Maggie's compliance and boasting pleased Rielta, and the greed and desire in her beastly eyes gradually faded, replaced by a growing murderous intent.
Just as Maggie breathed a sigh of relief and was about to make an excuse to slip away, Rielta suddenly turned to look at Perkin, who had been silent all along, her eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion.
Maggie's heart jumped into her throat. Although Perkin had no memory and his bloodline could be temporarily called human, he still had some characteristics that only snakes possessed.
Faced with Rilta, who utterly despises the god of darkness, Gretius, who knows what uncontrollable situation might arise.
The space of the False God's Tomb was already silent, and with the dragon and snake staring at each other, all that could be heard was Maggie's own breathing; it was eerily quiet.
"Lady Rielta, you..."
Maggie decided to break the deadlock first, and not let Rilta suddenly make a move, otherwise she wouldn't even have a chance to struggle. He probably wouldn't give up the opportunity to be resurrected and challenge the Dark God's position, and wouldn't easily choose to kill her.
"Your servant is somewhat like a thief who tried to steal my divine throne."
Rielta slowly turned his head, his tone neither happy nor angry, making it impossible to discern his thoughts, but Maggie was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
Perhaps this is the connection between sworn enemies. Even though Perkin and Greysius's current appearances are less than 50% similar, Rielta can still keenly perceive the similarities.
Maggie's mind raced. Rielta's current attitude was unclear, but he certainly didn't want the Dark God to be better off than him. Perhaps...
A faint hint of ingratiation flickered in her eyes, and her fawning tone was no different from that of a petty person.
"He's just like that thief Greyius, isn't he? He's my slave, which means he's your slave, and one day in the future..."
Maggie didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was clear: it meant that one day Greysius would also become her slave.
A slight ripple appeared in Perkin's eyes as he shifted his gaze to Maggie; no one knew what he was thinking.
"Oh? Very good. What you said resonates with me. Since you are a thief, you should become my slave."
Rilta's wild laughter filled the entire space, completely pleased by Maggie's flattering words.
"Since you are a believer of this God and bear the heavy responsibility of resurrecting this God, this God will naturally not be stingy with you."
"Although I have been sleeping in this space for a long time, my remaining power is enough to help a mere intermediate mage like you become stronger."
"I'm tired. I hope to receive good news from you next time we meet."
Before Maggie could refuse, the enormous black dragon spirit vanished on the spot, leaving only Perkin and Maggie standing there.
Maggie's vision went black as she felt a peculiar magical power surge into her body, mixing with the magic bestowed upon her by Safa, like concentrated sulfuric acid boiling rapidly within her.
"!"
Maggie felt like she was being steamed alive; she had no strength left in her body, her legs went weak, and she was about to collapse to the ground.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and he couldn't even muster the slightest thought before he completely lost consciousness.
Upon seeing this, Perkin rushed forward and embraced Maggie.
The moment he touched Maggie, perhaps because of the intense heat, his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly for a moment before he pulled her closer to his arms again.
For a cold-blooded animal like him, who is more like a snake than a human, such a scorching body temperature was really making him uncomfortable.
"You... wake up."
Perkin's body instinctively resisted the abnormally high temperature, but he showed no intention of letting go.
If Maggie, being human, cannot lower her body temperature for an extended period, she will most likely become mentally impaired.
Perkin stared quietly at Maggie's flushed and uneasy face for a long time. He silently took off his shirt and, through Maggie's clothes, hugged her even tighter.
Fortunately, the saintess's robes were thin enough that the heat could be easily transferred to Maggie's body.
Unfortunately, Perkin wasn't a water mage, and most dark magic tended to be offensive, so he didn't have any magic to cool down. This was his only option.
He waited quietly, and thankfully Maggie's body finally showed signs of cooling down, and Perkin's tense face began to relax at a visible speed.
All that's left is to wait for Maggie to wake up.
In the vast, empty tomb filled with bones, a cold-blooded, expressionless young man held the unconscious girl motionless, his gaze fixed on her without shifting for even a second.
He held the girl's slender body in his arms, like a porcelain doll. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and beads of sweat clung to her forehead. She looked fragile and pitiful.
Perkin pursed his lips, reached out to wipe the sweat from Maggie's forehead, and waited quietly for her to open her eyes.
Perhaps because the atmosphere was too harmonious and quiet, Perkin's sinister and cold-blooded face softened somewhat. With his eyes lowered, the serpentine pupils that exuded a dangerous aura could not be seen, making his expression appear even more gentle.
The venomous snake, originally a hunter, now guards its unsuspecting and vulnerable prey, preventing other predators from harming it, without having the slightest intention of harming its prey.
He was waiting for his master to wake up, even though his master was now powerless to resist him.
Perkin could have stolen the slave scroll from Maggie and left, but he didn't; he just waited.
Time passed slowly, and Maggie's high fever finally subsided.
As her consciousness gradually returned, she was still a little dazed when she opened her eyes. A white blur met her eyes, and only one thought filled her mind.
[Huh? Abs? Whose abs? Is this heaven? What kind of male bodhisattva is this? Let me touch them, let me touch them.]
Perkin, who was holding Maggie, stiffened, and all his muscles tensed up at the same time. Maggie still didn't react and was still thinking in a daze.
[Huh? Why did it get hard? It feels so soft... Oh dear, get away from these pecs, I can't control my hands!]
Perkin's eyes visibly deepened, and Maggie belatedly realized that something was wrong.
Wait a minute!!! Don't I only have Perkin with me?
Realizing this, Maggie jolted and looked up, only to meet Platinum's eyes, which looked even more dangerous than usual.
A few seconds later, Maggie quietly swallowed, but still pretended to be calm.
"You can let me go now."
God knows that just a moment ago, she almost jumped up on the spot. If she hadn't just had a high fever and her limbs hadn't been so weak, Maggie would have turned into a grasshopper and used magic to leap dozens of meters away.
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