This Lich Needs More Money

In the hearts of the devils in the second level of hell, the secretary has always been indifferent to emotions and anger. He is more merciful than ordinary devils, but this is just because he does not like to use torture. He prefers straightforward and neat methods. put to death.

No one dared to be rude in front of the clerk. Once a guard of the Steel Fortress yawned in front of this clerk, and his head was thrown into the kennel of the Cerberus that day, and his body was chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs.

But now this lust demon swept away all the information on the table, and the blood from the wound even stained a large area of ​​the table.

"Paruliel, if you want to take revenge, go it alone. I'm working for Grand Duke Dispater and I don't have time to worry about the past of the mortal era. Salvador? If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten this name."

Paluliel looked into the scribe's eyes and said disdainfully: "You think you are a real god after gaining the power of hell? That was just a few bones given to you by Dispater. You naively thought Is this your power? You can’t even block my detection of your thoughts..."

Paluliel moved closer, her hot breath blowing on the scribe's face.

"I feel that you are scared. Even though you know that that person is right in front of you and that he is inviting us to take revenge, you still don't dare. It seems that you really lost miserably."

Two rays of blood flew out of the scribe's eyes and turned into sharp blades to cut at Paluliel. However, the blow that was enough to tear apart the space was easily dodged by the demonic beauty.

"Hehe, I'm anxious. But I can even sneak into the steel fortress, will your boring sneak attack be useful? Your divine power is borrowed, not mine?"

Paluliel's words were like a knife piercing the scribe's heart, but he couldn't deny it. He didn't even dare to get too excited, but tried to calm down and try not to have too many emotions in his brain.

Because the secretary knew very well that the desire demon in front of him relied on other people's emotions as his power.

The more excited you are, the more excited this woman will be.

This is a complete lunatic who probably shouldn't have had anything to do with her in the first place.

Paluliel also noticed the change in the scribe, and immediately said with disgust: "It's boring, you are such a boring man. Have you really given up completely? You are obviously a god, and he is just a mortal until now. "

The secretary had completely regained his composure and said calmly: "Yes, in that case, why should you argue with a mortal? How ridiculous would it be for a billionaire to remember that a coin was stolen when he was a child every day? One thing. Paruliel, isn’t the reason why you came to me because you don’t have the confidence to complete your revenge alone?”

Paluliel frowned, these words also penetrated deeply into his heart, making him very uncomfortable.

The clerk did not continue to taunt, but said lightly: "You and I are no longer mortals, Paluliel, do something consistent with your status. And the goddess of fate has always been on his side. In this regard, you are better than I know better."

"hehe."

Paruliel sneered, and when she turned her palm, she found an extra soul coin.

"You said that the goddess of fate is on his side, then let fate guide me. If the other side is up, I will give up everything and become his servant, and crawl at his feet forever. If the other side is up, I will spend my whole life wherever I want. He takes revenge until one of us is dead."

The soul coin rotated flexibly between Paruliel's fingers, and the outline of the wailing soul on it was particularly clear under the firelight. Paruliel played with the soul coin in her hand and asked the clerk: "Salvador, do you also want to take a gamble?"

The secretary said coldly: "Both sides are under your control. Is this a gamble? Besides, it's either a slave or a mortal enemy. I'm not as extreme as you."

With Paluliel's dexterity, let alone one soul coin, even if she throws a hundred soul coins at the same time, whichever side she wants will be up. It has nothing to do with fate, it is just an excuse.

Paluliel showed a playful smile and said: "You are right, but why should I take the initiative to control the pros and cons?"

With a flick of Paruliel's thumb, the soul coin swirled and flew to the ceiling.

After a crisp collision, the soul coin bounced against the wall next to it, bouncing like this for more than a dozen times. Finally, when it was on the verge of breaking, the soul coin finally flew back to Paruliel's hand.

Paruliel held the soul coin and said to the clerk again: "What, it's not too late to place a bet now."

The secretary shook his head resolutely and said, "Don't bother me. I have already put aside all my grudges. This is your own obsession. Why bother dragging me down?"

Paluliel said with regret, "What a pity. I originally wanted you to know the outcome of the bet. People who dare not place bets are not qualified to see the final result."

Paruliel crushed the soul coin into pieces with a slight force of her palm. After a shrill wail, dozens of broken soul fragments flew out, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

Paluliel's figure also slowly merged into the darkness, and finally disappeared completely.

The secretary looked at the place where the shadow disappeared and couldn't help but be a little curious. Although this bet is not important to Him, if it really comes tails, will this crazy woman really be willing to be that person's slave?

The moment she caught the soul coin again, the woman felt the pattern on it and should have known the answer long ago. The reason why she didn't show it was because she wanted to default on her debt?

It was really possible, after all, the goddess of fate always stood behind that guy.

The clerk was silent for a long time, and said to the shadow: "Paruliel, I wish you good luck."

After saying this, the clerk waved his hand, and the scattered documents flew back to their original places, and even the bloodstains left by Paruliel disappeared, as if the woman had never appeared.

And the shadow left the steel fortress along the way it came, and this time no alarm was triggered.

After leaving this magnificent fortress, Paruliel reappeared, and at this time, He was intact, and the wound on his shoulder that was deep enough to see the bone had disappeared.

This is the power of the gods. It is difficult for ordinary power to cause fatal injuries to the gods, and the same is true for the quasi-divine power of the Grand Duke of Hell.

Parulil took out a delicate makeup mirror from her bosom and gently tapped it with her finger. The interface of the magic mirror immediately appeared on the screen. This is the magic mirror made by Parulil herself. It looks very delicate, but the functions are no different.

Parulil swiped her finger on the magic mirror and found that in addition to the function of storing and withdrawing soul coins and krypton gold spells, there were several more special icons.

"A new function? This is a three-dimensional map. Can you earn soul coins by completing the map? What is this? Pay to check information? There are also novels?"

Parulil studied the new functions of the magic mirror above and was fascinated by it. She almost paid for a novel above.

After closing the magic mirror and putting it into another space, Parulil couldn't help but sighed: "Arthas, you are always so interesting. Why did you have to go against me at the beginning? Now you are still a mortal, and I am already a god. This time, will fate still stand on your side?"