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Pierger was alone in the cubicle rummaging through the papers, almost losing track of the time, and only to open the door and come out to find that it was already dark. After waiting hungry for a while, Anne and Alice finally dragged their tired bodies open the door and walked in.

"Bang!"

The two women lay down on the bed in the same way. The thin bed couldn't help the momentary pressure, and made a "crunch" sound, and the good elasticity almost bounced Betty out of the bed who had just pounced on the bed.

"Looks like we're going to have to promise that old fellow, Anne." Alice muttered, "These merchants even know where we're hiding, and if it weren't for Sem's presence, they might have circled us two or three times." Anyway, it is really undeserved that the family helped us so much today, and we didn't even invite us to dinner. ”

Anne was about to speak, when she suddenly felt something soft at her ankles, and then she felt her skirt inexplicably being pulled downward.

Sister Fallen Angel sat up and looked at the unscrupulous vicious dog on the ground pulling her long skirt outward, with a posture of vowing not to give up until she reached her goal.

"Pipsqueak—"

Pije glanced up at her and continued.

Although Anne had known early on that her companion was not a good bird, it was strange to be like this now. After pondering for two seconds, Anne stood up and followed Piger's direction toward the inner room.

When he entered the house, the not very serious husky suddenly turned his head and closed the door with his paws under Anne's surprised eyes.

"Pije?" Anne grimaced.

However, Piger ignored her, but jumped onto the desk in three or two steps, opened a very heavy book, and flipped it down.

This book is familiar to Anne. I think that when she and the elf girl first arrived at the original plane and were busy looking for a house to live in, they wanted to throw away this useless thing for a while, but in the end they stayed for various reasons.

Is there something important in this?

Then, in the surprised eyes of the fallen angel's sister, marks made of paw prints appeared in front of her.

If you look closely, most of the marks are related to contracts and souls. In addition to the simple marking, there is some crooked handwriting on some of the blank inner pages. Anne watched it for a long time, and finally realized that it was written by Pije with her fingernails stained in ink.

She carefully read the part that Pierge had marked, and then looked at the words on it, understanding the guy's train of thought. After thinking silently for a while, the fallen angel sister finally said, "If it is really like what this astrologer said, your idea is feasible. ”

Then Anne went over some of the things she knew, along with the thoughts she had just sorted out. This Nizi's mind is indeed more complex than Piger's, and at first glance it seems perfect.

Of course, the danger is still there, both for Pigger and Oran, but it's mostly under control.

So, after some careful calculations, Piggie and Anne decided to go to the old fellow of Orlan to-night, lest there be any new trouble tomorrow.

Unlike yesterday's gloomy sky, the hazy moonlight reappeared in the evening, and the fog that shrouded the western suburbs gradually dissipated with the falling temperature.

In this way, the lighting tools that Alice had prepared were useless. The girl's expression was much calmer than yesterday's, probably because the light of the moon Themis reminded him of the holy light in the temple, and he overcame his fear with psychological comfort.

After two taps in front of the door of the small building, it was the same two young servants who came out yesterday and opened the door, leading them into the house.

This time, with the light of the moon, the group finally saw the scene inside the courtyard clearly. Bare tree trunks, withered flowers and dry grass. The evil aura emitted by the thousands of dark night creatures from the soul orb caused these plants to lose their aura.

The Duke of Oran did not expect them to be here today. He had just had dinner in the company of Dasco and the two girls, and was about to beckon the servant next to him to give himself another shot of painkiller.

When Anne and her party entered the house, the duke's eyes lit up, and it seemed that all the sickness had disappeared in an instant.

"You've got it figured?" Although he tried to keep his composure, his voice still exuded a mixture of excitement, excitement, and complacency, and he turned his head and ordered, "You guys bring my asset book now." ”

But this excitement is not destined to last long. Anne stopped the servant and said, "We are here today to tell you that your plan will not work. ”

Oran was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and didn't seem to understand what she meant, and looked at her suspiciously.

"Even if we agree to use Betty's purifying light to break your contract with the devil, your soul will still not be reincarnated, but will simply be destroyed."

Anne's expression was very indifferent.

"There is only one reason why your three thousand subordinate souls can exist in the primordial plane now, and that is that they have been marked with the devil's contract, so they have escaped the order power of this plane. If you die, your soul is the same as when it is not taken by the devil. Once the traces of the Devil's Pact are erased with the Light of Purification, your soul will no longer meet the conditions for existence in this plane, and will disappear in an instant due to the effect of the power of order. ”

The Duke of Oran stood there, silently thinking over Anne's words. Although he used to be a Sanctuary-level mage and often dealt with souls, he really couldn't tell whether what this little girl said was true or false for a while, so he squinted his eyes and asked, "How do you know this?" ”

Anne handed him the "Encyclopedia of Amazement of the Three Planes" covered with dog paw prints, and read out a page.

The archmage, who had fought fiercely on the battlefield with the Light Race, and the founding duke who led a large army to eliminate the invaders, leaned back as if his strength had run out after reading the dense words on the book. Had it not been for two servants holding him up behind him, the nobleman would have fallen to the ground in a very ungraceful posture.

"Painkillers!"

Seeing a few people busy with the old Ollan, Piger felt no need to be so nervous. Although the pain will act on the nerves, no matter how painful it is, he will never die of pain.

It will be painful to grow old, but it will not die or die, such a person lives in the world, and experiences the feeling that life is worse than death all the time.