The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

"Are there any new tasks?"

A cold, inhuman voice sounded from the middle of the three. Judging from the badge with the sun on his chest, this should be the leader of the three.

Looking at the three masked men in black in front of him, Marco's eyes flashed with disdain.

After casually throwing the ring containing the magic armor fragments to the other party, Marco said in a deep voice:

"Big deal, follow that goblin. There must be more valuable things behind him. I think selling this information to other nobles will make a lot of money."

"But be careful. He is not alone. There should be a whole fleet behind him."

Speaking of this, Marco's small mouse-like eyes flashed with greed:

"Of course, if the risk is not high, you can also"

He lightly touched his neck with one hand and gestured towards a beheading.

What the merchants in Silver Harbor City don't know is.

Marco is not just a businessman, he is also one of the leaders of the most well-informed organization [Extreme Wind] in Silverport City.

Whether it's news about the kingdom's internal affairs, or secrets about the magic realm, whether it's rumors about the death desert, or information about the reclamation of the eternal frozen soil.

As long as you pay enough gold coins, this intelligence dealer who has risen dramatically in the past three years can provide you with all the intelligence and information you want.

The reason why Marco was able to reach this point from an unknown beggar in Vitas is naturally the biggest promoter behind it.

"knew."

Among the three, the man in black who stood in the leading position nodded.

But the strange thing is that they did not leave to perform the task immediately after receiving the order as usual.

"What? Is there anything else? I have a dance date to attend tonight."

Marco frowned, looked dissatisfied at the man in black blocking the way, and asked.

When he thought of his afternoon dance partner, the half-dragon's beautiful body, plump buttocks, and the sexy little dragon horns above his head, Marco's body couldn't help but start to get restless.

Just when he was thinking about it and was about to push away the "lower-level personnel" who were in the way.

"A big shot in the church is coming to Silver Harbor City soon, and you need to receive him."

The man in black said calmly.

Hearing his words, Marco was stunned, and his originally impatient expression instantly became tense.

【Big shot? Could it be.]

Holding the last glimmer of hope, Marco asked tremblingly:

"Which numbered master in the sect is here?"

The leading man in black shook his head mechanically, without any emotion in his voice:

"It's not the number guy, it's the Archbishop."

This news was like a bolt from the blue,

Marco sat down on the ground with a dull sound.

The fat face that was originally shiny and shiny has now become extremely pale, as if it had been smeared with three layers of wheat flour.

"Is that so? Then I have to prepare well. After all, I have to prepare some delicious dishes to welcome the Lord."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, Marco tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and said with a flattering smile.

He knew he couldn't stay here any longer and he had to leave the city immediately, otherwise.

With Marco thinking this, he hurriedly prepared to rush to the secret teleportation array prepared in advance and leave the city with his wealth.

However, when he just turned his head, he found that the three people who were behind him had arrived in front of him unknowingly.

"What are you doing? Can't I go change my clothes and meet that adult again?"

Marco said angrily.

The man in black shook his head and said calmly:

"There's no need to go. The warehouse and teleportation circle, including the wild mages you recruited privately, have been cleared by us. Now there are only wars and ruins left there."

Then, he said in a deep voice with a tone that was close to judgment:

"Unfortunately, Mr. Marco, the general manager of Silverport City, you have violated the seventh stipulation of the covenant (holy church contract). We can only enforce the task."

Hearing this, Marco's pupils dilated instantly, and his instinctive desire to survive prompted him to push forward with all his strength. At the same time, he activated the magic item enchanted with the wind spell on his left thumb, trying to push away the man in black and escape. .

Unfortunately, the three of them were already prepared for this.

In just a moment, Marco was mercilessly kicked to the ground like a dog eating shit.

Looking at the three people getting closer and closer, Marco's expression was completely out of control.

He used his hands and feet to climb awkwardly towards the wall, while shouting in a sharp voice like a shrew:

"No! You can't do this to me! Think about how many magical resources I have given you over the years, just remember the friendship in the past and let me go."

"No! Don't come over here!"

"I have done meritorious service for the Holy Religion, and I have worked hard for the Holy Religion. Without me, how could the Holy Religion have so much money to buy the casting materials for the nine-ring magic circle! Where would the Holy Religion have the money to bribe those nobles!"

"I"

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

Soon, this dark alley returned to calm again.

Looking at the fat man unconscious on the ground, the leading man in black sighed, but still didn't say anything more.

Behind him, a female member hesitated for a moment:

"Brother, after all, he has given us a lot of help, we really need to save him."

Just when she was about to say something.

"Snapped!"

There was a loud slap.

The leader of the men in black looked at the silent sister behind him and said coldly:

"Don't even think about any disrespectful thoughts towards that gentleman."

"yes."

The female member lowered her head silently.

The leader of the man in black looked at her. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly turned to another man in black and whispered:

"Mark my words, watch your sister and don't let her do stupid things."

"yes."

A cold young man's voice sounded.

The leader of the men in black nodded, turned around, picked up the unconscious Marco, and walked towards the destination.

[At the very least, now is not the time for revenge.]

He thought secretly in his heart, and then immediately cut off this distracting thought and stopped thinking about it.

Who can be sure whether the demon in human skin has left any tricks in his mind?

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ten minutes later

Marco's home.

This luxurious mansion is located in the affluent area of ​​​​Yingang City.

The spacious and bright hall is filled with expensive furniture and art, and oil paintings by famous artists hang on the walls, showing Marco's wealth and status.

Under this mansion, which covers an area of ​​more than 2,000 square meters, there is a passage leading to a dark room.

"Ka-ka——"

With a slight click, the metal door that had not been opened for a long time slowly opened under a huge push.

The dust behind the door was stirred up excitedly, filling the air with a vague smell of decay.

What is strange is that a large number of strange symbols are carved on the ground of this underground chamber, and they are arranged neatly in the shape of a circle in a certain pattern.

Looking from above, the entire secret room looks like a cylindrical altar.

"Woo! Woo! Woo"

Marco, who was tied up with reddish-brown ropes and even his mouth was sealed, was carried like a worm in the hands of the man in black and brought into the secret room.

In the center of this dusty room stood a gray-haired old man.

"boom!"

As the stone door was closed, Marco was thrown at the old man's feet.

He looked at the old figure standing in the center of the altar with his back to him.

Marco's pupils widened instantly, and his body that had been struggling so hard gradually became limp.

As if sensing that the person he was waiting for had arrived, the old man turned around slowly.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, half of its body was in shadow and half in the light.

"You go out and let me have a good talk with this misguided child alone."

The old man waved to the three men in black and smiled.

"As commanded."

The man in black knelt on the ground and lowered his head in response, then turned around and left.

When leaving, he thoughtfully pulled out the black cloth blocking Marco's mouth so that he could speak.

"boom!"

The door was closed, and the sound of chains being locked could still be heard faintly.

Only then did Marco see the old man's face clearly.

What's frightening is that the old man's face, which should have been human, has no flesh and blood at this moment, leaving only bones.

Like... a skeleton? !

Marco stared at the terrifying old man in front of him in disbelief, and at the same time felt a chill from the top of his head to his toes.

He shrank back subconsciously.

"You...who are you?"

Marco asked tremblingly, his voice trembling, his heart full of fear and uneasiness.

"Jiejiejiejie"

The old man let out a gloomy laugh, and the atmosphere in the secret room gradually became low and strange.

Suddenly, its voice changed and turned into a kind and kind old man's voice:

"What, don't you remember me?"

"Marco, on that winter night three years ago, your hearing was much better than it is now."

Listening to that familiar voice, Marco's pupils dilated instantly.

The thoughts in my mind gradually flew to that snowy night.

【Do you want endless wealth? Do you want to become a master? Do you want to truly live? 】

The night three years ago,

A kind old man looked at Marco, who was begging on the roadside but was about to freeze to death, and smiled and extended his palm.

At that time, Marco, who was in a state of confusion due to the heavy snow, raised his head, looked at the old man in front of him in confusion, and replied inexplicably.

[Are you the God of Death who came to take me to the underworld? 】

The old man shook his head and said honestly:

[No, I am a devil. 】

【Devil's deal? So what's the price? 】

【All of you. 】

[Then take them all, I have nothing left. 】

"Are you the Archbishop?"

Marco could never have imagined that the kind old man back then would turn into such a face now.

No, maybe, this is its true face.

"Why do you have time to come here?"

he asked shakily.

Hearing this, the old skeleton lowered his head and looked into Marco's frightened brown eyes:

"It seems that you have forgotten the agreement between us."

"No, no, how dare I forget the gift of the leader. Everything I have is given by you. You are my supreme master."

As he spoke, he lay down on the dusty ground in fear, moved little by little to the old man's side, and carefully kissed the thumb of the old man in front of him.

Or rather, finger bones.

"It seems like you still remember a little bit."

The old man looked at him with a smile and gently untied the rope for him.

"Now, good boy, it's time for you to repay the Holy Cult."

Although the skeleton did not smile, Marco could feel it smiling.

"Don't be afraid, don't resist, let us become one."

The unique hollow voice of the skeleton monster echoed in the secret room.

Seeing the old man getting closer and closer, although Marco was shouting crazy slogans of escape in his mind, his body seemed to be immobilized by a body-holding technique, and he could not move forward no matter what.

My brain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is filled with lead water.

The feeling of chaos was like returning to that night of ice and snow.

Or maybe

In fact, Marco had died on that snowy night three years ago.

All that is alive is the body filled with greed and desire.

The skeleton old man looked at the runes spinning faster and faster under his feet, and a look of joy immediately appeared in his white bone eyes with only the fire of the soul left.

"You have indeed lived up to my expectations. Among the many spare bodies, only your body contains the strongest sense of corruption."

"But, before that"

It pinched Marco's oily cheek with its thumb and forefinger, lifted it up easily, and looked carefully into the other person's eyes.

"You know, God doesn't like children who lie."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Do you know how angry I feel when I only have my soul left, spent countless materials, and finally teleported here, only to find that what should have been a perfect young body has turned into an octogenarian?"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

"Well, well, I understand you didn't mean it. You're a good boy."

The old man pointed his ear holes at Marco, who was crying but speechless. He listened, nodded and smiled:

"So, don't deceive me with those low-quality tributes in the next life, okay?"

next moment

The demonic circle was fully activated, and a gray-red light enveloped the entire secret room.

"ah!!!!"

Marco's screams echoed in the empty basement and could not be heard for a long time.

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three days later

A naked figure emerged from the altar again.

It’s ‘Marco’.

It twisted its dry neck, and its originally fair and fat body suddenly made a crackling sound.

Then, that pile of white fat began to return to its once strong body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In fact, Marco was also a trainee knight.

But he was unwilling to agree with the powerful, and he ended up in a situation where his family was ruined, until that snowy night came.

Feel the demonic power flowing slowly within your body.

‘Marco’ nodded with satisfaction.

Then, it raised its shoulders, and the invisible mage's hands instantly picked up the clothes that had been prepared long ago from the ground, and put them on one by one as it slowly walked down the altar.

During this process, its face showed no fluctuation, like a dead person.

Only those scarlet pupils were still shining as bright as before. (End of chapter)