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Seeing the young man come to a halt, the noble young master’s tense nerves began to relax. He reclined on the carpet, taking heavy breaths.

Davies showed no urgency in his approach, allowing a few minutes to pass before noticing the young man’s diminished panting. He spoke, his tone calm, “So, you’re saying that if I release you, you’ll offer me everything within your means?”

“Yes! ” the aristocratic young master readily agreed, eager to rid himself of this terrifying youth as soon as possible.

Concerned that his words might not be convincing enough, the noble young master reiterated, “I assure you, I will immediately provide you with anything I possess or can acquire.”

“Let me contemplate…” Davies mused as he strolled, deep in thought. He felt compelled to request something from the noble young master as a display of his seriousness.

In the inherited memories, it was mentioned that humans often experienced deep emotional distress when their cherished possessions were taken away. The act of depriving humans of their belongings could leave a lasting psychological impact.

Davies turned around, examining the noble young master lying on the ground. In truth, this individual could be considered quite wicked. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to inflict a slight psychological trauma on him, he pondered.

“What is your most treasured possession?” he inquired.

The young master hesitated, momentarily caught off guard. He believed the young man sought his most valuable item. “It’s a ruby sword, a family heirloom. Legend has it that this very blade once vanquished an ancient evil dragon..

As the rarest Multi-Feathered Butterfly among the Zergs, Davies possessed a unique ability to detect falsehoods. Upon hearing the man’s response, he immediately discerned that while the man was not lying, he wasn’t fully disclosing the truth either. Davies furrowed his brow in dissatisfaction.

Perceiving the young master’s frown, fear washed over him, making it difficult for him to articulate his words. “I, uh, also have a collection of mermaid figurines and elven artifacts…”

Davies cocked his head, surprised by the young man’s affinity for mermaids and elves. He hadn’t anticipated this timid individual to possess such a penchant for the romantic and fantastical.

Wasn’t he apprehensive about the mermaid’s potential wrath, tearing him apart? Moreover, elves were not to be trifled with. The potions they casually possessed could inadvertently prove fatal to him.

However, Davies had momentarily forgotten that the mermaids and elves were under the control of the man, thanks to the loyalty potion.

“I want both the mermaid and the elf, along with the sword,” Davies declared firmly.

The man pleaded, unwilling to relinquish both. “This… Could you at least leave one of them for me?”

Davies stared at him, unyielding. “No.”

“Then please follow me,” the man reluctantly conceded through gritted teeth.

Davies trailed behind the man as they departed from his opulent abode and made their way to a decrepit three-story building.

Davies had anticipated the interior of the modest structure to be as dilapidated as its exterior, but to his surprise, the inside was even more lavish than the man’s previous residence.

“You’re quite generous,” Davies commented, astonished by the fact that the dwelling he had constructed for his supposed pets surpassed the quality of his own home.

However, even as the young man commended him for his generosity, there was no joy evident on his face. Instead, his expression deepened with worry. “Don’t taunt me. You’re about to take them away. No matter how well this building is renovated, it’s futile.”

Davies nodded in understanding. “You’re right. It is a pity.”

The noble young master had hoped his words would elicit sympathy from the young man. However, it was clear that the young man had no intention of granting him any respite. Thus, with gritted teeth, he pressed on, leading the way to the room where the mermaids and elves were held captive.

The ground floor of the building comprised of a living room and several uninhabited chambers, while the mermaids and elves resided on the upper level.

The noble young master guided Davies to the elf’s quarters. As they approached the room, he unlocked it using an iris recognition system, prompting the door to swing open instantly.

As Davies entered the room, his attention was immediately drawn to the massive bookcase positioned before him. Strewn across the carpet in front of the bookcase were various books, creating a disarrayed scene. Amidst this literary chaos sat a golden-haired elf with pointed ears, engrossed in a thick tome.

“Eric, I’ve come to see you!” announced the noble young master, his voice breaking the elf’s concentration as she redirected her gaze toward the door.

In that brief moment, as the elf’s eyes shifted, Davies could sense her profound disdain for the young master. Her attention swiftly shifted from him, a familiar face, to Davies, a stranger in their midst.

Unperturbed by the young master’s potential dissatisfaction with his audacious behavior, the elf focused solely on Davies and queried, “Who is he?”