning on deliberately delaying and hiding.

She blinked constantly, appeared to be staring at Herbert blankly but her gaze seemed to be looking towards somewhere else.

What’s going on?

Herbert tilted his head in confusion, raised his hand, and waved in front of her eyes.

"Uh... ah!"

Finally, after being lost in thought for a long time, Sammi snapped back into reality, widening her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing her come back to her senses, Herbert asked considerately, raising an eyebrow, "Were you thinking about how to cover for him just now?"

!!!

"No, no, no! It’s not like that!"

Sammi was so anxious she was jumping up and down, waving her hands repeatedly, trying hard to explain, "I wasn’t thinking about how to cover for him, I just, just... uh!"

At this point, Ms. Misfortune paused, her lips twitching repeatedly.

Earlier, what Sammi was thinking wasn’t about keeping secrets for her collaborator, related to any sense of contract spirit.

What she was purely thinking about was—some filthy language instead.

(*Hell curses*)

(*Abyss slang*)

(*Demonic sayings*)

In her mind, Sammi was repeatedly cursing and angrily scolding that damn Finn guy.

Finn!!!

I! ■! You! ■!

He ■’s, it was you who got me into trouble!

It’s all because of you, that I was targeted by the Godslayer!

It’s all your fault!

You’re nothing but a ■■!!!

You’re a ■■ who was born with no ■■ and I ■ you ■■—

The reason Sammi was hesitating now was that these words absolutely couldn’t be spoken to Herbert.

If this string of indecent words and their arrangements were heard by him and he misunderstood that she meant something else, then she might as well not be alive anymore.

But if she didn’t say anything, would the Godslayer think she harbored other intentions?

What do you call this?

Folks, this is called being stuck in a dilemma with nowhere to turn!

And this hesitation from Sammi indeed landed in Herbert’s eyes, but he excelled at capturing subtle emotional changes, seeing she was not deliberately hiding, instead had other aspects.

Like she had an unspeakable trouble, seemingly hesitating whether to speak it out or not.

Looks like there’s a hidden story here.

One look and you know she had grievances!

Now, how should he help her?

As Herbert pondered, thinking about how to get her to speak up, Sammi took a deep breath.

"Exactly, only this way left..."

A look of determination on her face, she nodded to herself, then—with a sudden plop, knelt down on the Summoning Array.

Sammi lowered her head deeply, assuming a fully prostrate position at the tips of Herbert’s toes.

And due to the elasticity of the two pouches up front, the first attempt didn’t succeed, a rebound before she could lower further.

She fought hard against the shame, closed her eyes and shouted loudly:

"Godslayer, Godslayer, Master!"

???

Sammi’s sudden grand gesture startled Herbert, unexpected at such an abstract development.

Hey, hey, hey, how did she suddenly kneel down?

And this move of Sammi inadvertently strengthened Herbert’s belief—exactly, this child had grievances, and not small ones!

Kneeling right away implies hefty grievances, doesn’t it?

One glance you can tell she’s seeking justice from me, her upright official.

As Herbert was smug, ready to display his divine judgment and kindhearted official ways, Sammi raised her head.

"I will say! I’ll say everything!"

She lifted her head, a tearful expression on her face, eyes blurred with tears as she quickly said, "I’ll tell you everything! Please show mercy!"

"I really only collaborated with Finn a few times, had no other relation with him!"

Compared to keeping the contract, staying alive seemed more important.