"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, 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.

"The owner of the wisdom of the abyss, the leader of fel energy..."

Donald understood that the two of them didn't know what they were saying, but they didn't 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?

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

She was silent for a while, pretending to be adjusting, then she turned to human language, and in the name of demons, 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...

"It's just ants, Contractor? Only those whose hearts have been immersed in the abyss are qualified to accept my power. This human being just happened to accept my arrival and became my puppet. I want to use him to do something for me... ...your souls don't look like normal people, huh, dark souls, intoxicating guilt."

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?

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

In the dark, someone stepped into the lighted area, shiny leather shoes, dust-free, black windbreaker hanging down to the knee, upper body lined with formal clothes, lower body is ironed trousers, both hands wearing black leather gloves, this is The habits of the upper classes prove that no labor is done at home.

The dark-gold pocket watch chain in the right pocket hangs down, and in one hand he holds a cane inlaid with emeralds, which gleams in the light.

"The transaction can be carried out at any time. I, Geoffrey Rastole, have completed several transactions with the Shadow Walker, and I know the rules. Please allow me to be your interlocutor as a contractor. The abyss salutes!"

With an attitude that is neither humble nor arrogant, compared to the person who even flinched in the dark, Rastolle stood in front of Donald, simply bowed and raised his head again, only the whitened eyes remained in the deep concave eye sockets. Pupils and flowing black mist.

The kerosene lamp above the head is on and off, and the flame is in fear!

Demon Contractor!

No wonder Rastole's status is detached, a demon contractor, his status in the cult is unquestionable!

This is a real boss... At this stage, don't show your cowardice.

"Haha, it's interesting, I do have some skills... If I remember correctly, you humans like to collect certain slates, documents and other things recorded in special characters, but you don't know the real content?"

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.

He took himself as an example before and cut off the possibility of ability granting. As for items, he naturally wouldn't bring them with him when he was in a state of descent.

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 has this type of information in his hand, plus the slate in the seller's hand, it is obvious that similar things should still exist. He doesn't believe that a cult organization that has access to demons will not collect such things~www.mtlnovel .com~ Would you like to help us understand the Lost Slate? "

This is a transaction that could not be completed after several times of communication with another demon. To achieve a breakthrough in this form, Rastole was immediately a little surprised.

"This puppet, I didn't sign a contract with him, so I can't give him power directly, and I want him to believe me with all his heart, because his mental power is too weak, so I can't use his power through him under normal circumstances, you understand What are you paying for?"

Donald had already thought about what he wanted, but he couldn't take the initiative to speak.

Didn't the predecessor join this cult just to enhance his own strength?

So did he.

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!

"It's not difficult to completely convince Donald Grant. He is eager to acquire extraordinary abilities. I will provide you with the innate potion formula in the wizard system and the ritual circle used in conjunction with it. As long as he sees it, he will not have any more for you. As for the things that enhance spiritual power, we have some secret medicines to help meditation, and some finished medicines are in stock, which can be given to you together, but if the puppet itself does not have a meditation method, we can naturally provide it, but the value of the meditation method Just a little…”

Geoffrey Rastole, even though he trades with the devil, he still thinks about grabbing more benefits for himself!

"The talent formula and the potion that enhances the effect of meditation are exchanged for the lost slate that you think is equivalent. Remember, the second negotiation is not allowed, I will only give you one chance!"

Donald and Sir have negotiated the scroll of spell skills, and now he will use the cult to obtain other things.