"Young master, the master wants to see you. The maid said to the only little master of the White family.

Sgate touched the cloth bag containing the notebook.

The maid glanced at the cloth bag and said:

"Young master, master, he doesn't allow you to bring these civilian supplies to him. ”

Sgade hesitated:

"Okay, I see, but don't let anyone open the bag. ”

The maid said respectfully:

"I'll make sure that someone else gets close to your belongings. ”

With the help of the maid, Sgate changed into a gorgeous gown that symbolized the glory of the family.

He looked back at the cloth bag three times and twice, as if he was afraid that someone would quietly open it while he was away.

Sgate walked into the room and closed the door made of idiosyncratic alloy.

Two hundred years ago, his ancestors bought the house and secretly mixed the walls and door frames with varying amounts of specialty alloys.

A metal capable of insulating mental perception.

It really helped.

He walked around his room with ease, and soon he was at his destination, a secret door.

He changed into clothes behind the door to hide his face, and slipped out quietly from behind the door, where a mossy path led to the street.

Walking beneath the dense foliage, he stopped in front of the back door of the yard.

A carriage has been parked for a long time.

He boarded the carriage directly, did not say anything, and the carriage set off in silence.

Leaving the tram-infested city center, through the dazzling commercial district, and bypassing the slums that foster crime and violence, he finds himself in front of a remote hut.

There were more than a dozen people on the side of the street, a middle-aged man sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette and contemplating, a few children playing in the middle of the street, and an old man selling goods at a stall.

These are the eyeliners set by the White family.

Sgate would inherit the title of baron, and their family's influence had plummeted since his great-grandfather left his ancestral business to come to Aaron two hundred years ago.

But that's just a worldly illusion.

His ancestor was not a fool, but a radical careerist.

He casually renounced worldly power, seeking evil power that is recorded only in the oldest books.

The power to be able to grant any wish.

Almost any desire in the truest sense of the word, even the unification of the entire continent may not be difficult.

Many people know Tanvisgi, a name that has been passed down among humans by stickmen, and in the eyes of modern wizards it is nothing more than a little elf with a little magical power.

But the ancestors of the White family found its demonic name - Viklett Dom Dylan.

It means "Monarch of Terror in an Outland".

The horror here is defined by demonic standards.

The boundless power, the immense energy that can reverse reality, and the evil essence that even demons regard as taboo, is contained in the small oil pen drawing body of the stickman.

No one knows how he ended up like this, or if he was bound by books and was just a "foreign monarch", but the ancestors of the White family were sure that Tanvisji would grant his wish.

Of course, no one in the current White family cares what the ancestors want to fulfill, only that they can use the magic power of the stickman to bring themselves incomparably wonderful power.

And this had to be done carefully, in order to gain knowledge about the stickman, the ancestor betrayed his own warlock assembly.

The members of the assembly included evil sorcerers who worshipped the demon lord and fallen sorcerers who worshipped demons outside the screen, often using the living as sacrifices to play with the souls of innocents.

But even they made Viklett Dom Dylan a taboo and exterminated everyone who wanted to release it, and they are still hunting down the White family.

The White family also abandoned their original surname to avoid the search of the Warlock Assembly, and no one remembers the ancient surname that symbolized glory.

But it's all worth it, according to the words in the Ancestor's diary, for a long time, for a sufficient price, such as one of the Nine Realms, it can even make some less powerful gods your servants.

The stickman's exact words at the time were recorded:

"Gaphnan? that bitch can't do it, you can't give as much as you want, even if you sacrifice your entire planet to me, of course, I'd be a little interested in dismembering her body and making it into a delicious feast, Mechanical Heart? That nerd is easy to deal with, but it's really not good material for a servant? Flesh Star? You can try this, but you're sure you want someone who will assimilate you into a filthy flesh creature ......

"Wait, I forgot that humans are flesh and blood, but if she does appear on this planet, she will probably assimilate and devour all living things soon. Why do you ask about the main gods? Isn't it okay to ask about the weak gods?

"Broken Light? I don't want to deal with life behind the scenes, it's disgusting, you ask me what the hell can I do? Okay, looks like I'm going to have to prove myself. ”

The time and place of this passage cannot be verified, and even if it does not talk about the truth, the stickman is likely to use exaggerated techniques, but he dares to call the main god in such a contemptuous tone, at least he is a god-level great being.

And it is said that after the trader questioned it, he was casually turned into a string of sausages, and the stickman and his wife enjoyed a sumptuous meal together.

It was a demigod who thought highly of himself.

I don't know what happened next, but it doesn't seem to be able to maintain its rampant complacency, but has been silent for countless centuries, until the White family arrives here, and the stickstick is barely free.

According to the research of the ancestors, it seems to have temporarily lost its power, and can only be trapped in small pages.

It wasn't until decades ago that they discovered the stickman's whereabouts, but before his father could make contact, the stickman seemed to be sealed again.

Until now, Sgate appeared in front of the stickman as soon as he heard the rumors, appearing in front of him as a proud and stupid young man.

"Father. Sgate lifted his hood.

Lao Huai nodded, he took out a quaint thick book, opened it gently, and pointed to a page on the book:

"The name of Viklitt Dom Dylan is mentioned here, and a method of restraining it is mentioned above. ”

It's one of the countless ways they've found.

Sgate White said worriedly:

"I'm not far from having my wish come true, is it really necessary to make these preparations? If he finds out, that dishonest demon will surely plunge us into an eternal nightmare. ”

Old White shook his head:

According to records, even if he fulfilled his request well, only 10% of the people were able to accurately fulfill their wishes, 30% were safe and sound, and there were no serious mental and physical problems, and the rest were basically teased, torn apart, and discarded by him like a toy. ”

Sgate says:

"But I think he still likes me......"

Old White's stiff face appeared in the light with a strange look:

He liked most of the dead, at least they thought so before they died. ”

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