Crown of Chaos

Under the eaves, Aaron and the bald singer sat opposite each other.

"Well, they're all cheap souls."

The bald singer complained: "I told you that I need some orcs, but you don't have live orcs for me now, and you don't have high-quality orc souls. Look at what you gave me. These souls are even It cannot be transformed into a little devil, and at most it can only be condensed into some soul coins."

"That's all." Aaron said to the bald singer with great interest: "You must not only be looking for me, right? How many orc slaves have you obtained from Ms. Raul?"

"Oh, you know very well." The bald singer fiddled with the strings. He opened his mouth and sipped the coffee elegantly: "500, based on 10 gold coins for an orc, I can only give her 5000, 5000 gold coins."

"Why do the drow need so many orcs? There are no cotton fields in the Underdark."

Aaron leaned on the back of the chair with his fingers clasped together. He was very interested in this businessman from hell. He could not see the evil of hell in him. Instead, he was as elegant and sincere as a noble, and he still had a philistine atmosphere in his bones. He is more like the gentle financial sons in Aaron's previous life who were operating on Wall Street and stirring up troubles, rather than the kind of devil in hell who used conspiracy and trickery in endless sequences to climb the ranks and eventually became a big devil.

"Who knows, we always strive to meet customers' requirements without inquiring into customers' privacy. This has always been my creed." The bald singer played with the soul Aaron gave him, and the hell merchant blew on the coffee. Bai Yan shook his head: "But I can only give you 2,000 gold coins."

Almost all the orc souls in the two totem poles were devoured by Khorne, and what was left were some scraps. These scraps could not be condensed to give birth to little devils, but could only make some soul coins.

Soul coins are the common currency in the Nine Hells.

"Then the deal is concluded." The bald singer took away the souls that Khorne didn't like, and a money bag suddenly appeared in his hand, which contained 2,000 coins from Amn. Amn's currency is called "Dante", its value is equal to Cormyr's Golden Dragon Coin, and its quality is very similar: "I think this is a very good start for us, Lord Salian."

"I don't like doing business with the devil." Aaron hesitated, then took the coin bag from the bald singer. He thought for a moment and somewhat understood what the devil businessman meant: "Unless, you want Establish long-term, stable trade relationships?”

"Correct!" The bald singer snapped his fingers: "We seem to be incompatible, but you gave me a big surprise, a very, very big surprise. In the long run, I am very willing to maintain a business relationship with you."

"What surprise?" Aaron thought about the devil's thoughts. Devils are always cunning and greedy, playing with contracts wantonly, and hiding conspiracies in every word. But devils are lawful evil existences. They have their own rules of conduct, and Always with a clear purpose.

The difference between a demon and a devil is huge.

The devil of the abyss wishes to destroy the world; the devil wishes to conquer it.

Demons act on instinct. Even demons with long-term ambitions are easily distracted from their goals.

The devil likes to think, plan, and then think over and over again, and finally take action when the external environment can bring him the greatest advantage.

Demons will fight fervently to the death.

As for devils, although they also enjoy the beauty of violence, they will measure the gains and losses of battle in a more utilitarian manner. When the risks exceed the rewards, they will not hesitate to withdraw from any conflict.

The devils believe that the only value of the contract is to tear it up, and the devils value the contract very much. They are not saying that they will never tear up the contract, but the risk of breach of contract and liquidated damages brought about by tearing up the contract will make the devils think twice and cautiously. .

So, this hell businessman must have his reasons for taking himself so seriously.

"You are still very weak now." The bald singer added sugar cubes to the coffee with a silver spoon. He sniffed the aroma of the coffee gracefully: "We still need to build a friendship. I am waiting for you to enter the legendary realm. "

"Friendship? Devils can still have friendship?" Aaron smiled: "A brand new hell joke, I remember it. To be honest, Mr. Singer, you don't look like a devil. I think you are more like Am or The Merchant Prince of Baldur’s Gate.”

"Pfft~ Then you must have heard a saying, making the right friends is far better than temporary wealth." The bald singer took a sip of coffee and put down the mug: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I will Coming with a mission, our dear Lord Mammon asked me to come to the mortal world to purchase a batch of silver lotion. As the manufacturer, you must still have some in stock, right?"

Silver lotion?

Isn't it? This thing hasn't been officially sold yet, and its reputation has gone to hell?

"Hells also like this thing?" Aaron became interested. He was very interested in the ecology and social structure of the Nine Hells. He didn't know much about it before.

"Oh, please, devils also have their own social class and social structure, and the great devils also have their own ladies." The bald singer smiled strangely: "Our dear great lord not only wants to get something for his wife, but also I was thinking of sending it to the sixth floor to present a batch of goods to our Lady Gracia."

"Mrs. Gracia even shouted that whoever can get a batch of silver lotion can be promoted."

"So, I'm here, do you have the goods? I need it urgently, and the price is negotiable." The bald singer's eyes flashed: "If possible, I am willing to sign a formal trade agreement with you, and you can give me the general agent of hell. , I can give a higher purchase price than the mortal world."

"Some time ago, the change of lord of Avernus was good news for us. The new lord is more stupid than the previous Bayer. She does not understand the importance of trade and focuses all her energy on bloody battles."

"We can even sell things to the Abyss and other crystal wall systems. Red Shroud? Malcanthet? Sigil City? I can't wait."

The bald singer's amber eyes only contained the symbol of money, he was fanatical and cruel.

He is such a greedy man.

"You really look like a businessman, Mr. Singer." Aaron thought about why I met such a strange devil. He thought about it and felt that there seemed to be no reason to refuse, so he took out several exquisite little ones from his body. Fang Box: "I only have these on hand. I'll give them to you first."

"Very good, how much does it cost?" The bald singer immediately took it and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Free." Aaron smiled.

"Free?!" The hell merchant finally showed a surprised expression.

"Yes, free." Aaron nodded and said calmly: "Take this back to hell and prove to the big devils that only you have the ability to get this. This is just a trial product, free trial."

The bald singer immediately understood Aaron's idea. He immediately put the small square box into his arms and praised sincerely: "Your Excellency, you are really a genius in business. You know that free is often the most expensive, but are you sure? These small square boxes are worth a lot of money, do you really want to give them to me for free?"

"Making the right friends is far better than temporary wealth." Aaron repeated the devil merchant's motto: "What matters is not the value of the cosmetics, but that you can prove your worth to the big devils."

"Correct, monopoly is the best." The bald singer believed deeply.

Both sides looked at each other and smiled, never going against their will.

"Oh, by the way, I need information about the current status of the Nine Prisons and their respective lords." Aaron put forward his conditions: "I always need to know the specific situation of my trading partners."

Aaron knew that the information about the Bald Singer's Nine Hells would not be entirely true, but it could be used as a reference.

"I know, not this time, but definitely next time." The bald singer sat back down and said, "I'll also give you two pieces of news."

"First, be careful of Bayer. Bayer has some kind of agreement with the descendant of the Lord of Darkness. I can't know what the agreement is, but Bayer is our common enemy in trade, so we must be careful."

Bayer? The former lord of the first level of the Nine Hells? Colluding with Son of God Bane?

Aaron silently remembered the news in his heart: "Where's the second news?"

"Sel's red-robed mage will be particularly interested in your 'astral magic'. If the information is true, they will start taking action soon." The bald singer said the second news: "To Agora Long's invasion did not go smoothly. When they encountered Xinbu, the only thing the red robes could do was lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. They were eager to find a breakthrough point."

Red robe? Interested in my astral magic?

In Aaron's eyes, the colorful halo of Tzeentch flashed quickly.

So interested? Want to learn so much?

Want to learn? I'll teach you, step by step.

Just in time, I was still thinking about how to secretly spread chaos magic into the country by covert means and refuse to take the blame for corruption and mutation.

Isn’t this coming?

Tzeentch's divine spark was boiling, and in just a few seconds, Aaron's mind had already changed many ideas.

very many……

…………

At the same time, in the manor of the King's Forest, there was a luxurious secret room made of antique gold-wing wood furniture and chandeliers.

"Well, they're all cheap souls."

The Son of Bane sat behind his desk, watching the phantom of the Pit Fiend in front of him pick and choose. The continuous screams of the row of angel heads on his belt made Manakorn upset.

"Son of Darkness, in our agreement I told you that we need enough souls, but these are not high-quality souls. They cannot be converted into enough lemures. They can only be converted into soul coins. The real essence of souls is not here. .”

The Hell Fiend shook his head: "This is not enough to fulfill the agreement between us."

"Enough, what do you want?" Manakorn said impatiently: "In order to collect souls for you, I almost died on the battlefield!"

"You have your reasons, but what does this have to do with me?" The Hell Fiend didn't care: "More souls, otherwise my Eight Demons and I will not send out a single soldier."

Manakorn was suffocated, and Son of Benn opened his mouth, but had no reason to refute. As the son of Benn, he certainly knows what the devil is like. The devil doesn't care how you got the soul or how you completed the agreement. .

The figure of the Hell Fiend disappeared, leaving Manakorn with a gloomy expression.

Due to his outstanding performance in the Battle of Arabelle, Manakorn also received a third-class merit this time and received a certificate of thanks personally written by Ms. Raul, which was a great gain in reputation and honor.

But in the end, it was suppressed by the light of Aaron and others.

Not enough, far from enough!

Son of God Benn clenched the Hell Stone in his hand, thinking about a new plan in his mind.

It’s time to attack Alice Searle!

Updated, the second update today, please vote~