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Chapter 181 180: Request
Chapter 181 180: Request
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"A request?"
Anon questioned, his expression and tone showing his confusion. The Terror Queen nodded, glancing at her slumbering daughter afterwards. Anon noticed the glance and his brows were raised with intrigue.
The Terror Queen exhaled, then she spoke:
"I want you to take my daughter along with you for protection."
"Hmm."
Upon hearing the request of the Terror Queen, he frowned. His expression visible with confusion.
It wasn't confusion at her words that filled him.
No
His confusion was as to why the Terror Queen would even bother making such a request of him when she herself knew the answer he was definitely going to provide.
"I don't know why you're making such a request when you already know my answer."
Anon shook his head, his eyes containing hidden disappointment in them.
There was no way he was going to accept the Terror Queen's request.
Why did he need to become the babysitter for her grown-up daughter?
In what way was he benefitting from accepting the request?
By having a tier 2 as a companion?
Or maybe by having a female as a close companion?
He needed none of that.
Moreover, Anon was his fake identity, and him having to babysit a clearly grown-up lady, would definitely cause unnecessary disruptions.
Something which he clearly did not want.
'But why does she want me to protect her daughter? I'm just tier 1? And both she and her daughter are at higher tiers than me.'
'Is her fear towards the blood pool so high?... Or is it something else?'
Anon frowned as he pondered on this thought, his eyes scrutinizing the Terror Queen.
"I guessed you might not want to accept my request, so I prepared an alternative."
The Terror Queen spoke, her voice disrupting Anon's train of thoughts.
Anon looked at her and as he did, he saw her spread out her right palm. Suddenly, an ancient looking scroll materialized in her hand. Anon looked at the scroll, his eyes visible with intrigue.
"This scroll is a master slave contract."
The Terror Queen explained, causing Anon's head to snap towards her in surprise. His eyes widening in the process.
"You mean?"
Anon questioned and the Terror Queen nodded, her eyes resolute.
"If you won't take my daughter as your companion, then I want you to take her as your slave. I just need you to protect her, I need you to take her away from here."
Anon stared at the Terror Queen, a mixture of bafflement, confusion and shock could be seen on his face. He tried to comprehend why the Terror Queen was going to such lengths to make him take her daughter.
What was she, a bona-fide tier 3 afraid of that she had to rely on a tier 1 for the protection of her daughter?
Was it her intuition guiding her?
Or was there another motive behind her actions?
A ploy to get somebody close to him, to monitor him and gather information regarding him?
Or…
Anon stared at the scroll in the Terror Queen's hands, and the Terror Queen perceiving his glance took it as him wanting to know more about the scroll.
"When both of you drop your blood on certain parts of the scroll, you will become the master and my daughter your slave. You'll have total control over her and you can order her to do anything for you."
"Anything?"
Anon interrupted, his eyes containing a suspicious light. The Terror Queen aware of the thoughts that could appear in Anon's mind, gave a slightly stiff nod.
"So if I want her to satisfy my sexual desires, perform degrading activities, or even die… she would have no choice but to obey?"
Anon asked, his black eyes filled with a cold and extremely suspicious light.
The Terror Queen gritted her teeth, briefly glancing at her daughter before closing her eyes, then releasing a sigh afterwards.
"I trust my intuition."
She said with resolve and Anon raised his brows hearing her statement He leaned back and with his arms folded, he spoke, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"And your intuition told you that I'm a good guy? That I wouldn't harm your daughter?"
Despite the sarcasm in Anon's words, the Terror Queen was not offended, understanding the reason for Anon's sarcasm. She shook her head and with a bitter smile, she spoke:
"My intuition didn't tell me that… It just told me that my daughter would be safer with you."
Anon squinted his eyes, his mind catching unto the way the Terror Queen personified her intuition. Almost treating it like a living being.
'Strange.'
Despite it striking him as peculiar, Anon decided to withhold his comments on it, preferring to observe the more he interacted with her.
"Can you tell me what this danger you've been feeling is?"
Anon asked, though he had little expectation of a useful reply.
And unsurprisingly,
"I don't know what the danger is."
He receive no useful reply.
Anon rested his chin on his hand. The gears in his mind spun as numerous possibilities raced through his mind.
"Give me the scroll."
Anon requested as he held out his hand. The Terror Queen brightened with delight and relief. And with slight eagerness in her movements, she handed over the scroll to him.
As Anon grabbed the scroll, he inspected it, looking for anything that would signify the scroll being a trap, but after inspecting it for a few moments, he found none.
His brows furrowed slightly and with a calm movement of his hands, he unfurled the scroll.
As he unfurled the scroll, drawings and symbols appeared on the scroll and Anon's squinted as he realized the language of the scroll was of a different language was unfamiliar to him.
"How were you able to figure out the use of the scroll?"
Anon asked, his curiosity on how the Terror Queen knew a language as ancient as what was on the scroll was evident in his tone and expression.
But, the instant Anon asked the question, the Terror Queen had a mildly confused expression on her face.
"I hired an appraiser to tell me about the abilities of the scroll. My inspect skill was not high enough for it… Have you not heard of an appraiser before?"
The Terror Queen asked, her tone having a tinge of confusion in it.
Meanwhile, realization dawned upon Anon as he recalled skimming through a certain book on professions in the Library of Records.
According to the book, everybody in the world was given an inspect skill along with their talents.
The inspect skill just like the name, was meant to be used to inspect the status of other individuals, though it had its limitations which could be removed as the level of the skill increased.
The book on professions talked about some professions which people could become if they did not want to become combatants.
One of the professions which the author wrote about were appraisers.
Appraisers were simply people with a high level of inspection skill, and they also had lots of knowledge skills.
Anon skimmed through the book since he was not exactly interested in the abilities of appraisers, and the part which also talked about everybody getting an inspect skill from the beginning of the apocalypse was obviously false.
He was a living example of it. Though he already guessed the reason for him not having the inspect skill… He possessed something better, Record.
Setting aside his thoughts of appraisers and the inspect skill, Anon chose not to respond to the Terror Queen's question. He focused his attention on the scroll before him and a thought came to his mind.
'I don't think I've used Record on a non-living object before.'
He stole a subtle glance towards the Terror Queen who was patiently waiting for his decision. His brows furrowed as he weighed the potential consequences of his soon to be actions.
'This… might be risky.'
Anon thought to himself and a few seconds later, his left eye underwent a transformation, displaying rapidly changing letters, symbols and numbers appeared on the left side of his vision.
He glanced discreetly at the Terror Queen and he realized she had no change in her expression.
'Good, she can't see it.'
Anon released an internal sigh of relief seeing that, then he examined the scroll properly.
A few seconds later, Anon rolled back the scroll and his brows were deeply furrowed. He looked at the Terror Queen, seeing her have a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Sorry, but I still can't agree to your request."