The flames jumped in the fireplace, and Baron Bell, who was not very good at his legs, sat on the sofa by the fireplace, waiting impatiently for a response.

"You want rejuvenation, you want to live longer...... Isn't that right?" An illusory, low voice suddenly sounded in his ears, but Baron Bell was not surprised in the slightest.

He took a deep breath and bowed his head slightly, "I need these things......"

The answer was vague and sounded reluctant, as if the devil was going to give him these things, and he couldn't refuse.

Hearing this answer, the devil chuckled twice, and Baron Bell's wrinkled right hand suddenly pinched the armrest, and a look of annoyance flashed across his face.

At this time, the devil's voice sounded in his ears again, and it seemed to echo in his mind, "You must know that the most basic rule in this world is 'equivalent exchange', and you have to pay as much as you want. How much are you going to pay this time?"

Baron Bell's face sank, "Aren't the lives of those untouchables enough?"

"Of course!" the devil seemed to walk from one side to the other, his voice focused on the other, "In your eyes, you are a nobleman, and the people are your property, so you can kill them, but we devils are the race that most respects 'individuals' in the entire multiverse, and we respect the thoughts and lives of each individual. Do you think that you just need to sit in your castle and watch from the sidelines, waiting for us to appear to the civilians, harvest their souls, and then inject their lives into you?

"You don't have to do anything, you just sit back and enjoy it, and you can even respond to accountability with the phrase 'unresponsive', and we want to do all the work, and you are taking advantage of it...... Do you think, Lord Baron, that there is such a cheap thing in this world?"

Baron Bell shuddered suddenly, for he felt as if someone was blowing in his ear, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he hurriedly turned his head to scan the whole room.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron, I won't be able to get to you without your invitation. The devil laughed playfully, "Why don't you answer my question—what price are you prepared to pay for rejuvenating and increasing your life?"

Baron Bell pursed his shriveled lips in displeasure, but he also knew that they were making a deal now, and after a moment of silence, he asked tentatively, "Jewels?"

"The riches of the main physical plane are of no use to us. The devil replied briskly.

With his index finger tapping on the armrest, Baron Bell tilted his head to think about it with one hand on his cheek, "Magic items?"

"We need this, but we're sorry you can't get what we want. ”

Listening to the teasing words, Baron Bell frowned and continued to think, "...... Soul?"

He could only think of this, and he didn't know what he could do with the devil - of course, it couldn't be his own soul, and he didn't think his soul was 'precious'.

The devil added with a smile: "High-quality souls." ”

The old man's eyes froze, and soon he stretched out again, "What is the standard?"

"The transcendent, or the priestly who have light in their hearts, these are what we need. ”

The devil's laughter echoed in his ears, and Baron Bell seemed to have fallen into a trap.

But he needs 'life', and he doesn't want to die yet!

The body was so decaying that it couldn't walk without support...... It shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be like this!

Thinking of the temptation of 'rejuvenation', Baron Bell seems to recall the time when he rode a white horse on the horse and cheered him warmly from many noble ladies and noble maidens outside the field.

If he can be younger, if he can be young again......

Baron Bell was sure that the devil had not used any spell on him, but that his words alone had bewitched him.

A few ordinary words bewitched him, not because of how amazing the devil's words were, but because he himself was greedy for life and youth......

Baron Bell also knew very well that if he wanted to make a deal with the devil, he would need to kill the 'transcendental' or 'priesthood' himself, and there was no doubt that this would be quite difficult, but if it wasn't difficult, would the devil make a deal with him?

The devil had made it clear that he could not 'sit back and relax,' but that he had to do something.

With the power he possesses, it would be difficult to kill a transcendent being, but if it was a 'light-hearted' clergyman, wouldn't there be all the people in the Radiant Church?

Of course, he can also kill his own vassals, and one of his vassals is the Transcendent...... But he wouldn't do that!

From the very beginning, the devil gave him only one choice, and that was to kill the clergy of the Church of Radiance or the Church of Justice, and take the souls of those clergy.

...... It's in, blasphemy!

Baron Bell subconsciously wanted to grit his teeth, but he quickly reacted and stroked his mouth sadly, the roots of his teeth already softened.

This was not what he was supposed to be, he had a chance to be a transcendent, if it weren't for that fight, if it weren't for that fight......

"Ahem, ahem!" The old man remembered the original incident, he was short of breath, he couldn't help coughing, and the expression in his eyes changed to determination.

After coughing, he didn't ask if the devil was still there, and said in a deep voice: "I promised you the conditions, the soul of the priesthood with a bright heart, I can give it to you, but you must do it first and cover for me!"

"Are you sure?" the devil whistled excitedly, "are you really sure?"

Baron Bell slapped the armrest with his palm and said fiercely: "I'm sure!"

"Oh...... Thanks for the invitation, we'll be right there. The devil let out a heartfelt sigh, and then he withdrew his voice, and there was no more sound.

The tense body was finally able to relax, and Baron Bell breathed a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the back of the sofa and sinking into it.

Looking blankly at the gray ceiling, Baron Bell recalled the past, remembered the prime, remembered the high-spirited of the year, and remembered the youthful frivolity of the year......

The more he missed, the more he felt the urge to grit his teeth, and every time he recalled the past, he couldn't help but think of that battle.

After that battle, his knee was nearly broken and his family's glory was taken away, and after that, he found himself unable to fight any longer, and the fear of death made him lose his fighting spirit.

If it weren't for that battle, he would probably have become a 'transcendent' and wouldn't have had to make such a dangerous deal with the devil at all."

If it weren't for the return of the Arcane Empire, which drew the eyes of the whole world to the Inland Sea and those floating cities, he would never have dared to think of killing the priests of the Church of Radiance or the Church of Justice, let alone snatching the souls of the priests from the gods.

He dared to do these things when the Arcane Empire returned and the gods' attention was drawn to the Arcane Empire.

What's more, the devil's invasion is not without precedent in their Kurt kingdom, and he doesn't want the devil to invade their world, he just wants to get a longer life, as long as the deal is completed, those devils must go back.

So, it's going to be fine, he can take himself out of these things, he just needs to think about how to kill those priests and get their souls now......

Crackling!

The firewood in the fireplace suddenly exploded and crackled, and Baron Bell hurriedly turned his head to look at it, stared at the fire with his bloodshot tired eyes, and stared at it for a long time, making sure that nothing had happened, and then began to gasp for breath and take his gaze back.

After calming down, he couldn't help but be angry, who was the guy who dried the firewood?

The flames in the fireplace reddened Baron Bell's wrinkled face, giving off a hint of warmth, baking his knees and making him moan heartily.

The wind and snow outside the window, how many homeless people are still crying outside the castle, or hiding in a corner to avoid the wind has nothing to do with him, anyway, those guys are going to die sooner or later, they will definitely not survive this winter, it is better to use the waste as a price to prolong his life.

Call!

The flames rose in the fireplace, bringing more heat to Baron Bell and a little sleepiness.

"Lord Baron, are you ready?" the familiar voice sounded in his ears, Baron Bell frowned, the old man's sleep was not good, he was sitting here with the attitude of sleeping if he could, but now he was awakened.

...... Wrong!

The sound is so clear!

Baron Bell opened his eyes suddenly, straightened his upper body, and twisted his neck to look at his side.

As soon as he turned his head, a handsome human face caught his eye, but two short horns on his forehead.

Baron Bell looked at the handsome man in fine clothes crouching beside him, his face full of kind smiles, but the tail wrapped in red scales dangled behind him, and the bright 'steel fork' tail made it not look like a good person.

"You ......" The old man subconsciously turned sideways and moved his ass away from the reaper - although he didn't know the type of devil, he knew that it was a 'devil'!

"I'm here to fulfill your wish!" the Reaper straightened up, exposing his hooves to Baron Bell's eyes, allowing him to confirm his inhuman identity once and for all.

The elegant devil had a slight curl of lips, gentle and courteous, took out a few contracts from his pocket, handed the parchment and quills to Baron Bell, and placed them on the armrests of the sofa.

It did all this under Baron Bell's blank gaze, took a half step back, and asked in a hoarse and somewhat magnetic sexy voice: "Lord Baron, please read these contracts carefully, and then sign your name on each one, even if you can't read the words of Hell, we have already translated the words of 'we' into the lingua franca of Assatom." ”

Even though it showed such a sincere attitude, Baron Bell was still very wary of it, but after listening to its words, after thinking for a moment, he still picked up his reading glasses from the table next to him, lowered his head and carefully examined the contracts.

A large number of words were written on several pieces of parchment, and the flower-style characters from the different worlds made him feel pleasing to the eye at a glance, and he couldn't help but admire, even the decorative patterns were so beautiful and artistic.

The contract spared no effort to specify his responsibilities and the responsibilities of the devil's side, his income and the devil's side's income, even if he thought the devil had a plan, but he couldn't find anything wrong here, but in order to show his ability, Baron Bell still picked out a few points for the reaper to revise it.

The Reaper kept smiling on his face, his hands hanging down to his side, and he didn't make any unusual moves, even if Baron Bell was like picking a bone in an egg, he just smiled and used the power of magic to modify it into the appearance that Baron Bell wanted to change.

He read them carefully several times, and Baron Bell even used a magnifying glass to examine the words word by word, and it took him an hour or two to read the contracts.

The old man took off his reading glasses, rubbed his head with a headache, reached for a quill, and signed his name at the end of the contract.

The quill, which was clearly not stained with any ink, had succeeded in leaving a mark on the parchment, and when he had done all this, the contract in his hand suddenly burst into flames, and he hurriedly shook it off.

A few pieces of parchment burned in mid-air, leaving no ashes, and the quills in the old man's hand turned into points of light and scattered.

After doing all this, Baron Bell took a deep breath, grabbed the handrail with trembling hands, slowly looked up at the devil, and asked in a trembling voice: "I have signed the contract, rejuvenation, and life, when will it be given to me?"

"I can give it to you now, but you have to remember that the punishment for breaking your promise is severe!" said the devil, handing out a deep black crystal, filled with shrunken faces of despair, and the sight of it makes your scalp tingle.

Seeing Baron Bell's hesitation, the Reaper smiled and explained: "This is caused by the nature of our hell and the devil, and there is no problem at all in using it, after all, you also saw in that contract, if we fail to help you rejuvenate and prolong your life, we will also be punished." ”

Hearing this, Baron Bell pondered the truth of this sentence with a cloudy face, and in the end, he could not resist the temptation of youth and longevity, reached out and grabbed the crystal, and threw it into his mouth.

A screeching laugh sounded in his ears, and Baron Bell covered his mouth with an ugly face, almost vomiting the crystal out, but he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and a force surged up from his body.

He put down the hand covering his mouth in disbelief, and his five fingers slowly closed, and he could see that the muscles of his fingers and palms swelled rapidly, supporting the folds of his skin.

He stroked his cheeks with trembling hands, and the unthinkable was happening—his wrinkles were beginning to fade, and even the soft roots of his teeth were regaining their toughness.

Just these already made him feel that his body was hot, and as his heart beats, the heat flow is running around in his body.

Baron Bell felt that the skin all over his body was tingling, the deep traces left by time on his body were gradually disappearing, and he was regaining his youth!

After seriously feeling the changes in his body for a while, he suddenly looked up at the devil excitedly, but he was stunned at this time.

The flames of the fireplace rose high, emitting even more powerful light and heat.

There was also some pain in the scalp and tail vertebrae, as well as in his legs, which made Baron Bell frown subconsciously.

"What's going on?" he said, taking a step forward and muttering in a deep voice.

The pain became more and more obvious, and Baron Bell's heart was in turmoil.

The Reaper turned his head to look over and said with a smile: "What you ask for is rejuvenation and longevity, but you don't ask for 'human'!"

Baron Bell was stunned when he heard this, and immediately became furious, "You lied to me?!"

The handsome devil raised the corners of his mouth and shrugged, "No, it's just words, it's the art of words. ”

The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, Baron Bell glared angrily, gritted his teeth and roared: "Stop me!"

"But the contract is done......" the devil shook his head playfully, "I can't stop!"

"Ah, that's right!" At this time, it seemed to think of something again, its eyebrows curled, and it snapped its fingers, "In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing our plots and transactions, I have deliberately set up a spell for this room to isolate this room from the main material plane...... I'm going to return this room to the main material plane now!"

"Uh-ah......" Baron Bell turned his hateful gaze at the devil in front of him, but he had no strength to do anything else, so he had to hold his head and moan in pain.

What's there...... Something was coming out of his head!

Bang bang!

A series of slamming doors suddenly poured into his ears, and the eldest son shouted anxiously in a hoarse voice: "Father, father, what are you doing? Father, father!!"

Baron Bell fell to his knees in pain, his hands clutching his head, and an uncontrollable groan of pain overflowed from his throat.

The people outside the door seemed to hear the sound as well, and the noise stopped for a moment, then came in more violently.

“...... Knock on the door!" the eldest son gave this order decisively, and in the past, Baron Bell admired this quality of his son, but now he hated it immensely.

- Bang!

"No !!"

The door to the room was slammed open, and the relatives and subordinates of the Bell family rushed in at once, and it was Baron Bell's eldest son who took the lead.

They did not see the 'master' in this room, but only a man who looked like the baron's eldest son was kneeling in front of the fireplace, turning his head to look at them in despair, and uttering a terrible cry.

In front of the man, there stood a handsome man dressed in fine clothes, but with its crooked hooves like a goat, the short horns on its forehead, and its tail cruising behind it, it didn't look like a human at all!

The man who fell to his knees closed his eyes in grief, and underwent a terrifying metamorphosis in the midst of the screams—two short horns suddenly grew from his forehead, a tail turned into a black shadow and swept behind him, and the bones of his legs quickly deformed, and finally completely turned into a pair of sheep's hooves.

In the eyes of everyone, the Reaper Demon standing by the fireplace suddenly burst out laughing and applauded Baron Bell: "Congratulations, Lord Baron, you have gained a long life and the youth you have dreamed of!"

Hearing this, the others who had just reacted were stunned again, and cast their stunned gazes on the man who was kneeling on the ground.

That's the Baron, that's the lord?

Baron Bell glared at the devil in grief, his mouth slightly open, but he didn't know what to say.

"Alright, we have received the approval and invitation of the local lord, then ......" The corners of the devil's mouth suddenly rose sharply, and he smiled fiercely, and the flames in the fireplace behind him suddenly rose, "The gates of hell are open here!"

On the thirteenth day after the return of the Arcane Empire, the devil army of the thirteen layers of hell has officially invaded the world of Assatom!