After a long struggle, Orlan finally sat down limply again, gasping for air. The pen www.biquge.info could see that the noble duke was trying to control his panic, but his body betrayed him.

That is to say...... If I receive purification, my soul will disappear with my body? ”

For him, death has long since become a very distant word. He had thought about enduring his illness, about being reincarnated, and even about giving his soul to the devil's servants, but he never wanted to let his entire soul go up in smoke.

Completely disappeared, and no longer had anything to do with this world, becoming a speck of dust in the original power.

But if you think about it, it seems that this is a better ending than now, at least there is no more pain.

Just when Orlan was finally willing to face up to the fact that he was about to say goodbye to this world forever-

"But we have a solution, if you don't care about the risks, you can give it a try."

The Duke of Oran turned his head in astonishment. He was almost ready to die, and when his heart was about to leave the last bit of obsession, he was suddenly pulled back by Annie's words.

Pijie on the side had to admit that the timing of this little girl's speech was just right, first let a person who was extremely excited experience the feeling of falling into an ice cellar, and then pull it up when the other party was half frozen to death, and make a warm oven to roast it hot.

Alice, who somehow suddenly loosened her nerve, muttered in a low voice, "Our method is to feed your soul to the dog!" ”

Only Piger heard that. Oran's lips twitched when he learned that he still had a chance to live, like a fish longing for water, and waited eagerly for Anne to continue.

Over the next few minutes, the former archmage heard a method that was difficult for him to understand. This method is accomplished using the laws of space, the attributes of the Soul Eater, and the loopholes in the devil's contract, and it is more like a carefully arranged game.

In order to convince Oran of what she said, Anne pointed them out on the "Amazing Encyclopedia".

"Are you sure this is possible?"

After a long silence, Oran couldn't help but ask, "Can we really go back to Atlantis?" ”

"I'm just trying, and it's perfectly feasible in theory, but it's not necessarily in practice." Anne didn't seem to be very concerned about this, and threw back the question Orlan gave her yesterday perfectly, "You can think about it again, and we won't bother today." ”

Just as the group was about to go out, Oran suddenly stopped them from behind.

Anne turned her head and saw that the old man's face had a look that only a man in the twilight had.

"Sit down. I still have some things to attend to, and if we can, we can complete this ritual today. - After living in the Primordial Plane for so many years, maybe I should really go back to Atlantis. ”

No one expected the old man to make a decision so quickly. In their eyes, Anne's proposed method is indeed an adventure, and if something goes wrong, Orlan will still be a slave to the devil, and will not be able to turn back until the end of the day.

While feeling sincerely admired for this kind of decisive spirit, Pigger also saw through the nature of the man in front of him: he was still greedy for the world, and he couldn't extricate himself from the play.

How far can people go?

After several cups of coffee in a row, Orlan finally walked out with a few pieces of paper.

"These are seventy percent of the wealth I have accumulated in the European Empire for hundreds of years, and I will now leave it to you to deal with."

Anne wanted to say that these things would soon be of little use to them, but Alice unceremoniously took the contract, and when she looked at the numbers, she couldn't help but be amazed.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this old man is rich and rivals the country, but now he lives in such a simple house, and there are only these servants around him, which is so shabby compared to his wealth that he is slamming the door.

What a few people didn't know was that these two seemingly almost mechanical manservants were almost omnipotent, with intelligence higher than ordinary people, and mastered various skills; Two act as masseurs and maids of sexy yul. In fact, they were all cultivated by the old man of Orlan at a great price, and there were only these two outstanding candidates among the more than a hundred candidates, both of whom had studied in the highest universities in the empire, and were said to be the daughters of two nobles. The state of the tuning becomes both windy. Love and talent.

Even Dasco Popov, a goblin who doesn't look like a goblin with any ability, is an extraordinary existence. This guy was an important person in charge of finances in a certain principality when he was in Atlantis, and he absconded with the money because he was dissatisfied with his salary, and later joined the goblin adventure team in order to clear his identity, and he was mainly responsible for the management of income and daily expenses, and rarely participated in battles.

For these people, Orlan didn't hide anything from them at all, and a good tacit understanding had already been formed between the master and servant. Of course, the remuneration for service is also surprisingly high, and the income of each person working under him for a year is almost worth the taxes collected by the minor nobles of the European Empire for half a lifetime.

Now, the Duke's servants, including the goblin Dasco, hurried out of this gloomy place shrouded in ominous aura with the last of the money they would have had for a lifetime.

Coming to the basement again, Piger couldn't help but feel a little distressed as he looked at the black mist in front of him.

The soul beads made by the Sanctuary-level mages are high-end goods that can accommodate thousands of people at one time. In the eyes of those who don't know the goods, this is an extra-large glass bead, but it can accommodate so many soul collisions in the primordial plane where the power of the enchanted item is halved, which shows that the level of the mage of the Sanctuary and the material of the magic weapon are not covered.

Unfortunately, this thing is about to be crushed by the forces of order.

Facing upwards on his back, the Duke of Oran closed his eyes and slowly opened his arms, like a believer praying to the divine. However, he was confronted with a real devil.

"I, H. Oran, in the witness of the Source Power, ...... to the Covenant Builder Satan the Demon King and his apostles surrender their souls...... May I always be their slave......"

It took a long time to read these sentences. Not only Oran, who has made a bet on his future fate, but even these people next to him feel extremely depressed, because the success or failure of the matter is also related to their fate.

Regardless of the outcome, H. Oran will be forever lost in this plane, and his name will be fixed hundreds of years ago, along with the statues of the founders.

The people living in Huangyan City, if they were still awake at this time, would have noticed some kind of strange change.

A cold smell began to spread in this warm season, and the flowers that had bloomed at night quietly closed together, or simply withered and withered. The originally golden moon was separated by a thin layer of blood mist, and a bloody smell filled the air.

The whole world seemed to shake slightly.