Alien world

Chapter 75. 74. Trainee Devil
The pungent sulfur smell filled the basement along with the dry heat.

The psychedelic smoke condensed into a human silhouette behind Annan - wearing a men's black dress, with curving horns on his forehead, and a black ponytail combed meticulously behind his head.

"The members of the Winchet family..." The solid silhouette exudes order and evil, and the cold horizontal pupils stare at him, "It's time to repay the debt you owe."

"Uh... I think you misunderstood me. I'm not from the Winchet family." Annan faced the devil, and stretched out his hand behind his back to the doorknob, but as if reaching into steam, he retracted with burning pain.

"But I know someone from the Winchet family. If you want to see her, I'll call her over for you?"

The imminent crisis made Annan ignore the pain in his fingers.He tried to keep a distance, but he was too close to this devil, and he was not sure about releasing the low-level summoning.

Fireball?
Is the devil afraid of fire?

"At the cost of the soul of breaking the contract, bear this deep fear..."

The devil refuses to communicate with Annan, and the dust-free parchment floats up and flips, and the obscure words turn into burning shackles, rising illusory, full of death and ominous flames.

Even though Annan knew little about devils, he could guess that this was a terrible price for breaking the contract——

But for Annan, the burning chain-like text just made Annan look uncomfortable.

"Why don't you feel fear?" The devil who was still preparing to punish the soul was slightly stunned.

"I don't understand."

These burning ancient, obscure characters have no familiar parts except that Annan can recognize that they are characters. "And I'm not from the Winchet family."

"Humans, or warlocks..."

The burning obscure words fell into the parchment, and Annan noticed that the devil was plotting something, and took the opportunity to distract it:

"This basement is a nice place."

"What's good?"

"If you are outside, it may disturb other people's sleep... Low-level summoning!"

"Less summons? You want to use kobolds and a devil..."

The devil watched Annan mockingly constructing a pitifully small magic circle.Then, the gap between Annan and the devil overflowed with terrifying coercion, and the indigo scales moved, revealing a dark yellow vertical pupil.

The awake blue dragon omitted Annan's steps to wake it up.

But what the devil thought at this time was "lower? Blue dragon?"

"It's an enemy! And it says you're a kobold!"

Annan hid behind the blue dragon and pointed at the devil.

"devil?"

The vertical pupil of the blue dragon stared at the young devil opposite the crack: "Humans, devils are a difficult race... I can feel that this devil is undergoing trials, and behind her is an adult devil..."

"I know the rules, you need to add money, right?"

Today, Annan is no longer cowardly and hesitant to say such things.

These conversations brought the devil back to his senses, throwing away the incomprehensible phenomenon of why the low-level summoning technique of the low-level warlock would summon the blue dragon, and stroked his chest to show respect: "Your Excellency Blue Dragon, Brudona greets you."

"I'm sorry to alarm you, but I think it was just an accident, and I didn't want to hurt your contractor."

The devil remains polite.Although devils are born with power like giant dragons and are born extraordinary, they cannot become legends like dragons, and they need time to grow.

And the devil's talent has never been "fighting a dragon in a cramped basement."

"You wanted to attack me just now."

Annan who was hiding behind the blue dragon raised his head and said.

"I'm a devil, not a devil who wants to fight." The devil was forced to maintain politeness and correct Annan's misunderstanding: "...and I'm only charging the Winchet family for breaking the contract."

"I'm not from the Winchet family."

The devil's evil eyes stared at him: "Where is this place?"

"Fine wine...well...the property of the Winchet family, but I'm only living here temporarily."

The devil continued to stare at him, evidently in disbelief.

"The blue dragon can testify against me."

"I don't know anything." Blue Dragon's oppressive vertical pupils stared at the young devil, and said to Annan, "How much are you willing to add?"

Offending the devil and getting paid are not difficult choices for dragons.

The young devil finally became flustered, his smoky body was slightly blurred, but he was imprisoned in the basement again due to Longwei's suppression.

"Your Excellency Blue Dragon, we are not enemies!" The devil explained, finally realizing that the human warlock had the right to speak: "The devil respects order and agreements, as long as you are indeed not from the Winchet family, I will apologize to you and leave. "

Annan hesitated. In the end, the contact between Tasia and Wood made Annan decide to believe in the devil—after all, the blue dragon was here.

"Okay, then there's no need to fight."

The blue dragon seemed to see the gold coin growing away with wings: "You are playing with a great blue—"

"The reward for this time will be given to you later."

"make a deal."

The time for the low-level summoning technique was not over yet, and the blue dragon lay down lazily, staring at Annan and communicating with the devil.

"I'm now one-tenth convinced that you're not from the dirty blood of the Winchet family."

"If I were Winchet, wouldn't it be better for the blue dragon to destroy the evidence?"

"You kill me, but the contract will not disappear..."

Annan didn't know that the devil would be so stubborn, so he had to show the letter inside the mage's robe and said, "Did you see it? This is a letter from the family, from the Reeves family."

At this moment, the devil suddenly sniffed the wing of his nose, and whispered in doubt: "This letter..."

"what happened?"

The devil said nothing: "I won't tell you. You're not Winchet, then I should go away..."

The condensed smoke gradually dissipated.

"What if it's a deal?"

The ghost's void stagnates, like a gambler hears dice, a drunkard smells beer.

The blue dragon's scattered vertical pupils condensed slightly, and felt that the sentence pattern and scene were very familiar.

"I need you to bring someone from the Winchet family," said the devil.

"It's not equal." Annan shook his head, "I can only pay kinnar, or gems, or antiques."

click-

A piece of rock under the dragon's claws turned into dust.

"can."

The devil agreed to Annan, and a brand new parchment emerged as it burned in the void.

"Beware of the devil's contract..."

Because of the existence and reminder of the blue dragon, this paper contract was fulfilled with incomparable justice.

"The reward for these reminders is another..."

Blue Dragon never forgets to ask for a reward.

Annan was a little puzzled. Are all the legendary dragons like this, or is this one special?

With the deed complete, the devil no longer hides: "The devil can smell conspiracy, the letter haunts conspiracy."

A fair contract is like a disgrace to the devil, and the young devil turns into a dissipating smoke after answering.

"Did she leave?"

"Yes."

Annan began to think, Ms. Wine or her ancestors had signed a contract with the devil?Why is the deed in the basement of this manor?

He hoped it was just a coincidence.

At this time, the low roar of the blue dragon came from behind the crack.

"You just said gems, didn't you..."

(End of this chapter)