Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"Has the blood writing on the note changed?"

Morris exclaimed as he watched the scene emerging in the mirror.

Seeing this, the darkness that had clouded Rhein's face vanished.

It was replaced by a barely concealed smirk.

Indeed, the autonomous consciousness of the greed magic box was not something those clownish Deadly Demon Dolls could compare to.

Lynn, oh Lynn, it was your arrogance that doomed you.

Once the trade was deemed successful by the greed magic box, its priority surpassed the rules of the Deadly Demon Dolls and was no longer affected by the prohibition of supernatural phenomena.

At this moment, Lynn faced a dead end.

Either release enough fresh blood to satisfy the box or beg the Princess for help.

If he chose the former, then I am sorry.

"The greed magic box" was named so because its greed knew no bounds.

Only by squeezing out every last drop of his bones and blood could the ordeal end.

As for the latter, that was the scenario Rhein preferred to see.

The Princess seemed to value this clever fellow greatly, though he didn't know what had transpired between the two, but it surely was a bad signal for the Augusta Family.

Thus, once Lynn chose the latter, it would greatly diminish the trust the Princess had in him, possibly even abandoning him completely.

This time, I have won.

Rhein finally found his footing against Lynn, seeming to regain his usual haughtiness.

"Morris, you are the fastest. Prepare to notify the Princess and let her clean up the mess," he commanded indifferently.

While watching the dramatically changed demeanor of Rhein within a few seconds, Milani pursed her lips.

This guy seemed to have developed some sort of delusion that he was capable again?

"Wait a minute, what... what has he done?!"

At that moment, Morris, who had been staring at the mirror, exclaimed in a somewhat exaggerated tone.

...

Interesting.

Staring at the fresh blood writing on the note, Lynn rubbed his chin while pondering.

According to the patterns summarized before, a trade with this thing must be completed within a minute.

Otherwise, it would forcibly take payment without giving anything in return.

Moreover, the magic box would raise its demands with each transaction, yet the Gold Coin remained singular throughout.

Thinking about it, the initial trade of a drop of blood for a Gold Coin was undoubtedly a lure, making one feel like they had struck a great bargain.

But little did they know, they had fallen into a trap.

Pondering this, Lynn pulled a thin wire from the seam of his sleeve cuff.

Having learned his lesson from being handcuffed previously, Lynn had since made it a habit to always carry a wire in his sleeve for emergencies.

Staring at the sharp wire, Lynn didn't use it to pierce his forefinger.

After all, he had never been one to play by the rules or listen to some decrepit box.

Feeling time ticking away, Lynn hesitated no longer.

He held the wire like a pen between his fingers, dipped in the fresh blood the doll had recently shed, and began to write on the note.

"Give me two Gold Coins, and I will give you a drop of Lynn Bartleion's fresh blood."

Lynn wrote so.

After doing all this, he put the note back in the box, as only then would it be considered a complete process.

Then Lynn squinted, silently watching the box.

After all, the cost this time was just a drop of blood, even if the magic box tried to forcefully take it, it wouldn't cause any loss.

Then why not try?

Moments later, under Lynn's watchful eye, indeed, something changed.

With the disappearance of two lines of blood writing, a new line emerged.

"Give me three drops of Lynn Bartleion's fresh blood, I will give you two Gold Coins."

Success.

Looking at the blood writing on the note, Lynn revealed a profound smile.

This thing indeed possessed immense intelligence, not inferior to humans.

And since this was a bargain, it was naturally possible to negotiate.

Thus, the box's offer impressively changed from one Gold Coin to two.

However, at the same time, its demand for blood also increased.

All in all, it's a creature unwilling to face loss.

Such a greedy fellow.

Lynn calculated the time.

At this point, the initial minute deadline was long past, yet the magic box hadn't tried to take any blood from him.

Could it be that negotiations like bargaining didn't count towards the time limit?

Lynn pondered.

So he continued to write on the note, "Give me four Gold Coins, I will give you three drops of Lynn Bartleion's fresh blood."

Soon, the blood writing reappeared.

"Give me five drops of Lynn Bartleion's fresh blood, I will give you four Gold Coins."

Lynn didn't give in.

"Give me six Gold Coins, I will give you five drops of Lynn Bartleion's fresh blood."

Thus, the pair seemed to have fallen into some strange and wonderful balance.

With one line of blood writing after another being written on the note, the stakes between them grew ever larger.

It seemed as though he could write infinitely without paying any cost, potentially in an eternal loop with the magic box.

Of course, there would come a day when this would backfire.

After all, Lynn was not a machine, and he could not keep on writing forever.

Once he stopped, the wooden box would default to a successful transaction and forcibly collect.

By then, the price might have already accumulated to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of drops of blood, which was far more than Lynn could afford.

Upon this realization, another speculation formed in Lynn's mind.

Why was this box continuously demanding blood?

Could it be that the consciousness residing inside needed blood to restore its power and break free?

Lynn felt this speculation was very plausible.

On the other hand, the compensation provided by the wooden box was exactly in Gold Coins of the Saint Laurent Empire, which he also found too coincidental.

If someone from a neighboring country found this box, would it still dispense Saint Laurent Gold Coins?

Or perhaps... the compensation from the box was not limited to Gold Coins?

Thinking this, Lynn suddenly wrote on the paper: "Give me a steam car, and you get eighteen drops of Lynn Bartleion's blood."

This was a significantly uneven trade.

Eighteen drops of Lynn Bartleion's blood were not comparable to the value of a steam car.

He just wanted to see what reaction the wooden box would have.

As expected, this time, his handwriting did not disappear immediately.

It lingered on the slip of paper for a moment, seemingly pondering before it slowly faded away.

"Give me a drop of Lynn Bartleion's blood, and I give you a Gold Coin."

The blood characters emerged once again.

And this time, everything seemed to revert to the beginning.

Was it because the wooden box determined that the transaction could not be completed, so it reset?

After all, based on the size of the box, it was impossible to fit a steam car inside.

Lynn seemed to have a guess.

Then he continued to write: "Give me a smartphone, and give you a drop of Lynn Bartleion's blood."

His blood was also not worth a smartphone.

But unlike the last attempt,

a smartphone could be fitted inside the box.

However, the development of events did not surprise Lynn.

As the blood characters emerged, the transaction was reset once again.

Indeed, things that did not exist in this world could not be materialized.

Lynn silently thought.

Thus, time quickly passed in one attempt after another.

After a long while, he suddenly stretched, straightening his body.

"Pretty much figured it out," Lynn sighed, "it ultimately isn't much fun, making me waste so much time."

"This boring game should end now."

Muttering to himself, Lynn cracked a sinister smile towards the empty room.

There must be someone watching now, right?

If so...

The next second, Lynn pinched the slip of paper he had yet not placed into the wooden box and then showed it in a certain direction.

On it was a new line he had just written,

"Give me a Gold Coin, and I promise you: Rhein Augusta will set you free."

Once put into the wooden box, according to the rules, it would forcibly complete the transaction.

Next, it was time to torment Mr. Rhein.

...

"..."

Morris was sweating profusely, nearly running out of words.

That was too cunning.

Watching Lynn play back and forth with the cycle and the greed magic box, Morris was unusually apprehensive.

Being able to come up with such twisted ideas meant he could play him to death with the same dirty tricks.

Who knows how vindictive this guy is, and whether he would settle scores after autumn.

Meanwhile, Rhein watched the scenario in the mirror silently, seemingly struggling to accept it.

"If I were you, I would go and apologize to him right now," Milani said, curling her lip as she looked at Rhein's pale face.

The two were on entirely different levels; in Lynn's eyes, Rhein was probably just a clown.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Damn it!

Damn it!!!

At this moment, Rhein was filled with rage.

He thought he could have his revenge, but in the end, it turned into a solo performance by that guy.

Rhein could not accept this outcome!

With his arrogant nature, how could he possibly go and apologize to Lynn willingly?

With that thought, a stone-faced Rhein prepared to leave first.

But just then, Lynn in the mirror suddenly revealed a somewhat eerie smile toward their direction.

That smile infuriated Rhein.

What are you so smug about?!

Just as he was about to burst out, he suddenly saw that Lynn was holding a slip of paper.

For some reason, a bad premonition flashed through Rhein's mind.

Under everyone's gaze, Lynn slowly displayed the slip of paper.

Seeing the content on the paper, Milani's expression instantly changed.

"Quick, go call the Princess! If he really puts that slip of paper into the wooden box, it would be terrible!"

"He's trying to release something from the box!!!"