"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.
