In the Pacific island country J, on the huge wooden bed covered by the red curtain, the red-haired boy raised his hand and stretched his waist, looked at the two maids who were still asleep, and covered them with the quilt tightly. The boy got out of bed, got dressed, and walked out of the room. The two sleeping maids woke up in the blink of an eye, got dressed quickly, and ran out.

In the distance, the reddish-brown earth is boundless, and the road is covered with low round thatched houses. On both sides of the road, rusty hoes and shovels were carried by ragged peasants into the town made of gravel in twos and threes. An open-air bar, miners with crooked miners' hats and bottles in their hands are drinking sake in a bang.

Two horses march side by side along the cobblestone path, "treading on it".

"Young master, did you sleep well last night?" The red veil covered her face, and the slender woman covered her mouth and smiled on the horse.

"Little Pink is so powerful, it tosses me. Jenny is not lazy, what's the matter, do you want to fight together for five hundred rounds. The red-haired boy rubbed his shoulders on his horse.

"Don't, hahaha." The woman burst out laughing, and countless peasants looked up at the two of them in gorgeous clothes, and walked with their heads bowed again.

"Young master, you are so simple, it's not that you can't follow you if you grow some 'blood sword'." The woman approached the boy and spoke in a voice that only two people could hear, and after saying that, the horse ran to the front.

The young man blushed for a moment, and patted the horse after him.

Not far away, a closed wooden door opened gently, and a swarthy man with tattoos came out of it, stretched out his hand and lifted his pants, "Guest officer, go slowly!" A middle-aged woman with a slightly chubby body who rubbed rouge and powdered came out from behind, and the woman stroked the blouse that had faded from her shoulders to her chest and waved to the big man. Turning around, he walked into the room.

"Who are you?!" The middle-aged woman looked at the two people in the room and shouted in horror.

"It doesn't matter who we are, it's you: Darol, Cocowitch, we're going to make a deal with you." The "Blood Sword" walked in front of the middle-aged woman and stretched out his sword.

"I really don't know Darol, Coco Witch, and I don't know you either, so I beg you two to let me go." The middle-aged woman knelt on her knees and pleaded, her eyes darling back and forth from time to time.

"Don't look, no one can save you now, there are only two ways in front of you: die or cooperate!" The boy reached behind and locked the door.

"I really don't know, and I don't know why you found me!" The middle-aged woman was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and kowtowed incessantly.

"Open the skylight and say something bright, you don't pretend! It's useless to pretend, I've looked into everything about you. "Blood Sword" looked down at the middle-aged woman with a sneer. You know Dadawu and Krum, maybe it's better to call Dack."

Hearing Dark's words, the middle-aged woman stopped crying, stood up, and pulled her hair back on the crystal ball. "I'm Darol and Cocowitch, and I don't know what they do."

"We're going to do business with you, to be exact, with the guy behind you." "Blood Sword" stroked the dust that had fallen from the roof on his clothes with his hand.

"It's much easier to do business with me, pay with one hand and give it to others. To do business with the one behind me, I don't know how much you decide to pay. The woman named Darrol and Coco Witch looked at the red-haired boy licking his tongue.

"Don't think about him, we have our own bargaining chips, I don't know how much it cost you to convince the Holy Light Crusaders American Legion Bishops Dadawitch and Krum to rebel." The "Blood Sword" stretched out its sword in front of the red-haired boy, tilting his body to look at Daroel.

"The Dak you're talking about, well, it's very simple, it took about three hundred shrine maidens, and the blessing of the master." The Darol Shrine Maiden crossed her arms and laughed.

"Oh, at the cost of a little... Less..."Blood Sword stared at the Witch of Daroor, "Trust me, we have a good enough price to satisfy your master".

"Excellent! I hope so. The Witch of Daroll stared at the "Blood Sword" and saw it.

"The negotiation is settled, then let's meet your master," the red-haired boy smiled and nodded at the Darol Witch and made a gesture of please.

"Excellent! Don't let the host down! The Darol Witch nodded. Press and hold a stone slab in the corner of the wall. The slab slowly opened, and beneath it was a secret chamber. The witch sniffed, then fanned the moldy air with her hand and walked to the altar in the middle of the chamber. The dark blue altar has a strangely shaped instrument. The woman skillfully turned on the switch and said a bunch of characters into the instrument. The red-haired boy and the "Blood Sword" looked at each other and jumped down.

The machine whined, and after a while, a light curtain was cast on and off the instrument switch, and a figure in a black cloak with a dark glow sat on a tall chair.

"Great Master" the witch knelt on the ground and prostrate her hands on the ground, "Thank you for giving me eternal life." ”

The figure in the darkness glanced at the witch who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a hollow, indistinguishable accent between men and women: "Servant, what you did last time was very good, this time summon me, what is the matter".

"Great master," the witch said with her hands on the ground, "calling you this time because there is someone on Mars who makes a deal with you."

"Mars? Oh, that's good, have you brought it," said the tall black figure sitting in a chair in a hollow voice.

"Yes, great masters, they are here", the witch got up and pointed at the red-haired boy and the "blood sword".

The red-haired boy and the "Blood Sword" looked at each other, nodded, and walked to the altar.

"Great Hell Demon King, I am the Martian Commander "Blood Sword", he is our young marshal and the agent of the deal with you. The "Blood Sword" leaned down and knelt down.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Demon King, I am a Martian agent, and I want to trade with you." The red-haired boy leaned over and said.

The huge figure in the chair shook. "Deal? That's good, did you bring enough price to come? ”

"Yes, Lord of the Demons," the red-haired boy said aloud, standing up.

"Well, I'm thirsty and hungry now, I'll borrow something from you", the figure in the chair swayed, "who of you two is willing to be a tribute to the king." ”

"I do." The "Blood Sword" stood up and stabbed his sword in the chest. The red-haired boy blocks the sword.

"That's enough, Lord Demon King," the red-haired boy sliced off his left arm with a dagger, and his bleeding left arm flew towards the altar.

The shadow nibbled on his arm and looked up. "That's not enough!"

The "Blood Sword" picked up the dagger in his left hand and cut off his right arm and threw it over. "That's enough, Lord Demon King."

The black shadow gnawed on the arms on the altar and hiccuped. "It's a lot of energy, although it's not full yet... Tell me, what are you going to do with it?"

"Blood Sword" reached out to bandage the red-haired boy's wound, and then simply bandaged himself. He looked at the red-haired boy and looked up. "I don't know if the Demon King is interested in sitting in the Pope."

"The Pope? The Pope—" The dark shadow in the chair leaned over his chin with one hand and leaned over to look at the Blood Sword.

"Holy Light Crusader Pope." Blood Sword raised its head and stared at the dark shadow in the chair.

"Holy Light... Pope," the dark shadow in the chair pondered, "you have brought a conundrum about your desire to pay with your lives." The dark shadow stared at the three men under the altar.

The witch lay on the ground shivering, and the red-haired boy lost too much blood and turned pale. The right arm of the "Blood Sword" was dripping with blood, and the Demon King was facing each other.

"Your Excellency the Demon King, you have misunderstood, it is the price we pay to make you the Holy Light Pope," Blood Sword said with his head held high.

"Huh? To be the Pope... Okay, so what do you want? The dark shadow in the chair narrowed his eyes.

"In exchange, we want you to be the Pope to destroy the Legion of Light, and to help us kill someone." "Blood Sword" held the sword in his left hand and said with a pale face.

"Murder? That's simple. The shadow grinned as it bared its black teeth. What if I don't."

"If you don't agree, then we will retreat, even if you can keep us, I believe that by that time, our Martian family will definitely eradicate all your points deployed within the alliance, and hunt down all your dear subordinates, I believe this can be done, but it will be a big blow to you." The blood in the right arm of the "Blood Sword" was flowing faster and faster, and he was out of breath.

"Very well, you are a smart man. It's really not good for me. Then the price you said is to make me pope, how can you be sure that I can be pope. The dark figure on the chair bent down and stared at the Blood Sword.

"We once had a Trojan horse story, which was about a troop hiding in a Trojan horse called Troy to eliminate another army, I wonder if His Excellency the Demon King has any ideas" The red-haired boy held the "Blood Sword" with his right hand.

"Well, the story you tell is beautiful, what am I going to do", the demon king in the chair tapped his head with his thick fingers.

"Blood Sword" glanced at the red-haired boy deeply, "Your Excellency the Demon King can pass over a part of your soul and possess it on the body of the Witch of Darool," "Blood Sword" paused, "We will create an opportunity, create an opportunity for only two people, the witch and the Pope, and then His Excellency the Demon King will rise up and take it again."

"Well, that's good! It's just a bit risky! The Demon King sat down in his chair and nodded.

"Your Excellency the Demon King, the greater the risk, the greater the gain, think about the Holy Light Legion, one of the three major forces on the earth that you are about to recover, some of the risks are worth it." Blood flowed from the corners of the "Blood Sword" mouth.

"Excellent! Not bad indeed! The transaction is executed. Slave, send them out." The Demon King looked at the pool of blood left by the "Blood Sword" by the altar and stuck out his tongue.

"Yes, great master." Wiping her sweat, the Witch of Daroll got up on the ground, pushed open the hidden door, and walked down the long hallway to send the two outside.

The long cobblestone road shimmers in the afternoon sun. The red-haired boy who had lost his left arm helped the woman who had lost his right arm to the shade of the tree, and the boy tore off the strips of cloth from the robe with his teeth, and wrapped his right hand around the woman's severed arm, and the blood seeped out in the layers of cloth strips and hit the cobblestone pavement.

"Who's going to save her!" The red-haired boy held the woman in one arm and shouted loudly at the peasants on the side of the road, crying in his voice.

The peasant shook his head and walked away quickly, and several drunkards in the tavern looked at him and laughed.

The red-haired boy gradually lost his strength and cried quietly as he looked at the unconscious woman.

"Lololo," a carriage sped as it came at a gallop. Walking up to him, the two girls in the driver's seat rushed down, lifted the red-haired boy and pulled him to the car.

"Help her," the boy said weakly.

The two girls looked at each other, sighed, and carried the "Blood Sword" into the car.

The horse made a "crunch" sound and left the road, and did not return to the manor, but galloped downward.

A few days later, "Blood Sword" knelt on one knee and looked at the red-haired boy sitting on the stone, holding a thick bowl in his right hand and drinking flower tea. "Thank you for the grace of saving your life twice, 'Blood Sword' Jasmine is willing to be the left hand of the young master and the sharp blade of the young master in the future."