In the middle of the night, everything fell asleep quietly, and the door of Ilte's room was closed. There was a faint purple glow through the crack in the door.

If the royal magician of the royal capital were present at this time, he would have felt the magic being performed in the room.

"Little dream, I've failed again, I can't connect with 'him'... But I feel the presence of 'him', and it's here. ”

Ilt tugged at the clothes on his chest and whined at the blue Dream Beast sitting on the windowsill.

"Moo!"

The little mung bean-like eyes blinked, and it didn't understand the master's troubles very well, it could only take away the master's nightmare after the master fell asleep, but Ilte's nightmare seemed to never end, night after night.

"Tia's necklace is so powerful that even I can't control it, but that little girl can control it so easily, I really can't understand it."

Ilt knocked his head in anguish,

"But I'm really sorry to make you that kind of monster, everything is caused by 'him', if I find 'him', I will teach him a lesson for you!"

Ilt clenched his fist in his left hand, knuckles clicking.

"Everything is still going according to our plan, and although I can't use the necklace you stole and was used by 'him' because of it, it almost ruined my business, but I still saved Tia and won Alan's trust, and it was worth it. At present, it is certain that "Creation Poetry" is no longer in Allen's hands, and he seems to have a strong hostility to "Creation Poetry", but as long as I follow Allen, "Creation Poetry" will belong to me after all. ”

Ilt said confidently,

"It's just that the next things can't be ruined by 'him' anymore."

Ilt lowered his head and fell silent,

"What I see is what he sees, what I hear is what he hears, and it is inevitable that all secrets will no longer be secrets, and a way must be found..."

Ilt took off the glove of his left hand that he had been carrying, and the glowing metal mechanical arm was even more chilly in the dimly lit room. In the palm of the machine, a high-level magic circle of the demon clan was running. He clenched his outstretched hand suddenly, and his entire arm made a metallic grinding sound.

"Qile, although I promised you not to use this arm again, but now I have no other way to think of it, forgive me."

Ilte closed his eyes and spread out his mechanical palm again, and the magic circle in his palm slowly emerged from his hand into the air, gradually enveloping Ilte. The black circle continued to spread, and the whole room was filled with gray mist, and the little dream on the windowsill trembled with fear, covering his eyes with his big ears, not daring to look at the scene in front of him:

Ilte's left shoulder was bubbling with blood at the junction of the robotic arm, and his entire arm was shaking. Eventually, the part that joined the shoulder began to crack, and the whole arm seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and as if it was forcibly detached from the body, Ilt held back the pain and silently recited the incantation in his mouth,

"O Elsa of Purgatory, please listen to my request again"

The right hand drew a new circle in the mist, and in the dark mist, a bewitching figure gradually appeared in front of Ilte's eyes, with long purple hair tied into a double ponytail swimming like a poisonous snake in the mist, delicate as a girl's face, a pair of purple eyes bewitching at Ilte.

"Young man, do you know what will happen to summoning me again?"

Elsa, the god of purgatory, lifted Ilte's chin with a finger and looked down at him coldly,

"Beautiful Elsa, I summoned you before, you took one of my arms, although I also got what I wanted, but the side effects that came with it are also obvious."

Ilt looked at his broken left arm and continued,

"Now I call you again in the hope that you will seal the 'he' in my body..."

His left arm had been cut off in half from his body, and the pain and blood loss made Ilt pale in the face. When he didn't speak, he relied on his tightly bitten jaws so that he wouldn't pass out. I also have to bargain with the God of Purgatory, and at this time, Ilt hopes that the God of Purgatory will not be too cruel.

"Hehehehe! Are you begging me? ”

Elsa's laughter makes people shudder,

"I can help you, but what can you give me in exchange?"

Elsa's slender fingers ran coldly across Ilte's chest, tapping against it to feel the heartbeat inside.

"In exchange, I'm willing to give half of my soul, and 'he' doesn't want to share this body with me anyway, how about it?"

Ilte's royal blue eyes gradually dimmed, as if eroded by endless darkness.

"You're really calculating, no wonder humans call you a genius, this kind of non-loss-making business has been thought out of you, it seems that I have to get to know you again."

Elsa's delicate face was close to Ilte's ear, her hands pressed his head to her chest, her long snake-like hair swam in the air, gradually enveloping Ilte, the huge milk mountain shook in front of Ilte's eyes, exuding the fragrance of temptation, and the nightmarish voice sounded in her ears,

"Let me also give your heart with me, and become one with me, and enjoy eternal life."