Turning on soul vision, that is, the ability to see the state of the soul of others, because it is similar to spiritual vision, Donald simply named it soul vision.

"Are you talking about me?"

With an obscure and harsh voice, this is the first time Donald has spoken this kind of demonic language in front of others.

While speaking, Donald was also looking at his surroundings. At this moment, he was sitting on an old chair, his hands were tied on both sides, and in front of him was a low table, on which was placed the items found on him. Guns, coins.

The surrounding light was extremely dim and there were no windows. If he hadn't been in a coma for a few hours, this would have been a basement somewhere. The only light source was a small light above his head where he was, which could only illuminate a small area near him. , there is still a large area of ​​darkness beyond.

The two people who spoke before were in the darkness in front of him. Donald spoke the language of demons, and the pair of red eyes made that side fall into silence.

"Your Excellency Rastole, this...he said..."

Ogoff couldn't understand the other party's words, it didn't matter, it was precisely because he didn't understand that he didn't understand.

Geoffrey Rastole on the other side also didn't understand it, but he had heard the same accent before. It was a language that only demons can speak!

"excuse me, you are?"

At this time, the two of them naturally did not dare to assume the contemptuous gesture they had before. After being silent for a while, Rastole asked tentatively.

"You have no right to know my existence!"

Donald saw that they shouldn't know what they were saying, but he didn't make a change, but continued to speak in this tone.

In the shadows, Geoffrey Rastoller was stunned. He couldn't understand what the other party was saying. What should I do?

"We don't understand your language, can we..."

The remaining half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, and Ogoff didn't dare to continue speaking, for fear that he would offend the other party.

"...Who are you, how dare you bind my puppet!"

She was silent for a while, pretending to be adjusting, and then in the name of the devil, she defined her identity.

Yes, not a contractor, but a puppet.

Donald did say that he was a demon contractor before on the carriage, but as Ogoff thought, there really was nothing in him that could make the devil look down on him, and the contractor didn't say he should do it, so at this time He proposed another puppet identity as a demon.

Does it sound inconsistent?

This is what Donald wants.

"Isn't he your contractor?"

At this point, both Rastoller and Ogoff have already believed in Donald. This is not to say how easy it is for them to believe in others, but because Donald's means of proving his identity are too real.

Devil language is not some kind of ability, just like the native language of human beings, as long as someone teaches it, it can definitely be learned, but does Donald teach? In less than a month, from an ordinary person to a heretic who can speak demons, relying on yourself? That's not a big joke!

Unfortunately, this joke is true...

"Contractor? It's just an ant. The contractor is just a name I gave him. This human is my puppet. I want to use him to help me do something... Your soul looks like It's not what a normal person should have, heh, he doesn't seem to be a good person either."

The devil itself is a creature full of contradictions. It is their nature to deceive and plunder. The message Donald wanted to convey to the two of them was that the devil enslaved Donald Grant in the name of a contractor, who thought it was The contractor is actually just a puppet that is thrown away when it is used up.

That's right, that's how demons are supposed to be, how could a waste like Donald Grant get the real gift from the devil?

The second half of Donald's sentence seems to be explaining the identities of these two people, but it actually has hidden meanings.

I am a devil, and you are not good people.

The implication: Aren't you going to flatter me?

Facts have proved that someone who can sit at the top of the cult and may even be the leader is indeed capable in this regard. Only when Donald's voice fell, Jeffrey Rastole immediately made a statement.

"Great existence, please allow us to serve you!"

He was probably used to saying these words, he just blurted out.

This is an opportunity to face the devil face-to-face without any sacrifice, how could you not use it?

"Hmph, it's a bit of a brain... I remember that you humans like to collect certain slates, documents and other things recorded in our writings, do you have them?"

Demonology, this is the only bargaining chip in Donald's hands. He can't let the two ask for abilities or some special items, because that's something he can't do.

When negotiating conditions with these people, you can't see what they want, but what you have!

So Donald chose to open the topic in advance, like the slate in the underground market. Although he didn't record all the content during the translation process, Donald still learned something from it.

Sherlock had this type of text in his hand, and with the slate in the seller's hand, it was obvious that similar things should still exist. He didn't believe that a cult organization that had access to demons would not collect such things.

"Would you like to help us understand the Lost Slate?"

Rastolle and Ogoff looked at each other. In the darkness, they both saw the surprise flashing in each other's eyes.

"You call them lost slates? In my eyes, they're nothing but graffiti. Of course, even if it's a simple thing for me, if you want it, you have to pay the corresponding price, tsk... .What is the value of spell skill scrolls and talent recipes among you humans? What about things that enhance your spiritual power? The puppet I'm hosting is too weak, and it doesn't even allow me to use too strong power, I want to strengthen him."

Donald has long thought about what he wants. Didn't his predecessor join this cult just to enhance his own strength?

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It's just that his predecessor's method was to kneel on the ground and beg people, but he was different.

He wants to let these people offer their hands willingly!

"Due to the suppression of the church and the government, the activity of wizards has been continuously weakened, so there are very few spell skill scrolls on the market, even if they are low-level scrolls, the value is still not low, talent formula... You are talking about talent Potion and the ritual array to be used together, right? This category is more precious than the scroll of spell skills. As for things to enhance spiritual power, we have some secret medicines for meditation, and some finished medicines are in stock, do you need them?"

Geoffrey Rastole is not lying, the number of wizards has indeed shrunk considerably nowadays, most spellcasters are systematic existences within the orthodox church, and their spells are all provided by the church, naturally not. possible outflow.

At the same time, the major churches have spared no effort to collect other magic skills to enrich their inventory, but they can't get in.

This has caused the scrolls of spell skills to become more and more precious in recent years. In fact, there are not many wizards in the cult, and the collection of scrolls of spell skills will naturally not be the first place.

The talent potion and the matching ritual array are the core existence of all organizations. It can be said that they are basic things. No organization will give up searching for such items.

"I want the talent formula and the potion that enhances the effect of meditation, and exchange it with what you think is equivalent. Remember, second negotiation is not allowed, I only give you one chance!"

Really talented potion... This is just a tentative inquiry from Donald, and he saw similar words while translating in the underground market.

He talked with Sir about the scroll of spell skills, and now he will use the cult to obtain other things.