Duke of Grief

The flames jumped in the fireplace, Baron Bell, whose legs were not so good, sat on the sofa by the fireplace, waiting impatiently for a response.

"You want to rejuvenate and want a longer life... right?" A low, illusory voice suddenly sounded in his ear, but Baron Bell was not surprised.

He took a deep breath and nodded gently, "I need these things..."

The answer was ambiguous, and it sounded reluctant, as if the devil had to give him these things, and he was not easy to refuse.

Hearing this answer, the devil chuckled twice. Baron Bell's wrinkled right hand suddenly pinched the armrest, and there was a flash of anger on his face.

At this time, the devil’s voice sounded again next to his ears, and it seemed to echo in his mind, "You must know that the most basic rule in this world is'equivalent exchange'. How much. This time, how much do you plan to pay?"

Baron Bell's face sank, "Aren't the lives of those untouchables enough?"

"That's for sure!" The devil seemed to walk from his side to the other side, and his voice focused on the other side. "In your eyes, you are a noble, and the lords are your property, so you can kill them. Our devil is the race that most respects the "individuals" in the entire multiverse, and we respect the thoughts and lives of each individual. It’s hard to believe that you just need to sit in your castle and watch with cold eyes, waiting for us to appear in front of civilians. Reap their souls, and then just inject their lives into your body?

"You don't have to do anything, just sit back and enjoy it, and even use the term "responsiveness" to deal with accountability, but we want all the work to be done, and let you take advantage of it in vain... Master Baron, you think, Is there such a cheap thing in this world?"

Baron Bell shivered suddenly, because he felt like someone had blown a breath in his ear, a cold rose from his feet, his face suddenly became very ugly, and he quickly turned to scan the room.

"Relax, Master Baron, I can't reach you without your invitation." The devil laughed teasingly. "You still answer my question-what are you going to pay to rejuvenate and increase life? The price?"

Baron Bell pressed his shriveled lips eagerly, but he also knew that they were doing a deal now, pondering for a moment, and then tentatively asked: "Jewellery?"

"The wealth of the material plane is useless to us." The devil replied briskly.

The index finger tapped on the armrest. Baron Bell held his hand against his cheek and tilted his head for a moment. "Magic items?"

"We need this, but I'm sorry, you can't get what we want."

Listening to the teasing words, Baron Bell frowned and continued to think, "...soul?"

He can only think of this. Apart from this, he knows nothing about what he can do with the devil-of course, it is certainly impossible to be his own soul, and he does not think how "precious" his soul is. .

The devil added with a smile: "High-quality soul."

The old man's eyes narrowed, and soon he opened his eyes again. "What is the standard?"

"The transcendental, or the bright priesthood, these are what we need."

The devil's laughter echoed in his ears, and Baron Bell seemed to have fallen into a trap.

But he needs ‘life’, and he doesn’t want to die yet!

This body is too decayed, to the point that no one can walk without help... It shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be like this!

Thinking of the temptation of'returning to old age', Baron Bell seemed to recall that he was riding a white horse on the horse farm. Many noble ladies and noble girls outside the court gave him a warm cheer scene. After he was old, he often would When I remember the past, I miss the past.

If he can come young, if he can be young again...

Baron Bell was quite certain that the devil had not used any spells on him, but he had been fooled by words alone.

Ordinary few words confuse him, not how amazing the devil's words are, but his own greed and greed for life and youth...

Baron Bell also knew that if he wanted to complete the deal with the devil, he would have to kill the “transcendence” or the “priesthood” himself. There is no doubt that this is quite difficult, but if it is not difficult, the devil will Does he trade?

The devil has made it clear that he cannot'sit and enjoy his success', he must do something.

With the power he possesses, it is difficult to kill a transcendental person, but if it is a priest with a "bright mind", isn't it all in the Glorious Church?

Of course, he can also kill his vassals. One of his vassals is the transcendent...but he won't do it!

From the beginning, the devil gave him only one option, that is, to kill the priests of the Glorious Church or the Church of Justice, and take the souls of those priests.

...This is, blasphemy!

Baron Bell subconsciously wanted to grind his teeth, but he quickly reacted, stroking his mouth sadly, his roots were already soft.

This is not what he should be. He had a chance to become a transcendent, if not because of that battle, if not because of that battle...

"Cough cough cough!" The old man remembered the original thing, but he was anxious and couldn't help coughing out, his expression changed into firmness.

After the cough was over, he did not ask whether the devil was still there, Shen Sheng said: "I promise you the conditions, the soul of the bright priesthood, I can give you, but you must first move your hands and cover me. !"

"Are you sure?" The devil whistled excitedly. "Are you sure?"

Baron Bell clapped the armrest in the palm of his hand and said: "I'm sure!"

"Oh... thanks for your invitation, we will be here soon." The devil gave a heartfelt emotion, and then the voice disappeared, and there was no more sound.

The tight body was finally able to relax, Baron Bell relieved, his back against the back of the sofa, and fell into it.

Looking blindly at the dark ceiling, Barr Bell recalled the past, the fenghuazhengmao of the year, the vigorous spirit of the year, the young frenzy of the year...

The more I missed it, the more I felt I wanted to gritt my teeth. Every time I recalled the past, he would always think of that battle involuntarily.

In that battle, his knee was almost broken, and the glory of the family was taken away. After that, he found that he could no longer fight, and the fear of death made him lose his fighting spirit.

If it wasn’t for that battle, he might become a ‘superhuman’, and there was no need to engage in such dangerous transactions with the devil.

If it were not for the return of the Arcane Empire, the world’s attention was drawn to the Inland Sea and the floating cities, and the killing of the priests of the Glorious Church or the Church of Justice was something he would dare not think about, let alone It is absolutely impossible to say that taking the soul of the priesthood from the deity.

When the arcane empire returned, and the deity's attention was attracted to the arcane empire, he dared to do these things.

What's more, the invasion of the devil is not without precedent in their Kurt Kingdom. He does not want the devil to invade their world. He just wants to get a longer life. As long as the transaction is completed, the devil must go back. .

Therefore, nothing will happen. He can completely remove himself from these things. Now he only needs to consider **** those priests and obtain their souls...

Crackling!

The firewood in the fireplace suddenly exploded and crackled, so terrified that Baron Bell turned his head hurriedly and stared at the fire with his tired **** eyes, staring at it for a long time, confirming that nothing happened before he began to gasp. , And looked back.

After calming down, he couldn't help anger rising, which guy firewood fired? It's so lazy!

The flames in the fireplace reflected Baron Bell's wrinkled face, exuding a hint of warmth, baking his knees, making him groan in a hurry.

The wind and snow outside the window, how many homeless people are crying outside the castle, or hiding in a corner to avoid the wind has nothing to do with him, anyway, those guys are going to die sooner or later, they will certainly not support this winter, it is not as waste Use it as a price to extend his life.

call!

The flames rising in the fireplace brought more heat to Baron Bell and caused him a little sleepiness.

"Master Baron, are you ready?" The familiar voice rang in the ear. Baron Bell frowned. The old man's sleep was not good. He was sitting here with the attitude of sleeping. But now he was awakened.

……wrong!

This sound is so clear!

Baron suddenly opened his eyes and straightened his upper body while turning his neck to look at his side.

Just turned his head, a handsome human face came into his eyes, but there were two short horns on his forehead.

Baron Bell stunned and looked at the handsome man in a Chinese suit crouching beside him. His face was covered with a kind smile, but the tail wrapped in red scales was shaking behind him. 'Tail makes it not look like a good person.

"You..." The old man subconsciously turned his side, moved his **** away from the harvesting demon—although he didn't know the type of the devil, he knew that it was a'devil'!

"I'm here to fulfill your wish!" The Harvester stood upright, exposing his hoofs to Baron Bell's eyes, allowing him to fully confirm its inhuman identity.

The graceful devil's lips were slightly warped, gentle and polite. He took out a few contracts from his pocket, handed the parchment and feather pen to Baron Bell, and placed them on the arm of the sofa.

It did all of this under Barone’s sluggish vision, stepping back half a step, and asked with a somewhat **** voice in a hoarse: "Master Baron, please read these contracts carefully, and then read each Sign your name on the contract, even if you don’t understand the text of hell, it’s okay, we have translated the text of “us” into Assatom common language.”

Even if it showed such a sincere attitude, Baron Bell still held it extremely alert, but after listening to it, thinking for a moment, he still picked up the reading glasses from the table next to it and lowered his head to be serious Viewed these contracts.

A few large pieces of text were written on a few sheets of parchment paper. The squiggles from different planes in different worlds made him feel pleasing at first glance. He couldn’t help but express admiration, even the decorative patterns were so beautiful. Very artistic.

The contract clearly stated his responsibility and the responsibility of the devil’s side, his income and the devil’s side, even if he thought that the devil had a plot, he could not pick out any faults here, but in order to To show his ability, Baron Bell picked out some of the points and let the Harvester modify it.

The Harvester has always been smiling on his face, and his hands are standing on the side of the side, there is no extraordinary movement. Even if Baron Bell is picking the wrong bone like an egg in the egg, he just smiled and used the power of magic to Change it to what Baron Bell wanted to change.

After carefully reading it several times, Baron Bell even used a magnifying glass to check the text word by word, and it took him an hour or two to read the contracts.

The old man took off his reading glasses, rubbed his head with some headache, reached for the quill, and signed his name at the end of the contract.

The quill pen, clearly without any ink, succeeded in leaving traces on the parchment paper. When he finished all this, the contract in his hand suddenly burned up, frightening him to throw it away.

Several pieces of parchment burned out in mid-air, leaving no ashes behind, and the quill pen held in the old man's hand turned into a light spot.

After all this was done, Baron Bell took a deep breath, his shaking hands grabbed the armrests, and slowly looked up at the devil. He asked with a trembling voice, "I have signed the contract, I am still old, I still have life, what? Time for me?"

"I can give it to you now, but you have to remember, the punishment for breaking the promise is very serious!" As he said, the devil handed out a deep black crystal, which was filled with shrinking desperate faces, watching It makes people feel numb.

Seeing Baron Bell hesitate, the harvester explained with a smile: "This is caused by the nature of our **** and the devil. There is absolutely no problem in using it. After all, you have seen it in that contract. If we fail to We will also be punished for helping you rejuvenate and extend your life."

Hearing the words, Baron Bell pondered the authenticity of this sentence with uncertainty, and in the end, he still could not resist the temptation of youth and longevity, reaching for the crystal and throwing it into his mouth.

There seemed to be a wicked laughter in the ear, Baron Bell's face was ugly covering his mouth, and he almost vomited the crystal, but he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and a force came up from his body.

He put his hand covering his mouth incredulously, his fingers slowly gathered together, and he could see that the muscles of his fingers and palms swelled rapidly, propping up the folds of his skin.

He touched his cheeks with trembling hands, and incredible things were happening-his wrinkles began to subside, and even the fluffy roots were restored to tenacity.

Only these have made him feel hot, and as the heart beats, the heat flow ran around in the body.

Baron Bell felt that the skin all over his body was numb, and the deep traces of time gradually left him, and he was returning to youth!

After feeling the changes in his body for a while, he looked up at the devil with excitement, but he froze at this moment.

The flames of the fireplace rose, giving off more powerful light and heat.

Some pain came from the scalp, the tail spine, and the legs, causing Baron Bell to frown subconsciously.

"What's going on?" He stepped forward and sighed in a deep voice.

The pain became more pronounced, and Baron Bell's heart was also confused.

The Harvester turned his head and looked over, smiling with a smile: "You are asking for rejuvenation and longevity, but there is no requirement that you must still be "human"!"

Baron Bell stunned for a moment, and immediately became furious, "You lied to me?!"

The handsome devil's mouth curled up and shrugged. "No, it's just words, it's the art of words."

The muscles in the corner of the mouth twitched, and Baron Belle glared and gritted his teeth: "Stop me!"

"But the contract has been completed..." The devil shook his head playfully, "Can't stop!"

"Ah, that's right!" At this moment, it seemed to think of something again. His eyebrows were raised and he snapped his fingers. "In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing our conspiracy and transactions, I specially set up a spell in this room. This room is isolated from the material plane...I will return this room to the material plane now!"

"Uh..." Barr turned his hatred at the devil in front of him, but now he had no energy to do anything else, he had to hug his head and groan in pain.

Something... something is coming out of his head!

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

A series of door knocks suddenly poured into his ears, and the eldest son cried anxiously with a dumb throat. "Father, father, what are you doing? Father, father!!!"

Baron Huo Ran knelt down to the ground in pain, holding his head with both hands, and the uncontrollable deep moan overflowed from his throat.

People outside the door seemed to hear the sound, too, and the noisy sound froze for a moment, then rushed more violently.

"...Slammed the door!" The eldest son resolutely gave the order. In the past, Baron Bell appreciated the quality of his son~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But now, he hates it very much.

--boom!

"Do not!!!"

The door of the room was knocked open. Relatives and servants of the Bell family rushed in, and it was the eldest son of Baron Bell who took the lead.

They did not see the figure of ‘Grandpa’ in this room, they only saw a man who looked like the baron’s eldest son kneeling down in front of the fireplace, turned his head desperately to look at them, and made a stern cry.

And in front of the man, there was a handsome man in a Chinese costume, but its goat-like curved hooves, short horns on his forehead, and the tail cruising behind him looked nothing like it. A human!

The man kneeling on the ground closed his eyes in grief, and there was a terrible transformation in the screams-the forehead suddenly grew two short horns, a tail turned into a black shadow behind him, and the bones of the legs quickly deformed , Eventually turned into a pair of sheep's hooves.

In the dull sight of everyone, the harvester standing by the fireplace suddenly laughed out loud and applauded to Baron Bell: "Congratulations, Master Baron, you have gained a long life and dreamed youth!"

Hearing this sentence, the others who had just reacted were stunned again, and cast their astonishment on the man who was kneeling on the ground.

That's Lord Baron, that's a master?

Baron Bell sorrowfully stared at the devil, his mouth slightly open, but he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, we have received the approval and invitation of the local lord, then..." The corner of the devil's mouth suddenly rose sharply, grinning wildly, and the flame in the fireplace behind him suddenly rose, "The door of hell, open here!"

On the thirteenth day after the return of the Arcane Empire, the devil army of thirteen layers of **** officially invaded the world of Assatom!

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