I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Welcome…” Redcoat was resting in his bedroom, playing with a crystal ball, and knew it was Li Read without even turning his head.

During the closed war training, each Demon Son could ask MiniMinnie to arrange a bedroom, which was done on the first day; although there were no more MiniMinnies and brain spirit servants afterward, the basic needs of the Demon Sons had been met, so no Demon Son had made requests to Buddy Booger.

For example, Nate Mayfair lived in the entertainment room, catching Demon Sons everywhere; Piggy Piggy casually found a room to experiment with desserts, and once full, he would just sleep there, wanting nothing.

Demon Scribes Damon Benben and Mai Mai were more mysterious; even Shadow had not visited their bedrooms. Li Read guessed that there should be many good things hidden inside.

Li Read had not lived inside the Gate of Chaos, so his bedroom was almost like a prison cell, but Redcoat's was completely different—the ritual instruments accumulated in the Gate of Chaos were strictly arranged in his bedroom according to his requirements, forming a cramped single room that could barely accommodate a skeleton moving with its body squeezed.

Redcoat was very thin, skin and bones, taking up about the same area as a skeleton, only his red robe made him look full, which did not affect his movements.

“I foresee that this will be good news, won’t it?” Redcoat turned around, his red robe barely brushing past the instruments, without touching them.

Seeing this, Li Read didn't dare to go in either, staring at his face in the crystal ball, as if looking in a mirror: “You foresaw it? Not bad, pretty mystical…”

“Then do you know what my conditions are? Did the crystal ball tell you?” Li Read went straight to the point, not wanting to play a guessing game with Redcoat—the prediction success rate of the red-robed priest was only 178%, so Li Read chose to give up.

“Predictions are never that precise; I only know that you will come and bring me very good news.” Redcoat, successful in his prediction, was in a good mood, “And when divining your actions, a strange power blurred the prediction. What is it? Your dad?”

Li Read muttered to himself, wondering what virtues and abilities he possessed to have a demon father? It was probably the authority of the library that caused some interference.

“Right, I can take you to participate in the fourth match of the Slaughter Cup and help you complete the ritual.” Li Read did not stand on ceremony with Redcoat, “But I have a few conditions.”

“Please.” Redcoat listened attentively.

“First, I need to know the specific content of your ritual to ensure it won't interfere with my battle.” Li Read raised the most important condition first—if the ritual would interfere with the battlefield, then obviously he couldn't take the risk.

Redcoat was silent for a moment, his gaze carefully scanning Li Read, Egg, and Shadow, seeming a little embarrassed—Li Read didn't want the ritual to interfere with the battle, but Redcoat was even more afraid of his ritual being interrupted by the battle.

“Then I need to know your battle process.” It seemed that Redcoat would not compromise on this point.

“Negotiable.” In Li Read's view, although his trust in Redcoat was not that high, as long as they communicated long enough and determined that he had no "malice," they could cooperate.

“But essentially, you are performing a ritual on my battlefield, and I don't get any benefits…” Li Read laid the groundwork slightly.

“I understand, but I believe that your conditions will benefit both of us.” Redcoat pointed to the crystal ball on the table, “I foresaw it.”

“That's right, I need you to make an investment.” Li Read stated his condition, “A win-win investment.”

“Investment? Like the humans'?” As a red-robed priest, Redcoat was relatively knowledgeable about human society and had never missed a "History of Humanity" course.

“Almost. You pay, and I'll help you bet. If we win, I'll take a cut.” Li Read pointed to the instruments and bottles in Redcoat's bedroom, “It's not limited to money. Materials, demon relics… anything is fine, but I want a lot.”

“The more, the better.” Li Read had already decided to go shopping at the demon market when the full moon came—books, treasures, and even mystical creatures… were all targets.

“Are you sure you can win?” Redcoat understood Li Read's meaning and was surprised by his boldness, “You want me to bet all my wealth with you?”

“Sure.” Li Read felt that he had spoken a bit too confidently, “But investment… always has some risks; otherwise, it wouldn't be called investment, but me borrowing from you.”

“Hmm… you're not a demon merchant; you're a broker now.” Redcoat nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, “How much do you want to take?”

“I can guarantee you 50% of the profits, and I'll take the rest.” Li Read had thought about this number for a long time—it was enough to make Redcoat feel profitable without making him work in vain, which could be considered very conscientious.

“Then why… don't I bet myself?” Redcoat asked a key question.

“Oh… because if I don't agree, you won't let me out, and you won't tell me… how to place this bet…” Redcoat answered himself, his eyes darting around on the crystal ball.

Although he could get some inspiration through "divination," Redcoat still couldn't leave the library on his own, so he could only agree.

“Okay.” Redcoat nodded.

“Okay, then let's sign a contract.” Li Read also prepared to get insurance to ensure nothing went wrong.

“Hmm… okay.” Redcoat opened his palm, making the “trust” gesture in the common demon hand signs, waiting for Li Read to cast the spell.

“You sign.” Li Read imitated the gesture, “Anyway, you have so many materials; it would be a waste not to use them.”

Redcoat was a little speechless, staring at Li Read for a moment, really not knowing what to say.

Of course, Li Read wasn't afraid of the red-robed priest playing tricks—the signing of this kind of one-time equal contract required the complete agreement of both parties' intentions to be achieved.

Although Li Read didn't know how to make contracts, having obtained Buddy Booger's library, he could distinguish between real and fake.

So Redcoat began to cast the spell, and like Damon Benben, magic began to condense between Li Read and Redcoat's palms; during the process, Li Read also constantly repeated his understanding of this contract.

Redcoat's ritual does not interfere with my tactics, adding the "investment" clause, the two Demon Sons bet together, and Redcoat's profits exceeding 50% will be given to me… if Redcoat does so, I will propose to the Demon King Mentor to request him to lift the entry and exit restrictions on certain Demon Sons…

The contract was reached.

“For a skeleton, your thinking is very clear.” Redcoat also sensed Li Read's intentions when signing the contract and gave such an evaluation, “But there is a little ambiguity. Who are the certain Demon Sons?”

“You three and me?” This was a clause that Redcoat was forced to compromise on during the signing just now.

“You don't need to know; it won't affect you or my actions.”

Li Read also felt quite lucky—thankfully, he had now mastered the authority of the library and could shield the red-robed priest's "divination" to some extent; otherwise, he might have exposed his true thoughts.

“Alright, enough talk, send the letter.” Li Read changed the subject, took out paper and pen from his ribs, and instructed Redcoat to send the letter—he didn't know how to send letters to the Chaos Realm, nor could he find Mento.

“You want me to send the letter too?” Redcoat was expressionless, but his heart was rippling, wondering if this skeleton simply didn't have the ability to do it or was just stingy.

That being said, this matter was not difficult for Redcoat, so he lifted his sleeves, intercepted a segment of the footage of Mento's class in the crystal ball, and placed it on the table.

Li Read secretly sighed at the red-robed priest's ingenious magic and turned his head to signal Egg.

“Did you talk it over?” Egg was very polite and had not interrupted Li Read and Redcoat's negotiations until the transaction was reached.

“Hmm…” Li Read wanted Egg to write the letter, but he didn't expect it to not understand at all.

“Friend, this thing of yours… will it explode?” Egg raised a large clump of particles and pointed to a jar in Redcoat's instruments that looked like a cylinder.

“No.” Redcoat shook his head indifferently and turned to Li Read, “Where's the letter?”

“The letter is only useful if it's written by it.” Li Read was very clear about his own limitations and put the pen into Egg's particles, “You write the letter and let your teacher release everyone.”

“Okay, how do I write it?” Egg had never written a letter before and found it very novel, and his attention was attracted.

“Of course, threaten him.” Li Read had prepared long ago and recited the draft in his mind.

“Threaten the Demon King Mentor… Mento?” Redcoat was dumbfounded.