"You're talking about me?"

Obscure and harsh voice, this is the first time that Donald has spoken such demonic language in front of others.

As he spoke, Donald was also surveying his surroundings, and at this moment he was sitting in an old chair with his hands tied at his sides, and in front of him was a low table with guns and coins that had been found on his body.

The surrounding light was extremely dim, there were no windows, and if he hadn't been unconscious for a few hours, this would have been a basement somewhere, and the only light source was a small lamp above his head, which could only illuminate a small area near him, and there was still a large area of darkness further out.

The two men who had spoken before were in the shadows in front of him, and Donald's demonic language, combined with those red eyes, silenced the other side.

"Your Excellency Rastolle, this ...... What he said was ......"

It doesn't matter if Oguf can't understand the other party's words, because he can't understand it, he won't be able to understand it.

Jeffrey Rastolle on the other side didn't understand either, but he had heard the same accent he had heard, a language only demons could speak!

"Who are you?"

At this time, the two naturally did not dare to put on the previous contemptuous posture again, and after a moment of silence, Rastolle asked tentatively.

"The possessor of the wisdom of the abyss, the guide of evil power......"

Donald understood that the two men didn't know what to say anymore, but didn't make a change and continued to speak in that tone.

Jeffrey Rastoller in the shadows was stunned, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, what should he do?

“...... Who are you to dare to restrain my puppets!"

There was silence for a while, pretending to be adjusting, and then switching to human language, defining one's identity in the name of the demon.

Yes, not the contractor, but the puppet.

Donald did say in the carriage that he was a demon contractor, but just like Oguf thought, he really didn't have anything on him that could make the demon look good, and the contractor didn't say that he should be right, so at this time he proposed another puppet identity as a demon.

Does that sound inconsistent?

That's what Donald wants.

"Isn't he your contractor?"

By this point, both Rastol and Oguf had already believed Donald, not because they could easily trust others, but because Donald's means of proving his identity were too real.

Demon language is not some kind of ability, just like the mother tongue of human beings, as long as someone teaches it, it can definitely be learned, but has Donald been taught? In less than a month, he has changed from an ordinary person to a demon language alien, on his own? That's not a big joke!

Unfortunately, the joke is true......

"Only those who have been immersed in the abyss are qualified to accept my power, this human just happened to accept my arrival and became my puppet, and I will use him to help me do something...... Your souls don't look like normal people, oh, dark souls, intoxicating sin aura. ”

The demon itself is a creature full of contradictions, deception and plunder are in their nature, and the message that Donald wants to convey to the two people in front of him is that the demon has enslaved Donald Grant in the name of a contractor, who thinks he is a contractor, but in fact he is nothing more than a puppet to throw when he runs out.

That's right, the devil is supposed to be like this, how can a waste like Donald Grant be truly bestowed by the devil?

In the darkness, someone stepped into the lighted area, shiny leather shoes, dusty, black trench coat hanging down to the knees, the upper body was lined with formal clothes, the lower body was ironed with crisp trousers, and the hands were wearing black leather gloves, which was the habit of the upper class, proving that no labor was done at home.

The dark gold pocket watch chain hangs from the right pocket, and in one hand he carries a cane encrusted with emeralds and gemstones, which glistens in the light.

"Presumably you will have troubles in the human world, and you can make a deal at any time, I, Jeffrey Rastoller, have completed several transactions with the Shadow Walkers, and know the rules well, please allow me to speak to you as a contractor and pay tribute to the Abyss!"

Neither humble nor arrogant, compared to the man who cowered in the darkness and even walked forward, Rastolle stood in front of Donald, just bowed briefly, and then raised his head, leaving only white pupils and flowing black mist in his sunken eye sockets.

The kerosene lamp above his head is flickering and flickering, and the flames are afraid!

Demon Contractor!

No wonder Rastor has a transcendent status, a demon contractor, and his status in the cult is beyond doubt!

This is a real big guy...... At this point, we must not show our timidity.

"Haha, interesting, I do have some skills...... If I'm not mistaken, you humans like to collect certain tablets, documents, and the like that have been written down in special scripts, but you don't know the real contents?"

Demonic knowledge, that was the only bargaining chip in Donald's hands, and he couldn't get the two of them to ask for abilities or special items, because that was something he couldn't do.

He used himself as an example before, cutting off the possibility of giving abilities, and as for items, he naturally wouldn't take things with him when he was in an advent state.

When talking to these people, you can't look at what they want, but you have to look at what you have!

So Donald chose to open the topic in advance, like a slate in an underground market, and although he didn't write down all the content during the translation process, Donald still knew something about it.

With this kind of writing in his possession, and the slate in the seller's hand, it was clear that something similar would still exist, and he did not believe that a cult with access to demons would not collect such things.

"Would you like to help us understand the Lost Slate?"

This was a transaction that had not been able to be completed by several previous communications with another demon, and it was actually a breakthrough in this form, and Rastol was immediately a little surprised.

"This puppet, I have not signed a contract with him, I can't give power directly, and I want him to believe in me with all his heart, because his mental power is too weak, so I can't use power through him under normal circumstances, do you understand what you have to give?"

Donald had already thought about what he wanted, but he couldn't take the initiative to speak.

Didn't the predecessor join this cult in order to enhance his own strength?

So did he.

It's just that the method of the predecessor is to kneel on the ground and beg people, which is different from him.

He wants these people to be willingly offered by their hands!

"It's not difficult to completely convince Donald Grant, he is eager to obtain extraordinary abilities, I will provide you with the talent potion recipe in the wizarding system and the ritual circle used together, as long as he sees it, he will no longer have any doubts about you, as for the things that enhance mental power, we have some secret medicines to help meditation, and the finished medicine still has some inventory, which can be given to you together, but if the puppet itself does not have meditation methods, we can naturally provide them, but the value of meditation methods is somewhat ......"

Jeffrey Rastoller, even though he made a deal with the devil, he still thinks about grabbing more benefits for himself!

"Talent formulas and potions that enhance the effects of meditation are exchanged for the Lost Slate that you feel are equivalent, remember, secondary negotiation is not allowed, I will only give you one chance!"

Donald and Sir have talked about the Spell Skill Scroll, and now it's time to use the cult to get something else.