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"Bang—!!!"

With a heavy blow, the clerk's head was smashed hard onto the ground. But Mengdie wasn't done yet. She let go of his face, grabbed the clerk’s right arm, and twisted it mercilessly. "Crack!" went the sound, and the clerk's wrist immediately swelled up, clearly dislocated.

"Aah—!"

A scream erupted from the clerk’s throat.

"Does it hurt? Don't worry, it's not over yet. I haven’t properly 'served' you yet, master. Remember what I said earlier? An arm. I'm not one to break my promises."

Mengdie's lips curled into a cold smile. She braced the swollen elbow with her foot, grabbed the clerk's hand, and twisted it back with force! With another "crack", the clerk's arm now hung at an unnatural angle, forming a right angle!

Screams filled the air, but Mengdie's movements never ceased. In her hands, the arm was like a piece of soft clay, continuously twisted, pulled, and bent. She even broke each of his fingers, one by one, bending them backward! Finally, feeling that there was no place left to break on that arm, she stepped on the clerk’s chest, straightened his arm, and spun around like a top! Round and round she went, twisting the arm into a twisted shape, with the sound of muscles tearing and bones shattering. This sight was so horrifying that not only the concerned mercenaries but also the surrounding soldiers and the young man with his attendant were left in disbelief...

The screaming stopped.

A heavy silence fell over the entire camp...

Mengdie snorted coldly and let go of the limp arm. She bent down, picked up the pocket watch from the clerk's waist, weighed it in her hand, and put it in her pocket. Then, she walked towards the soldiers.

The soldiers shuddered and instinctively cleared a path for her. Mengdie seemed quite pleased with this and smiled warmly at the soldiers, "Now, can these people be released?"

The soldiers exchanged glances and simultaneously withdrew their spears. Mengdie nodded, turned away without paying attention to the astonished gazes of the young mercenaries, and shouted loudly, "It seems the clerk can no longer process my registration. Who can take his place?"

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Silence fell over the crowd.

Mengdie frowned and asked again—

"Hey! Can someone help me with the registration?"

"I'll help you."

Just when no one dared to respond, a young man with blonde hair walked into the practice field. To Mengdie's surprise, the surrounding soldiers and mercenaries immediately showed respect to this young man. Judging from his armor and the silver moon emblem on his sword hilt, he seemed to be someone of high status, perhaps a royal knight.

The blonde young man approached, his hand, which was initially resting on the hilt of his sword, slowly dropped. He stood respectfully in front of Mengdie. He was about 1.8 meters tall, annoyingly a height Mengdie would normally be able to look straight at, but now she had to look up. It was somewhat frustrating.

Despite her frustration, Mengdie appreciated that his expression was focused, and his eyes showed only a slight surprise without the lewd gaze of the others.

"Miss, please come this way to register." With the clerk taken to the infirmary, the blonde young man took his place at the desk, respectfully placed a pen in front of Mengdie, pointed at the registration form, and gestured for her to proceed.

Finally, she could register and get paid! Mengdie happily approached, picked up the form and pen, and enthusiastically... stared at it...

"Drip... drip... drip..."

After ten minutes, Mengdie still hadn’t written a word. Her posture holding the form intrigued the onlookers, especially the young man. After two more minutes of waiting, he finally asked, "Is there something wrong?"

At his question, Mengdie's face suddenly turned red! She scratched her long hair with the pen in her hand, eventually putting down the paper and pen, and said in a small, embarrassed voice, "I... I can't read... Can you fill it out for me..."

Everyone was astonished again! Their gazes fixed on the blushing girl, sizing her up. Within a minute, everyone had formed a completely wrong idea about Mengdie—

Could this girl actually be quite clueless?

The blonde young man also seemed to come to this conclusion, but he was so captivated by Mengdie's shy demeanor that he couldn’t look away until she noticed his gaze and shifted from shyness to anger. He finally collected himself, picked up the pen and paper.

"No problem if you can't read. Miss, what's your name?"

"Don't call me miss, my name is Mengdie."

"Meng... Mengdie???" Clearly, he was unfamiliar with the pronunciation of these two Chinese characters.

"Never mind! Write whatever you want! Dream Butterfly or Fantasy Butterfly, it's just registration! Anyway, that's my alias, you can write whatever!"

"Alias???" The young man seemed even more puzzled. But after thinking for a while, he started writing, combining the words "Dream" and "Butterfly" in a more secure way and filled in the name field.

"Alright, Mengdie, right? May I ask your age?"

"I told you! Don't call me miss!!!" Mengdie was getting angry.

The young man frowned slightly, hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "Then... Mengdie... Is it too familiar to call you by your name directly...?"

"You—said—what—?!"

"No, no, no! Alright... alright, Mengdie. Your age?"

"20."

This number surprised everyone around her again. No matter how they looked at this girl, she didn't seem older than 16. How could she be 20? After all, girls usually want others to think they're younger. But she seemed completely unconcerned, even claiming to be older?

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