It's just a very ordinary, even somewhat rudimentary tavern.

The fishermen shouted loudly and pushed open the wooden door, entered the tavern, waved their hands to the counter, let out a vulgar laugh, stretched out their hands to slap the plump buttocks of the mediocre waitress in a low-cut maid's suit, in exchange for annoyed or frivolous mockery, and then took the wooden cup in front of them and drank the bad wine inside. Then he talked with the other guests in the tavern, about everything from the bathing of the peasant girls in the neighborhood to the recent harvest of the sea, to the strange stories that had been rumored recently. Mixed with the smell of sweat, wine, and the smell of those strange foods, no one was spared——— except for the guest sitting in the corner.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, and wore a crisp red gown that didn't match this kind of country tavern, with no half of the folds on it. The slender, pianist-like finger with a ring encrusted with huge gems is enough to blind anyone's dog's eye. The long, dark soft hair was combed back, and a handful of beautiful little goatees were unusually clean. That handsome and dashing face is enough to make anyone swoon with it, even if it is to sacrifice their own life. But now, he sat quietly, raised his silver glass, and leisurely tasted the fine wine inside. In front of him were dozens of black-covered cards, piled up like this, and then scattered like fortune tellers. The man just looked at the card in front of him with a smile and was silent. But to his surprise, no one paid any attention to his presence, not even the farmer who was only five meters away from him, foaming at the mouth about how he had cheated with the widow next door, and did not pay the slightest attention to the man who was close to him.

Until another person arrives.

He pushed open the door like a ghost, but no one noticed his presence. Even the smiling waitress at the door stared blankly at the shadows that flashed in front of her. No one paid attention to his presence, and no one made way for him, but the figure passed through the crowded gap with ease, and even the wine that swayed in the air did not contaminate his body. Then he came to the man, and then stretched out his hand. He pulled out a chair across from the man and sat down. Then he turned to the waitress, snapped his fingers slightly, and soon a waitress came to him with a blank look.

"A roast chicken, a white bread, a plate of vegetable and fruit salad, a pot of wild berry wine, two lamb chops. Sauce a little more. Be fresh. A grilled fish, remember to pick the thorns. Also, add more spices to the roast chicken and don't burn it. ”

As he spoke, Rhodes stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly, and with his movements, a gold coin flew out like this, and then fell into the deep career line on the chest of the waitress in the low-cut long dress. The waitress glared at him with a shy expression. Then he turned and left. It was only then that Rod rubbed his hands. Then he looked at the man in front of him who was playing a fortune-telling game alone, and nodded to him.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"No, it's nothing, Your Majesty Rod, it's just that I came early. And now..............." said as the man took out a golden pocket watch from his bosom and opened it with a "click". “……… The timing is just right, and you don't need to apologize for it. ”

"Okay, then I'll take back my apologies."

Hearing the man's answer, Rhodes nodded. Then he leaned back in his chair leisurely. Unlike the neatly dressed man in front of him, although Rhodes also wore a black dress, it showed a certain loose concept. The buttons above the collar are not firmly fastened, and the coat is also worn casually in an open style, which looks like the owner is at home. But even so, he's dressed like a successful man in modern society, as if you could never imagine a man with gold-rimmed glasses and designer clothes in a luxury car going to one of those dirty-looking diners. But amazingly, although the presence of these two people in this tavern was so explosive, the fishermen and farmers around them still did not notice their presence, and did not even look at them.

And Rhodes came here obviously not to go deep into the grassroots and experience people's livelihood.

"Hello, first meeting, Your Majesty Asmodes."

Looking at the man in front of him, Rod nodded, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the man in front of him with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. What appeared in front of him at this moment was the Lord of the Nine Layers of Hell, the King of All Devils, the King of Hell, and the incarnation of the ——— Asmodeus. As the most cautious and cunning king of the devil, Asmodeus would never appear in front of anyone in person, even if the other party was the dragon of creation. Not to mention that this wasn't his cozy nest, but the main plane. Just from the fact that the Lord of the Nine Layers of Hell was willing to expend his strength to send his own avatar to come, it could be seen how important the matter discussed by the two sides was this time.

"I think you've already learned from Celestina what we're talking about this time. Quite simply, I need your help so that I don't suffer any attacks or any accidental effects when I set up a node in the nine levels of Hell. I think you already know the specifics of this plan. ”

"Of course, Your Majesty Rod."

Gently lowering the wine glass in his hand, Asmodeis revealed an elegant, warm smile that makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"I have to admit that you have a bold idea, and no one has ever thought of such a thing in all these years. Even the rubbish under my command is the same, and while timidity and caution are necessary traits, you can't accomplish great things if you look ahead. It's the same with those who have been my enemies, it's not enough to have lofty ideals, and if you don't actually do it, then it's meaningless, isn't it? ”

"So, let's talk about the specifics."

Rhodes ignored Asmodes' words before, it was very simple, he knew how powerful this Lord of the Nine Layers of Hell was, and if he took him to the ditch, he wouldn't be able to climb out of it. So in the face of Asmodes's seemingly pointful words, Rhodes did not respond, but continued to follow his own track. For this meeting, he can be said to have gone to great lengths, not going to the Nine Layers of Hell, but specifically specifying that negotiations in the main plane are also one of them. Anyone who negotiates with the devil in hell will die a miserable death, not an ordinary miserable death. Because in the nine layers of hell, the power of the word "contract" is everywhere. And if you make a casual agreement in the middle of the conversation, then it means that your soul will be completely taken by the nine hells. There was once a mage who tried to make a deal with the Lust Demon in Hell, and he was confident that as long as he relied on his own ingenuity, then the Lust Demon would not be a problem. But the hapless mage completely ignored Hell's toughness on the power of the oath, and just as he lowered his stupid head and promised the demon that he could do something for her, the demon smiled and made a condition for him.

"Kill all the devils in this plane in ten minutes."

Of course, it was impossible for this sad mage to do this, so he was regarded by Bato Hell as a living specimen of a broken contract——— and it is unknown whether this hapless mage became a vessel for the demon to cultivate soul larvae, or whether he became a conjugator to start his new life from Hell.

In between, Rhodes would never do business with Asmodeus in Hell, although as he was the dragon of creation, the rules of Bato Hell could not bind him, but who knows if there would be any traps buried in it? It's what the devils do best, isn't it?

"Quite simply, Your Majesty Rhodes, my demon army needs to deal with those fierce chaos and demons, and there is no extra energy to protect your so-called node. And, if I'm not mistaken, the Chaos side will know what you're going to do, so there's a good chance they'll attack us when you set up the nodes. Now that we've lost Casseri and the grey ruins have been captured, it's a very tricky problem for us. ”

Speaking of this, Asmodeis smiled and spread his hands to look at Rod, looking "The landlord's family has no surplus grain these days", but if Rod really believes him, it will be a real hell. But even so, he has to use this to reach an agreement with Asmodeis ——— basis, even if there is only one basis, then it is enough for Rod. The devil is still quite good in terms of credibility, as long as he doesn't fall for them.

"So what do you want us to do?"

At this moment, the waitress came again with a full plate and filled the table in front of her. Rhodes reached out and tore off one of the legs of the roast chicken——— the rich, almost excessive smell of spices beneath the slightly charred surface came to his nose, but Rod still didn't mind picking up the steaming white bread next to him, and began to spread the slightly unappetizing sauce on it.

"Quite simply, Your Majesty Rhodes, the Grey Ruins and the Castlely are very important places for us, and we don't have enough troops to advance on several fronts at the same time. So we need you to help us defend one of these lines until ..............."

"I don't think we either have so much time to waste, Your Majesty Asmodeus."

The corners of Rod's mouth turned up slightly, and a hint of an elegant smile appeared. Then he clapped his hands, and then took the bottle of fine fruit wine from the side.

"So, please state your conditions directly........." (To be continued......