"Since Zambit repeats this nightmare every week after that, I don't think we need to waste any more precious time. Alfie suggested.

"Just what I want! After experiencing the deliciousness of using the black dragon's abilities unscrupulously, I can't wait to break the dragon seal and regain the black dragon's body!"

"Then find a suitable opportunity to free Zambit from the illusion. Be careful, in order to ensure that our nightmare punishment plan is not detected by Zambit, it is best not to let him find out that he has been tricked by illusion. Alfie reminded.

"Don't worry, I'm good at this. Didn't I just take advantage of the moment he hit the transparent barrier to pull him into the illusion?"

"One more thing, we'll negotiate with him in the name of Dearknight in a moment. If you let him know that this is my spirit, it is difficult to guarantee that his death spirit will not recur and ruin your good deeds. You know, Zambit has always taken pleasure in going against me. Alfie gave a reason that Dear Knight couldn't refuse.

"Why do I think you're afraid of Zambit's revenge?" Dear Knight thought that Alfie was using him as a gunman.

"Hehe, you can ask Zambit to confirm when he took advantage of me?" Alfie said proudly. The crushing IQ is enough to make him invincible in the "fight" with Zambit.

"Then let's do it!" Dear Knight didn't want to waste any more time on such a trivial matter, anyway, as long as he could reclaim the black dragon's body, he didn't believe that Zambit still had the courage to find revenge.

"You can get started. Alfie duly ceded some control of the spirit to Dearknight.

Poor Zambit was now in the midst of a new round of beatings in his vision, and the physical pain made him begin to become in a trance, and he couldn't remember the first time he had been healed by the cold man's healing spell, and then he was severely injured.

Such a cycle made Zambit feel numb in despair, and under the control of the other party's body binding technique, he could not even command a little finger, let alone open his mouth to beg for mercy, and could only accept his fate to pay the price for his previous death.

The unchanging cycle finally changed a little this time, and the cold man who had been beating him in a muffled voice suddenly said coldly when he finally punched him in the face: "Remember this lesson, troll! Dearnet's anger is not something your small body can bear!"

'Nani?Dearnet?Isn't that the Black Dragon?, well, I finally know why this is happening. After realizing that the person who beat him was the previous sufferer, Dear Knight, Zambit fainted with relief after receiving the punch. He had given up completely.

"Huh, why don't you continue?" After the familiar healing spell, the expected assault did not appear, and Zambit opened his eyes in surprise.

"Troll, do you want to live?" said Dearnett, controlling Alfie's spirit, arrogantly speaking, domineering was definitely a good thing for him to master.

"Will you let me go?" Zambit subconsciously wiped the blood that didn't exist at the corner of his mouth.

"If you do one thing for me, you may be able to redeem your humble soul. Dearknight said condescendingly.

"What's the matter?" Zambit asked tentatively, though he knew it wasn't going to be that simple.

"Help me collect the Dark Dragon Flame. ”

Collecting the Dark Dragon Flame?Isn't that the same as his original purpose?...... Zambit stole a glance into the sky, where the massive black dragon was still hovering.

So the Dear Knight in front of her is actually the soul of the black dragon, that is, Miss Tenel? Zambit was quick to come to such a conclusion.

Where did Dear Knight think that just a few words would make the troll warrior with a big brain wonder where to go, and the next god unfolding made Dear Knight feel that the punishment he had just given Zambit was too light.

I saw the troll warrior quickly get up from the ground, kneel on one knee and make a marriage proposal, look at Dearnet with sparkling eyes, and say affectionately: "Zambit is willing to serve you." When this is done, I wonder if Miss Tennell will give me a fragrant kiss as a reward?"

If Alfie hadn't snatched back control of the spirit in time, Dear Knight would definitely have a footprint on Zambit's flattering face, and if there is a hierarchy of death-making talents, Zambit is definitely the top of the top.

"You want my fragrant kiss, no problem, as long as you can help me collect enough dark dragon flames to break the dragon's seal, and when I regain the black dragon's body, I will definitely let you kiss enough!" Alfie promised with a forced smile. He believed that this level of commitment would be enough to trick Zambit into serving him with all his heart.

Sure enough, after listening to his promise, the Troll Warrior immediately jumped up from the ground like a chicken blood, and said to him with excitement on his face: "What I need to do, please do my best, I promise to do my best to complete the task!"

"Great. But I remind you, I appreciate people who keep their promises the most, don't retreat when you encounter a little difficulty~" Alfie chuckled and took out the energy gathering disk that had been prepared for a long time.

......

"Miss Tenel, will your plan succeed?" Zambit asked worriedly, seeing Alfie strapped to him all over him. This feeling looks like I'm going to use him as a live target.

"I'm in the form of Dilknight now, please call me Dilknight!" Alfie's face darkened, even though he was now a spirit, he had always been called Tenael by Zambit, and he always felt very uncomfortable.

"Yes, Miss Tenel. Zambit agreed.

Alfie rolled her eyes, the dead Zambit was completely hopeless!

"Alright!" said Alfie clapping his hands after attaching the last disc to Zambit's body, making sure that every inch of his skin was covered by the disk. At this time, the Troll Warrior has an extremely strange appearance, looking like a strange person covered in discs.

"Miss Tennell, with all due respect. With the way I am dressed now, I'm afraid that as soon as I appear in front of the black dragon, as long as he is not an idiot, he will immediately understand what my idea is. In this case, I guess he won't spit out the Dark Dragon Flame as we would like, right?" Zambit asked with a wry smile.

"Don't worry. Don't forget that I'm a master of illusion, and I can definitely put a proper disguise on you so that the black dragon can't see the concentrating disk on you. Alfie waved her hand confidently, and Dear Knightt suddenly comprehended and added a layer of illusion to Zambit.