"Hmm... He's very handsome, and he's a handsome guy..."

Early in the morning of the second day when Iger came to the castle of Mammon, a group of devils appeared in the deserted castle at some point, and they were looking around Iger curiously.

A tall lady looked at Egger in amazement, and from time to time she picked up Egger's chin with a small fan in her hand and looked Egger's little face up and down.

"Hmm—" Egg's little face was pinched and deformed, and he muttered indistinctly.

"The figure looks like Mammon... But she looks more like Flosibina...", a strong man like an iron tower stood behind Egger with his arms crossed.

"I brought him back!" Chonghua laughed and communicated with the people around him: "How is it? If it weren't for me, he would have run away! ”

Iger noticed that this group of devils really spoke any language, most of the time they communicated in English, French and Chinese and other earth languages, and sometimes they would subconsciously say some more obscure languages when they laughed.

That's the ancient magic text...

Are you really not afraid of blowing up the house?

"We should give him some little gift... What do you say? In terms of age, he should be my nephew..."

A boy with red horns on his head floated in the air, looking at Egger curiously: "Your name is Egger, right?" My name is Belier, and I'm an uncle~"

Beryl's eyes were wide, dark eyes that looked like a deep pool, and he curled up in front of Egger, his tail wagging behind him.

Egg looked at the devil in front of him who looked about the same size as himself, and didn't know if he should call him uncle...

"I'm two thousand six hundred and thirty-two years old!" Beryl said with a grin.

Egger: "......"

"Come and call uncle~ call uncle~ eh, hey, hey, hey..."Beryl grinned and smirked.

Iger couldn't help but wonder if he was really in hell.

No matter how you look at this style of painting, it doesn't match the legendary hell...

"Uncle... Uncle—" Iger cried out a little reluctantly.

"Huh!" Bailier suddenly laughed happily, and he turned his head to think about the group of devils next to him showing off: "He called me uncle, did you hear?" Hahaha..."

"Your... There's the smell of my offspring..."A slightly cold voice came to Egg's ear, and Egg turned his head to see a tall, thin man sniffing beside him...

Egger: "!! ”

I'm asking you all to be normal, okay!

"Go farther, Cain! Don't be so disgusting! Florabina dragged Cain away and took Egg behind her: "You are not called offspring, but poor toy creations!" If you have the ability, you can give birth to one! ”

Cain...

Iger knows the name well...

The ancestor of the vampires...

This is the true ancestor of vampires, not the hundreds or thousands of years old vampires like Dracula...

At this time, in the auditorium of the castle, more and more devils came to watch Egg, and in a short time, forty or fifty people appeared here...

Egger also discovered for the first time that it turned out that they were all the same devil race, and even if they had different skin colors, there would be devils of different colors!

For example, a guy with flames burning all over his body, Egg always thought that he looked a lot like the sword demon in the game he played in his previous life...

There was also a man with a brown complexion, with a handsome face and a quiet and indifferent temperament.

There are even devils who are black all over their bodies, but the devils on their bodies are white.

Iger discovers that the common denominator of these demons is horns, wings, and tails.

Originally, Iger thought his tail was very annoying, and it looked cheap...

But now that he looks at it, Egger thinks his tail is actually okay...

For example, Mammon's tail and Flosebina's tail are always unconsciously gently hooked together, and Beria's tail is always sweeping around her side, as if to drive away flies or something.

In contrast, Iger found that his tail turned out to be quite obedient!

For the first time, Egger felt a sense of identity here.

No one here is always staring at the horns above his head, because everyone has...

No one paid any attention to Egg's rich black eyeshadow anymore, because everyone had all kinds of magic patterns on their faces.

Even the fingernails, the people here are the same as Egger, a rich black that can't be dissolved.

Flosebina was chatting with a few beautiful ladies, showing off something from time to time.

"I'm going to give my army of the dead as a gift to my son!" Iger faintly heard this sentence...

"Oh! It's so good, he's going to love it! The lady on the side said.

Who would love it!

Would you like to send something normal, Mother?

For example, the maid sisters in the house, cough cough cough... Something...

What Chonghua said before was right, there are only more than 100 demons in this world, but there are many succubi as a vassal race, and in this castle alone, there are more than 100 succubi serving Flosebina!

And what makes Iger most helpless is that he visually inspects that these succubi may not be much worse than his current strength...

After all, it is one of the higher races in hell, and although it is only a vassal of the devils, it is not comparable to other races in any case.

You can't use it...

"That's right, that's right! I'm showing you the gift I'm going to give to Egger! Beryl raised his hand to attract the attention of his surroundings, and then he reached out and grabbed it in the void, and a somewhat dim and mutilated light appeared in his hand.

"Look, look! O mutilated soul! Belier exclaimed excitedly, "When I was sleeping that day..."

"Aren't you sleeping any day?" Mammon glanced at Belier.

"Don't interrupt me!" Bailier waved his hand: "This guy may have just come to hell or something, he actually wants to take me away!" ”

"Fortunately, I found out in time! If it's a little later..."Beryl looked at Egg with a serious face, "He's going to be killed by my head maid..."

Egger: "......"

"It's hard work for him, the devil's soul and body can be counted as a whole, and his efforts are in vain...", Beryl muttered with some regret.

it... It's not the same plot I expected...

Co-author: Are you worried about this kind of thing?

"I'm sending you~" Beryl casually stuffed the soul into Egg's hand: "Broken souls are very rare, I just heard that about a thousand years ago or so, some dark wizards could split their souls, but the souls will still be reorganized after death, but this one is still a broken piece, shouldn't you be unlucky to run into a dementor?" Hahaha..."

Wait, Dementors?

Iger was stunned when he heard this, and set his eyes on the piece of soul in his hand, and sure enough, Egger found that he had met a fellow countryman...

Egg: "(*^▽^*) What a coincidence~"

Voldemort: "......"

Let me die thanks...

Why?

Why is that?

I've been beaten to hell, why did I meet this guy?

For a moment, Voldemort's heart was mixed.

When I first came to Hell, I saw a guy who was sleeping very soundly, and that guy looked like Egger the boy, and he was probably of the same race.

And he looks younger, and if I take his body, I'll be stronger, and then I can kill him again and get revenge on that devil cub!"

I never thought of it... I can't even give up on it, I can't even stand up to a little maid standing next to someone's bed...

The most disgusting thing is that this guy actually delivered me to Egger!

Voldemort: The bitter wow, ahhh