Sgate White had just left home.

It was the first time he had left without any cover-up, without a notebook.

He's not a good guy, so there's no mercy to anyone who wants to get their hands on it.

He would never have killed if he didn't have to, White's family motto made it clear.

Evil is not an abuse of violence wrapped in emotions, but a casual sacrifice of innocent people's interests and lives to achieve its own ends.

He is that kind of person, so if someone's actions affect his interests, he will not hesitate to resort to any despicable means to protect his interests.

None of them can be worse than taking away a person's most valuable thing - his life.

If a person does not exist, then he is nothing, love, wisdom, knowledge, achievement, career, will all be in vain.

Sgate is well aware of the weight of killing, and knows the value of life, and in most cases, he will choose more efficient methods than cruelty.

But sometimes he can't control himself, as was the case when he killed Abbas, his jealousy and hatred for Hervin affected his judgment, and perhaps the stickman's whispers distorted his sanity.

Regardless, he killed Abbas, and in retrospect, Sgate White always wondered: wouldn't it have been better to simply imprison him? Is there a more efficient and unobtrusive way to achieve his goals?

But although he doesn't like to kill people at will, I'm afraid it's impossible to stick to his "principles" today.

His father also supported his actions.

The first thing to do is to make an alibi, but you can't borrow someone else's hands.

Aaron's University is still heavily guarded, and all ancient places always contain great power, but the White family is good at hiding it, and has not yet revealed their demonic power in Aaron.

It's seven o'clock in the morning, which is the day of school, but the goal is to never go to class, thinking that with a little money at home, he can not be enterprising, typical nouveau riche thinking.

Sgate sneered, he was often alone when he wasn't in class, and although he had a lot of so-called "huddlers" now, they still had to go to school, after all, they had to survive later, so they would leave him alone.

Sgate White didn't know how he knew about the stickman's existence, but he suspected that it had something to do with the stickman himself, maybe it had left some clues, or maybe it had used a method that Sgend White didn't know about it to trick its target during this time.

But the reason doesn't matter, he just needs to make sure the result is in his favor.

According to the family motto, he should have handled this matter more cautiously, and he should not have killed him, but Sgate White knew that he would still be controlled by his emotions, after all, he was still a mortal, and the demon warlock had to deal with madness from time to time, so it was difficult to really act with pure sanity.

To put it simply, he was angry.

Because his important interests have been violated, he now wants to teach Mr. Zahir what is meant by the sanctity of private property.

He walked into the classroom and apologized to the teacher that he was going to the bathroom.

Now he has about ten minutes.

I said it specifically to impress the teacher, and I should be in the teaching building at this moment.

He literally walked into the toilet cubicle.

Then let the blasphemous ancient language crawl out of his mouth, from his mouth to his waist, from his belly to his feet.

"Shu Nai Makada, Gotasra ......"

Demonic whispers flow from the human world to hell, summoning the most evil races.

Sgate looked solemnly at his own reflection on the toilet water.

Then his reflection gradually deformed, horns, purple skin, vertical pupils, triangular head, and a malicious and crazy smile.

These little demons dwell in tiny crevices of space, and although they are not powerful, they can come here from distant hells.

The purple demon waved his hand and motioned for Sgate to jump into the toilet.

He smiled, the creature wanted to deceive their master at all times.

Sgate pulled a cloth strap out of his bosom and shook it slightly, causing a little dust to fall onto the water.

The purple demon leaped out of the water, and Sgate reached for the demon with his gloved right hand, and before he could touch the demon, the chain on the glove spontaneously rushed towards the little purple monster, and the runes that had already been drawn began to flicker.

A burst of purple smoke erupted, and he disappeared in place.

Summoning the Void Imp was the most difficult and dangerous step in this matter.

Zahir stood up as the strange man suddenly appeared in the room.

The whole body is tightly wrapped, leaving no skin outside, the shoes under his feet seem to be specially customized, his hands are wrapped in black gloves and chains, and there is a small animal struggling on the back of his right hand.

It took him several seconds to figure out what the creature really looked like.

He couldn't understand what it was, this thing's filthy and filthy treacherous triangular face was not a creature that could be tolerated on earth.

He stood up and slowly stepped back:

"Who are you, what do you want, money, I can give you a lot of money, or do you want to work with me......"

Skid said in a low tone:

"I am truly what you are looking for. ”

Zahir was stunned for a moment, and then showed surprise:

"Tanvisgi, are you the Wish Elf? I'm sorry, I thought the Wish Elf looked completely different from a human, although the description of you in the record doesn't seem to be the same as it is now, ah, Lord Wish Elf, please grant my wish?"

Sgate White says:

"Offer what is related to me, and I will give you the gift of fate. ”

Zahir pondered for a moment, then immediately took out a folded note from his jacket pocket and handed it to the "Wish Elf".

Sgate took the note, glanced at it, and put it in his arms.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he vaguely saw his surname.

Sgate said to Zahir:

"Say what you want. ”

Zahir said very seriously:

"I want to manipulate Veronica's mind and completely turn her into my object, and if I have a thought, she will do whatever I want, even if it is to make her hold my shoes with her mouth, or even to make her fall in love with me with all her heart. ”

After saying the request, Zahir looked at Sgate cautiously:

"Is that okay?"

Sgate laughed:

"I'm a degraded version of what you're looking for, you're looking for the wildest and most evil devil, and I'm just an ordinary bad person.

"You should be glad that I found you before you found it, so that you can get a peaceful death. ”

A slender gray figure slowly rose from Zahir's shadow, and he opened a bloody jaw that was too large for his own.

One bit Zahir's upper body.

"Maybe it's not so calm. ”

Sgate White pinched the purple head of the Void Imp.

Shrouded in purple smoke, his figure slowly disappeared in place, as if he had never been there.

All that remains is the monotonous sound of chewing repeatedly.

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