After being stunned for a second or two, the other party immediately reacted, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It's hard to believe that this came from the mouth of an American hunter, oh, by the way, you are not an American, no wonder." ”

"Looks like I've found an anomaly, Charles, hehe." Feeling emotional, Crowley put his hands in his pockets and asked with interest: "So, what do you want?" ”

Charles was puzzled, "Why do you think I'm going to trade with you?" ”

"Don't make a fuss, handsome little man, no one needs that thing except for demons."

"Can I keep it as a collection?"

These words made the other party's face stiffen, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Charles relented: "What can you offer?" ”

"Money? Status? Beauty? Spell spells? Or is it beyond the talent of ordinary people? The other person replied, "We have what you want." ”

"I want the whole hell of demons, can you give it?" Charles asked with a serious look on his face.

"Serious kid, this joke isn't funny."

"It's not funny." Charles replied, then thought for a moment and said, "I can trade if I want, and exchange what I can use for the same value." ”

"Equal value?" Hearing this, the other party asked strangely: "How can it be of equal value?" ”

"You think it's worth as much as a Cerberus." Charles said, "There's no way to lie about the Demon Pact, right? , so I trust your vision. ”

"Looks like you know something about the rules of trading." The middle-aged white man narrowed his eyes, then smiled slightly: "It's a great honor to gain the trust of a customer." So, well, equal value, without specific requirements? Is it time to start? ”

"Of course." Charles replied.

However, Crowley waited in place for a long time, and did not see any other reaction from the young man, so he sighed: "Transactions with demons are all carried out through kisses, why, don't you understand?" ”

"Of course." Charles said heavily: "I also know that in addition to this disgusting method, you can actually sign a written contract. ”

This made Crowley stunned, and then shrugged his shoulders.

"These days, it's impossible to take advantage of it, hey."

Shaking his head, he pulled out a scroll from his bosom, and with a flick of his hand, a long scroll full of words spread on the ground.

"Okay, let's stipulate the terms one by one, first of all, Party A and Party B ...... in November 2005."

He squatted on the ground and began to chant sentence by sentence, his tone was normal, but looking at the dense text, he obviously had bad intentions.

Charles, however, scoffed at this. If you sweep the eyes of truth, you don't need to look closely. You can see at a glance if there are traps on it.

So he shook his head decisively.

"Nope."

"What's not going to work?" Crowley looked up at him strangely, "I'm not done yet. ”

"You know what's not going to work."

"How could I possibly know?"

"Of course you do."

"Okay, which one do you think I know?"

Charles didn't talk to him any longer, just hugged his chest and sneered, so after looking at each other for a moment, Crowley sighed helplessly.

"What a ...... child," he muttered, reaching out and rolling up the scroll, shoving it into his bosom, and the scroll disappeared.

After a moment of silence, he took out another identical one. He raised his hand and was about to shake it off, but before he could actually start, Charles shook his head again.

"Nope."

"Why not? I haven't ...... yet."

"You know why." Charles interrupted.

"Okay, good, if it doesn't work, it won't work." Dumbfounded, he took the scroll back and took it out again.

"Nope."

"Maybe you should take a look."

"You don't have to look at it, if it doesn't work, it won't work."

“…… Who calls the customer is God. ”

……

"Nope."

"Nope."

"No ......"

"Damn, it's that sentence again, I've really seen Satan......"

Crowley looked annoyed and took the scroll back for the Nth time, and then took out a new one.

Charles, however, shook his head as well.

Constantly taking out new scrolls, constantly being denied, at night, in front of Charles's newly rented house, the two started a strange tug-of-war.

It wasn't until the end, when the middle-aged white man's eyes were already a little red, that this behavior came to an end temporarily.

After I don't know how many times it was repeated, the unfolded scroll was much shorter than before, the terms on it were clear, and there was no pattern decoration, so Charles officially read it this time, and signed the scroll very "refreshingly".

Seeing this, Crowley's tense face relaxed, and he began to roll up the scroll without hesitation.

"You're the most cunning bastard I've ever seen! Damn it! Damn it! Delivery will come early tomorrow morning! “

He curled and spoke indignantly, and before Charles could respond, the middle-aged demon vanished.

"Who told you to always play tricks?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

It's just that the departed contract demon obviously can't hear this sentence anymore.

……

The "contract" stipulates that tomorrow one hand will pay the "money" and the other hand will deliver the goods, in addition to this, it also includes that the two parties must not hurt each other for a certain period of time.

This is necessary, because after returning the Cerberus, Charles is not sure if the other party will turn his face and deny the person, but in fact, the other party took the initiative to propose it.

"So sometimes you have to pretend."

Muttering, the young man standing on the lawn looked up at the moonlit and starry sky, and then turned his head to look.

"Looking for me?"

This is the second time he's said it tonight. The first time was Crowley.

And this time, it's barely an acquaintance.

"Yes." The other person nodded.

Beautiful face, graceful posture, and short black hair looks very thick in the moonlight.

It was the female "Grim Reaper" who was hostile to the Charles.

The night was shrouded, and the other party was standing silently not far away, and he didn't know when he appeared, and he was looking at him carefully with those deep eyes at the moment.

"You guys like to come in the big night?"

"You're weird, I can't get close to you during the day." She frowned and said, without any pleasantries, staring at Charles and asking bluntly, "What method did you use to seal that ghost just now?" ”

"Why should I tell you?" Charles asked rhetorically.

When the other party heard this, he said seriously: "I think this is a necessary communication to ease the relationship between our two sides." ”

"But I didn't want to ease relations with you." Charles replied solemnly: "You can't just say that you can relax, can you?" Then your previous threats don't count? ”

"You ......" the female god of death turned dark.

Seeing this, Charles pouted, and then thought: "So, you don't actually know what I did when I was in Philadelphia?" ”

"You killed people and disrupted normal order."

"And then?"

"That's enough." The female god of death stared at him coldly, and her attitude that had just eased became very stiff again.

"I'll keep an eye on you."

"Whatever." Charles said disapprehantly, "Looking at your expression now, you know that your speed is definitely not as fast as mine." ”

The other party's eyes widened when she heard this, and she seemed to be very angry, but after a while, her face returned to the same as before: "Then you will know until you compare." ”

"Oh?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

"Soon, there will be a mass death in a small town in Kansas, and the number of souls will be at least a thousand."

"So, you want to play with me?"

"Of course, if you win, I'll stop staring at you."

The voice fell, and the other party also didn't wait for Charles's response, and directly turned into gray mist and dissipated.

"Are you showing off your teleportation?"

Charles rolled his eyes, then touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Mass deaths?"

"Interesting ......"