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Chapter 150 No!Do not bargain with the devil!
That devil may be watching me, watching the ongoing Tarot meeting.

While maintaining the posture of a fool, Klein thought with some apprehension in his heart.

To obtain those prophecies about tomorrow, Klein had to let the Tarot Society know about the existence of devils and ask the members for their opinions.

Although Klein didn't want the devil to intervene in the Tarot Club, he didn't dare to make small moves under the watchful eyes of the devil.

Adding a few words that can maintain the status of a fool and concealing his disadvantages in front of the devil is already the limit of what Klein can do.

"Mr. Fool." The Hanged Man finally found an opportunity to speak, and said, "The devil...means the devil card in the Tarot card, or..."

"It's all the same." The Fool said calmly.

"How do we reach Him?" asked the sun.

"There will be one more session in the weekly gathering. Those who are willing to contact the devil can seek the devil's deal above the gray fog."

"Devil's deal." Audrey repeated, "That doesn't sound like an interesting word."

"I noticed that Mr. Fool just mentioned the authority of the devil." The Hanged Man guessed: "We can trade everything with Mr. Devil, that is to say, including the body and soul."

Audrey shuddered, and when the Hanged Man said it in a cold tone, the matter suddenly became less interesting.

"What can we get?" The Hanged Man continued to ask.

"Help from the devil." The Fool replied: "Get different help under fair conditions according to the chips you sell."

"Help from a god!" The Hanged Man's pupils shrank slightly.

In other words, if you have enough chips, can you even let the gods make a move in person?

No wonder Mister Fool would hold an impromptu party. This situation is like adding a god-level hole card to the Tarot Society, and everyone can use this hole card!

The other two are not stupid people, so they can naturally hear the implication of Mr. Fool's words. Mr. "Sun" couldn't sit still, and said: "I am very interested in contacting the devil, I really want to know, save the land abandoned by God What kind of price is required?"

"." Everyone looked at him, and the atmosphere was a little cold.

Klein's teeth are also a little sour, save the land abandoned by God?
Even if I sold my soul, I couldn't afford to save myself, let alone save such a continent.

"It's hard." He had to open his mouth to break Sun's innocent illusion.

"No mortal can pay for anything that involves the gods, and the great difference between the natures of the two means a profound injustice."

"That's true." The Hanged Man said to the sun: "Everyone who looks directly at the gods will perish. Everything about you is insignificant to the gods. How can you pay the price for things that may cost the gods a lot of trouble?"

"But it's a hope." Mr. Sun was a little bit shocked, but quickly recovered himself.

"I think that what we can pray to Mr. Devil at this stage, and the only thing we can pay for is knowledge." Audrey said calmly: "Of course, what I'm talking about is not the knowledge of the gods, but the knowledge of the gods. Potion knowledge As a god, He must know a lot of potion formulas, right? At least there is a complete formula for his path.”

"Maybe he can tell me the Sequence 8 potion formula of the audience path."

"But you may not be willing to pay that price." The Hanged Man didn't say this.

He clearly realized that money is often not the bargaining chip in transactions with gods, or with high-sequence powerhouses, especially those evil gods. Transactions represent contamination of the other party's breath.

"Mr. Fool, I choose not to contact Mr. Devil." He said.

Klein nodded slightly, and said, "Next week's party will proceed as scheduled."

Then he broke the link with the Hanged Man, and the figure of the Hanged Man disappeared on the high-backed chair.

Miss Justice and Mr. Sun looked at each other, and said in unison: "We want to give it a try."

"A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers." Klein secretly sighed.

Of course, most of the reason why these two dared to contact the devil was because of their trust in the Fool's ability.

"Then, you will see the devil." Klein reached out his spirituality and touched the crimson star.

A shadow appeared above the gray mist.

Audrey felt a slight chill down her spine.

"This is Mr. Devil?"

She could see nothing and feel nothing in that shadow.

"If you are ready, you can touch the crimson light spiritually."

Of course, Klein didn't pull the devil into the gray mist. He wasn't stupid enough to let a person who coveted the gray mist enter his house. He just let go of the link with the crimson star, allowing Audrey and others to pass through the star. Communicate with the devil.

Although this communication can only be one-on-one.

Mr. Sun couldn't wait to stick out his spirituality, and soon, he saw the indescribable darkness.

"Derrick Berg." He heard a voice in the darkness say his name accurately: "What do you want, and what have you brought?"

"I want to know what kind of price it will take to bring the Land Abandoned by the Gods back under the sun's rays." The sun yelled, sticking his neck.

"You can't afford to know this news, even if you sell everything."

Mr. Sun became visibly lost. He realized that he would definitely not be able to pay the price of saving the Land Abandoned by God, but he never thought that he would not even be able to pay the price of knowing the price.

"Then, I have no problem for the time being, Mr. Devil."

He saluted and was about to break the spiritual link.

"Derrick Berg." The devil's voice suddenly sounded: "You have already started a deal with the devil, so until a deal is reached, it cannot be concluded."

"What do you want to sell?"

what to sell
Sun couldn't help but feel a chill rising from his tailbone.

This Mr. Devil gives people a completely different feeling from Mr. Fool. Mister Fool is right. Although the other party does not have the possibility of making people crazy when hearing the sound like the evil god, but the danger of contacting him is extremely high.

When the sun hesitated, the voice of the devil came again: "Or, do you want me to help you choose?"

"What about your fingers? One finger costs 100 gold pounds. Of course, if you don't like it, you can also sell your soul. I will give you [-] gold pounds."

"No no no—" Sun shook his head again and again, and said in horror: "I don't want to sell my body and soul."

In his panic, he had an idea, recalled what Audrey said before, and quickly said: "I sell knowledge, the knowledge in my mind!"

"...This is also a choice." The devil seemed to pause: "So, what knowledge do you want to sell?"

"How about the history of the Land Abandoned by the Gods?" Sun remembered that everyone in the Tarot Club was very interested in the history of the Lands Abandoned by the Gods, and they were even willing to pay some price in exchange.

"History—" the devil's tone became sinister again: "Those things are meaningless to me, Derrick."

"I am history!"

"I, I." Sun panicked again, he finally realized, as a mortal, the helpless and hopeless fear when communicating with God, so he frantically searched for things he could sell in his mind.

The darkness slowly approached, and the devil's voice sounded: "Why don't you let me help you."

The maliciousness made Sun's skin crawl all over: "Your memory is worth [-] gold pounds, and I'm sure I can find something of interest in it."

The sun opened his mouth wide, his body stiffened by fear, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Just when he was about to despair, Mister Fool's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Potion formula."

The Fool is the bridge connecting the devil and the sun, so he can naturally hear the conversation between the two, and he is also secretly startled at this moment, never expecting that there is such an unspoken rule in the deal with the devil.

As long as the transaction starts, the transaction must be successful, otherwise the devil will choose one thing to trade?
If I hadn't traded the potion formula in my mind before, what would the devil have taken away from me?
As if grasping at straws, the sun roared, "I sell the potion formula! Sequence 9: The Songmaker's potion formula!"

The darkness stagnated, and the devil's regretful voice came from inside.

"The potion formula of Sequence 9 is worth 300 gold pounds, are you sure about the deal?"

"Sure! I'm sure!" Panting heavily, Sun quickly read out the formula of the potion.

"The transaction is completed. Later, Mister Fool will tell you an anonymous account and password."

Sun was finally able to quickly remove the spiritual contact with the devil, and he almost collapsed on the high-back chair, panting heavily.

At this point he had no strength to think any more.

But the fool fell into even greater confusion.

"Singer's potion formula, I have already traded with the devil just now, why would the devil approve of repeated transactions?"

He maintained the majesty of a fool without moving his face, and his mind turned rapidly.

"No, no, such a low-sequence potion formula is not needed at all as a devil."

"In other words, the focus of the devil is not on what is traded, but on the transaction itself."

"So, as long as it is something that belongs to everyone, even if it is repeated knowledge, the devil will accept this deal."

The more the fool thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"His purpose is not knowledge that is useless to him at all, but to erode everything about a person bit by bit through trading. When the knowledge is traded, it will start to eat away the ability. When the ability is traded, it will began to eat away at body and soul"

"Until, through this method of trading, everything about a person can be eaten away!"

"This is the devil's deal!"

(End of this chapter)