Old Master Gregory grimaced himself in the summoning room at the top of the Mage's Tower. Just now, he asked the cook for a knife, and planned to chop off his own hand.

He is a powerful mage whose fingertips can burst with amazing arcane energy, delivering the most lethal blows to enemies in the most unexpected moments.

Why would a mage be so desperate as to chop off his own spell-casting skills? Because ah, Master Gregory is not very lucky today, and he has lost a sum of money.

That's a lot of money!

After a simple calculation, he found that not only did he need to sell the Mage Tower, but he also needed to sell the gorgeous Star Iron Mage Robes, the noble Ancient Dragon Skin Mage Hat, and the invulnerable Adamantite Soft Armor Lining, the world-only Vortex Staff.

After paying off this gambling debt, he was left with only a pair of silk shorts, which is a tragedy.

This is a guy who looks to be over half a hundred years old, and of course, the mage's appearance and age cannot be counted. He was as thin as a dry firewood, with a few stray hairs on his head, and a ridiculous mustache on his mouth.

After a few strokes with the hand holding the knife, Master Gregory was still reluctant to really chop it down. He wasn't afraid of pain, nor was he worried that he wouldn't be able to cast spells when he ran out of hands, but he was worried about how he would draw cards in the future if he didn't have his hands - Master Gregory, he was really wise!

Bang Dang!

The knife was thrown on the floor, and the old man shrank himself into a large and ornate throne, his hands pulling at his hair desperately.

It's absolutely impossible to pay off your debts! Gregory did not have the courage to disobey the rules of the heavenly creditors.

And relying on gambling accounts, this is a problem of character. Willing to gamble and lose, it is the highest dignity of a gambler, and it cannot be desecrated! Even if Master Gregory loses to a stinky goblin, he will never fail his account.

It's called the festival!

For the sake of now, I can only borrow money. However, the old man's enemies are more numerous than the stars in the sky, and the old man's friends are rarer than the flowers in the cold winter. Who to borrow from is a huge problem.

You must not borrow from Safras, the god of prophecy.

He believed in Safras, the god of prophecy, and he was the chosen one of Safras. However, due to repeated borrowing and non-repayment, the relationship between one person and one god is now particularly poor. Half of the divine punishment that Safras slashes every year is directed at him.

However, this did not dissolve their religious relationship. Safras feared that Gregory would run away from debt after breaking the bond of faith, and Gregory feared that he would lose his luck after losing the favor of the God of Prophecy.

What a couple to ...... O exemplar of the world of faith!

The distressed archmage was at a loss, but perhaps fate had not abandoned him yet. At this time, the summoning array was lit up with a sky-high black flame, and it seemed that some guests were uninvited.

Old Gregory, who had just been frowning, immediately straightened his face and put on a proud posture. A mage in his own mage tower has the confidence to face anyone, not even the gods can make him bow his head - except the creditor.

The black flames of the abyss gradually dissipated, and a huge figure vaguely walked out of the firelight. Lord Gregory sniffed and recognized it as Grazt, the Lord of the Dark.

Then there's no need to put on a score.

The Master had dealt with the powerful Demon Monarch before, and after some "minor unpleasantness", the two sides decided that they were the ones who could not help each other.

Therefore, the friendship is not bad - evil and chaos are easy to attract each other.

"Good day, great Dark Lord!" Master Gregory's right hand slid a few times and bowed to a mage, "What can I do for you...... The abyss is below! What's wrong with you?! ”

After the summoned black flames completely dissipated, the archmage saw Grazt's miserable appearance clearly. His skin was torn open, and one of his arms was torn alive, and only a few strands of flesh were still attached to it.

Even more terrifying was the look in his eyes.

Gregory knew Grazt, the evil tyrant, whose coal-burning eyes were forever sparkling with malice and playfulness.

Even if he is seriously injured, he will not reveal this kind of profound emptiness like now-just like the little brother who has been played bad by a rich woman.

The Demon Lord ignored the question, but staggered out of the summoning array, found a flat place, and lay down on the carpet.

Grigory looked suspiciously for a long time, his treacherous eyes rolling, but after all, he didn't dare to imagine who could make Grazt suffer such a big loss.

There is something in this world that can destroy Grazt, Gregory believes. But if someone could bring Grazt to his knees, Grigory did not believe it.

It's as incredible as gambling on a gambling account.

"Do you want a negative energy shock?" He picked up the vortex staff and asked the Demon Maharaja's opinion.

Negative energy blasts are poison to flesh creatures on the main plane, but for abyssal creatures, the effect is equivalent to that of holy light, which can greatly repair external injuries.

However, the mage's staff is a red flag, so Gregory needs to ask the demon's opinion first to avoid misunderstandings.

"It's useless." Grazt rejected the Archmage's rare kindness. He lay on the carpet and looked at the ceiling with vacant eyes, "Gregory, I don't have much time, I want to be quiet." ”

The Dark Force was corroding his wounds, and it was not something that could be solved by a simple shock of negative energy. Besides, if he could die, Grazt would be thankful.

Master Gregory nodded and lowered his staff. He could see that Grazt was in trouble, a million times more than his own trouble!

Thinking about this, the old man's mood became better for the first time today. Isn't it something to celebrate to see a friend a million times more miserable than yourself in a tragic situation?

He happily opened the bottle of honey wine and sat down on his throne, shaking the crystal cup while squinting his eyes and humming a little tune.

For a while, I forgot the trouble of losing money.

Grazt's mental pressure was so high that he was exhausted, and now it was a rare happiness to have a little time to empty himself.

Because he couldn't hide, couldn't bear and couldn't die, he had to succumb to Lucie, at her mercy, and play a weird game of "husband and wife".

He didn't know what kind of being Lucieu was now, and it was certainly not a god or a demon anyway - probably only a monster could describe it.

She can feed you gently and sweetly one second, and tear your tongue alive the next. Grazt is completely living in a horror movie during this time, and you have no idea what kind of high-energy reaction will be in the next second.

The Great Demon lived in fear every second, and now he came to the Gregorian Mage Tower, and suddenly he was completely relaxed.

This kind of time is precious, and don't forget the "Blessing of Sweet Love", he only has three hours at most, and he will be forcibly teleported back.

The mellow aroma of honey wine permeated the room, and Grazt took a deep breath, as if to take in the aroma of the wine. The intoxicated appearance made the onlookers stand on end.

"Would you like a drink?" The mage asked. Although the honey wine is expensive, it is not exaggerated enough to make it like this for a demon lord.

Lord Gregory was generous, and if Grazt needed it, he could open the whole cellar and invite him to drink it - whether it was the cellar or the Mage's Tower, it would be someone else's tomorrow anyway. Under this premise, Master Gregory has always been very generous.

The Great Demon raised his head, his fiery eyes telling of the thirst for alcohol. But after hesitating for a while, he put down his hand.

"No," he said, "Gregory, let's get down to business." ”

Grazt didn't dare to drink, because he would be sniffed by Lucie when he returned. It is conceivable that the terrible elf will use the topic to rectify him. Grazt has no other pursuits now, but hopes that the years will be quiet and his "wife" will be able to stabilize his mental state. Lucieu was normal when Grazt was obedient, but when she was disobedient, she "dared to drink regardless of her health, putting her young and beautiful wife in danger of becoming a widow".

…… Hehe......

Unaware of the Archdemon's family disputes, Master Gregory took a blueprint that flew over and glanced at it. Then he fumbled in his clothes for a while, pretended to take out a pair of reading glasses and put them on, and then he looked at it seriously.

This is a sketch of a beach house, quite atmospheric. The main building of the villa is a three-storey building in the Seris style, built on a windswept hillside.

It is conceivable that the owner of this room will be awakened by the rising sun and the sound of the waves every morning. When he opened the curtains and walked onto the huge viewing balcony, his eyes were full of sparkling sea.

And that's not all, just below the viewing balcony is an open-air mid-level garden dotted with flowers, bizarre fountains and sculptures.

Lord Gregory admits that such a villa is a bit of a flair. He was willing to pay a thousand gold coins to buy it, put a few young and beautiful maids, and play some decent people's games.

But what did Grazt mean by handing him this picture? He didn't think the Demon Lord would be short of a thousand gold.

"I want to entrust you to build me a villa like this, which must be exactly like this picture. Gregory, you are the most creative mage I know, and I can't think of anyone else who can do the job but you. ”

The demon solved Gregory's doubts, but the old mage was haunted by even greater doubts.

"Your Excellency's phrase 'the most creative mage' is very useful to me." The old mage first pretended to be modest, "But why are you looking for me, you should be looking for a mason." ”

Mages are indeed good at building houses, they can fossilize into mud, and they can also turn mud into stone, which is super efficient. In addition, mages are generally a bit artistic, and there is no problem in terms of architectural beauty.

But no one will ask a mage to build a house, for the simple reason - it is too expensive! And even if there are local tyrants who are willing to spend a lot of money, the mage himself may not agree. It is a dignified profession that will never degenerate to the point of competing for jobs with filthy masons.

"No, the difficulty is not in building the villa, but in the location." The Demon Lord sighed deeply, "This villa needs to be built in the abyss, and it must be exactly the same as the drawings......"