The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 25

From a competitor's point of view, Ost couldn't wait for Fingohear to give hurry up and die into the grave, so that he would have more of an advantage than he did when he first arrived, both with Odin's little emperor and with Marianne.

"You hate me." Fingoshir was cranky, but he wasn't a mood monster with an empty brain, "If you weren't locked up here, you'd kill me."

Fingohill doesn't care about Snow in the same cell because the latter's brain is so pitted that unless you actively attack him or Marianne shows up in the cell, you won't respond even if you ride your face at him with insults, given his brain capacity.

Ost is a different story, though.

Even if Fingoshir lived for another hundred years, it would be very difficult for him to win over Oster in a heart-to-heart competition. The cold violence commonly used by the Mori Elves and the Gray Elves was not even a trivial matter compared to the conspiracy and poisonous murder in the Drow society.

"Isn't it only natural that I hate you?" Oster found it really tiring to talk to Fingosil, but on the other hand, it was a good thing: "You and I were destined to be competitors the moment we became slaves."

Oster bent his knees and looked at Figoshir, disdain on his brows and lips, "The resources of the earth can only supply creatures under a certain amount, behind the pampered favorites are tens of thousands of oppressed people."

"People have limited energy and favor, and those who have been coaxed into growing up don't have much patience to coax others." Oster didn't seem to regard Fingoshir as a comparable opponent, or rather, he felt that no amount of talking to Fingoshir could change the other party's established arrogant character: "Coaxing someone occasionally is called affection, but letting the other party coax you all the time is called not knowing what's good for you."

Oster is a top green tea that has been whacked by the Zorro society, if it comes to competing for favor, he has the certainty of charming a world-weary human girl to the core, just ......

"If the two of us dare to get into an argument here, nine times out of ten, we'll be subdued on the spot by Snow." Sensing and obeying the strong was the instinct of the Drow Elves. Even though in terms of appearance, Snow could be described as harmless, Oster's intuition honed from assassinations told him that if it came to a real fight, he and Fingoshir together would not be able to win against Snow, who fought based on her senses.

Besides, to Marianne, Snow is more important than Oster and Fingershire combined.

"For the sake of our future, let's make peace for now!" Oster didn't know when Marianne's people would come, so he wanted to leave behind the energy to think of a countermeasure. However, shortly after he and Fingoshir ended their conversation, a person came to the dungeon.

Unlike Marianne, who was accompanied by a jailer when entering and exiting, this time the visitor wore an ankle-length black robe, carried an oil lamp made of unknown bone or metal, and had settled in front of Oster and the others' iron bars before anyone could react.

"Are you the only slaves Marianne brought back?" The visitor removed his hood, revealing a mutilated face.

Oster noticed that the other man's right eye and left hand had been replaced by prosthetics, and even his voice was an unpleasant mechanical tone.

"Is this guy a ...... human?" Figoshir had never seen a human like this before, but Oster was able to tell from the other party.

"You're a necromancer?" Aside from the madmen who sought the truth, Oster couldn't imagine anyone else who would be crazy enough to trade a part of their body for the chance to learn the true meaning of death.

Hearing Oster's words, the visitor pulled his half-dangling left eyelid with great difficulty. Because of the long hours of staying up all night, the dark circles under his eyes were so severe that it was as if he was wearing heavy makeup, "Ah! It's Drell!"

The visitor lowered the hand that was pulling his eyelids and changed back to that lifeless look, "My research on Zor is over, as for that hybrid Mori Elf ......"

The scarlet prosthetic eye turned to Fingoshir, gathering information on Fingoshir's physique in just a single glance.

"It looks like the Gray Elf's bloodline doesn't improve the Sen Elf's weakling physique, and it doesn't even compare to the mixed blood of a Sen Elf and an Orc." Although the visitor's tone was matter-of-fact, the words he uttered were nevertheless irritating.

At least Fingoshir, who was being judged by the other party, couldn't help but say, "You can personally experience whether I have a weak chicken physique or not."

"Hmm? Why would I want to verify something that's obvious at a glance?" If Snow couldn't understand people because of a birth defect, the visitor was a natural asshole who didn't bother to care about other people's emotions, "And watch the tone of your voice when you talk to me, elf boy."

The visitor was clearly accusing Fingoshir, but no anger could be heard from his tone, "As far as age is concerned, I may be a hundred years older than you, but don't expect me to preach to you about honoring the old and loving the young."

After a brief moment of chatter, the visitor produced a badge and stamped it on the stone lock next to the bars.

Those iron bars that trapped Oster and the others disappeared in place along with a halo of light, as if they were disintegrated in mid-air by some force.

"This disposable key doesn't have a long statute of limitations, so you guys hurry up and come out." The visitor urged, "I still have magic potion simmering in my workshop! So gotta hurry back."

Ost and Fingosilka leave the cell before the bars are restored.

The latter, however, rushed to the next cell the moment he stepped out of it, and then asked the visitor, "Can't you take my sister and the girls with you?"

The visitor didn't even bother to give him a look, "Don't say such nonsense that already has an answer."

Fingolfsil pursed his lips and could only scramble to give a few words of explanation to his sister.

On the other hand, Oyster, who was still in his cage, turned his attention to Snowy and tentatively asked his visitor, "Not taking Snowy with you?"

The visitor, who was already a bit impatient, glanced at Snowy reluctantly, with more spirit than just a moment ago, "I'd take him with me, but Marianne, that little bastard, loves him so much that she won't let me do it."

Oster watched the visitor's expression carefully and realized that his attitude towards Marianne was intriguing; he clearly had a tone of disrespect, but in his actions, he was honestly following Marianne's orders.

[This guy is definitely Marianne's inner circle, just like Abigail].

Oster touched the collar around his neck and guessed that this visitor might have a special contractual connection with Marianne or, like Abigail, was a special talent who first served Marianne and even the royal family of the Grand Duchy of Norsca.

However, looking at the visitor's previous behavior and the information he revealed, Oster was more inclined to the first guess.

"By the way, since Marianne handed you guys over to me for the time being, you can call me Doctor!" The visitor didn't remember to introduce himself until he brought them out of the dungeon, "Anyway, that's the pronoun Marianne gave me, and I think it's pretty good."

"You have a very unusual relationship with your master, Doctor!" Ost noticed that the Doctor had not only put his hood back on after leaving the dungeon, but had covered his exposed skin quite tightly with a beak mask and gloves.

"How can I put it? For some reason I sold myself to Marianne," the Doctor had no desire at all to hide his relationship with Marianne, "and that's the big difference between me and you guys."