Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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Ultimately, this was the only way to seek help from an outsider.

He would never have made this choice if there hadn't been absolutely no better option.

"Kid, once you sign a subservient contract with Lilith and successfully save her life, she will obey your orders from now on. But before that, I need you to promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

"If Lilith survives the final battle against the dragons, you must restore her freedom and allow her to return and inherit Beowulf's mantle!"

After hearing about this deal, Cao Han realized that he was definitely going to make a profit.

You can get a maid for free without having to pay anything.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but subconsciously look at the girl on the bed who looked like Sleeping Beauty. She was definitely a Western beauty who could be fully accepted by Eastern aesthetics.

She's only fifteen years old this year and hasn't fully developed yet, so she can only be considered a beauty in the making.

“No problem, I agree!” Cao Han readily agreed.

When faced with such a good thing that comes knocking on your door, being coy and hesitant will only make you seem too pretentious; it's better to be genuine.

"Good good!"

The title "Beowulf" is both an honor and a constraint and responsibility, preventing Beowulf from doting on his younger generation like a normal great-grandfather.

He could certainly do that, but if the order were set by those above, the long-standing tradition of the dragon-blooded family would be destroyed.

"Can this really save my sister?" This was the first time Lilia had ever heard of such a magical thing as a subordinate contract within a family, but that didn't stop her from having a profound doubt about it.

Silence fell over the room for a moment.

The same applies to Beowulf, who proposed this plan; he even only deciphered the so-called subordinate contract's function little by little during the process of excavating the dragon ruins.

Lilia shook Beowulf's not-so-strong arm vigorously. "Grandpa~ there must be another way to save my sister, right? I don't want my sister to become this bastard's servant!"

Beowulf was once as strong and robust as Angers and Finger, but time waits for no man, and the constant consumption of dragon blood crystals has eroded his body.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could live. Perhaps it would be two more battles with the dragons, or perhaps just one. Who knew?

Lilia and Lilith's parents died many years ago in a battle against the dragons.

Beowulf's idea was simple: to ensure the continuation of his family line.

There are quite a few mixed-race people with excellent bloodlines in this world. The reason for choosing Cao Han instead of others is not only because of his truly unprecedented excellent bloodline, but also because it is a kind of early bet on the "future".

Despite their differing ideologies, he firmly believed that humanity would ultimately survive the final battle against the dragons, and that Cao Han was definitely the "key" to victory.

"Nonsense!"

"Do you think this is child's play? And you disagree? I've already made up my mind, and no one can change it." Beowulf scolded the little girl without turning his head.

He could understand Lilia's feelings for her sister, but he couldn't indulge her whims, especially when it came to matters concerning Lilith's life.

"Monta".

"Master, what are your orders?" Monta's deep voice came from outside the room.

"Come in and take Lilia away."

"No! I want to stay here with my sister!" Lilia clung tightly to Beowulf's arm, pleading with a sob in her voice.

The patriarch's orders are not to be questioned!

Monta meticulously carried out Beowulf's orders, slowly leading the helpless Lilia down to the first floor.

In fact, this three-story villa was built by the family specifically for the two sisters.

The first floor is a common area, containing a living room, dining room, kitchen, and the like.

The second and third floors are the living areas chosen by Lilith and Lilia, respectively.

"Monta, am I your lady?"

"Yes."

"So, are you going to listen to me or not?"

"listen."

"Fine! Since you put it that way, help me kick that bastard Cao Han out of our Beowulf. I don't want him to sign any subordination contract with my sister."

"..."

Faced with Lilia's clearly spiteful order, Monta, who was already used to it, stood behind her like an iron tower, true to his name, without uttering a word, responding in silence.

He understood that Lilia was just temporarily angry and couldn't accept it.

Once she calms down, she doesn't need anyone to persuade her; she can figure things out on her own.

Beowulf's affection for Lilith was no less than that for Lilia, and he would not have resorted to the subservient contract method if there had been even the slightest other possibility.

Thinking of this, Monta couldn't help but recall memories of another lady, Lilith Beowulf.

She was such a cheerful girl, always with a smile on her face, and always so kind to everyone in the family...

In a family filled with iron-fisted cruelty, she was an absolute "outlier," but Lilith silenced all the doubters with her talent and strength!

The phrase "a genius is envied by heaven" perfectly encapsulates Lilith's fate.

"Cao Han, you've come a long way since graduating, haven't you? Do you need to rest for a bit first? We're ready to sign a subordination contract anytime you're ready."

"I'm not tired, let's get started."

Cao Han could easily tell that Beowulf had already prepared the so-called contract before he arrived, and that everything was ready except for the final step.

Didn't the other party consider the possibility that they might refuse?

As soon as the thought crossed Cao Han's mind, he chuckled at his own naive idea. No normal person would refuse such a good thing that was offered to them for free.

Cao Han's imagined contract: a rolled-up sheepskin scroll, brimming with mystery.

A real-world contract: a stone slab larger than the room itself, covered with a jumble of lines, grooves, and celestial symbols, exuding a wild and primitive feel.

Regardless, it was a small oversight—it opened my eyes.

I never imagined that the world of dragons would contain something like this, something I'd only ever seen in novels.

"I have a feeling that alchemy is the biggest bug in this world!" Cao Han muttered in a voice that no one else could hear, then turned to Beowulf and asked, "How do we use such a large alchemical tablet?"

Most of the alchemical arrays in the alchemical weapons commonly used by hybrids are activated by the power of dragon blood, while a small number of more ferocious ones require blood sacrifice to achieve their maximum effect.

I just don't know if the alchemy slab is the same.

"Blood sacrifice!"

Two cold words came out of Beowulf's mouth, and the next second he pointed to the groove of the alchemical array on the alchemical slab, "The way for both parties to sign a subordination contract is very simple."

Do you see those grooves on the stone slab? The contract is complete once your blood fills those grooves and finally meets at the center.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Upon hearing this, Cao Han's face turned even blacker than the bottom of a pot.

To achieve what Beowulf said, wouldn't we have to drain all the blood from this huge stone slab in the room?

As expected, there's no such thing as a free lunch. And even if there were, there might be... poison hidden inside!

Chapter 147 Brother Cao Han~

"Young man, I know there's an idiom in your hometown called 'a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold.' A real man wouldn't back down at the slightest difficulty, would he?"

The shrewd and experienced Beowulf immediately saw through Cao Han's thoughts. In fact, he had similar thoughts when he learned about the requirements for signing a subordinate contract.

It's only human nature, but that didn't stop him from glaring at the latter and provoking him.

Not to mention Beowulf, even the core members of the Beowulf family who came to the scene looked at Cao Han with the same predatory gaze.

Such synchronized movements are truly rare, and also reflect Lilith Beowulf's status within the family.

At the tender age of fourteen or fifteen, she had already won the full approval of her family.

Even the taciturn Monta subconsciously clenched his fists, as if he would be the first to rush forward and fight if Cao Han managed to squeeze out even half a "no".

"Senior, you have a wonderful great-granddaughter!"

"Of course!" Beowulf felt genuinely proud, but he became a little discouraged before he could even last a second.

Because he realized that once the contract was reached, his most beloved great-granddaughter Lilith would have to leave, his gaze toward Cao Han was now scrutinizing, as if he were looking at the "yellow-haired guy" who had abducted his great-granddaughter.

"Master, everything is ready."

"Ok."

Unlike her younger sister Lilia, who needs Monta's close protection, the older sister Lilith, who is exceptionally strong at a young age, only has a personal maid to take care of her daily needs.

The maid carried Lilith in a princess carry and laid her flat on the alchemy slab representing the "subject" side.

Considering that Lilith had fallen into a coma due to the backlash of the dragon blood, the maid placed her fair wrist precisely in the position of the bloodletting groove, and held a gleaming pure silver knife in her hand.

The moment the contract officially begins, she will use a silver knife to slash Miss Lilith's wrist.

The alchemical contract was ready in every way, except for the crucial element of "Cao Han".

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Cao Han had nothing to say. He followed suit and walked to the symmetrical position on the other side, then sat down cross-legged.

"Young man, you look like a gentleman with good manners. You shouldn't want to let a lady bleed so much."

Cao Han was both amused and annoyed that Beowulf, even at this point, still tried to morally blackmail him.

The thought that she was the one who would ultimately benefit from the situation made her behave herself, but she still retorted defiantly, "Even without you telling me, old man, I will take good care of my future maid!"

Cao Han emphasized the word "maid" at the end.

Enraged, Beowulf instantly flew into a rage, instinctively about to unleash a torrent of abuse on the young man before him who showed no respect for his elders...

呲——

Cao Han's ruthlessness and decisiveness sent a chill down the spines of many present. With lightning speed, they grabbed a similar silver dagger from the side and slashed the carotid artery in their wrists.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible after the first cut.

The bleeding at that moment was no longer just spurting blood, but gushing out like a fountain.

What impressed many people present the most was that Cao Hanlian's expression remained completely unchanged throughout the entire process, with only a slight furrow of his brow.

Those who didn't know the reason mistakenly thought he was frowning because of the pain from the wound on his wrist, but in fact he was frowning because he was trying his best to suppress his body's recovery ability.