"Quiet, what a panic!"

John raised an eyebrow.

"A demon, what do you need to worry about? Don't think I don't know what good goods you have, even if the guys from the Knights of Light come to you, they won't find out that you are a demon, unless you directly splash holy water on you, so that you are completely exposed, what are you pretending to be?! ”

The reason why these demons can successfully blend into the human world without being discovered has always made John very curious, but these guys are too tight-lipped to ask, no matter how they ask, John can only guess that they have special stealth props on them, and he is itching to find out, but in order not to have a bad relationship with them, he can only do nothing to them.

"Hawkers, I'm also just in case, the less danger the better, you guy don't do whatever you want just because you're a guest, I'm telling you, it's not easy to find a place to hide."

Even though John was right, the blacksmith said very politely.

"Cut, it's a shame."

John came with a mockery.

"Don't talk about what you have or don't have, just tell me what you want."

The blacksmith ignored the taunt and waved his hand.

John's gaze also turned to the various objects hidden in the darkness by the corner wall, and spoke.

"Do you have any props here that can remove the tracking magic from me?"

"Yes, of course."

The blacksmith, who had already stood up, walked straight in one direction, and after tossing and turning for a long time, he took out a gray eerie figurine.

"Huh? So dirty, what the hell? ”

John was disgusted for a moment, and suddenly felt a little familiar, squinted his eyes and stepped forward to observe, and was suddenly startled.

"Well, this isn't a statue of a demon, what do you want to do?"

The blacksmith said disdainfully, "Lonely and unheard", put the figurine in front of John, and said: "We demons are also divided into many kinds, such as I do commercial work, there are also demons that specialize in seducing the souls of other human beings, etc., and the demons of this statue are a kind of evil demon of our race called the evil demon that specializes in depriving souls. ”

John listened as he looked at the demon blacksmith and the sculpture in front of him.

"But, you demons all look exactly the same, with a pair of horns on their heads, huge bodies like molten lava, and ugly faces, how can you make it impossible for me to recognize them, it's just hard for a strong man."

"I mean, our voices are completely different, okay?!"

The blacksmith almost roared.

"Okay, are you a child, hurry up and teach me how to use it."

Seeing John's reproachful look, the blacksmith was speechless, and after adjusting his mentality, he said with a slight stiffness: "Pray, silently recite your wishes in your heart, and he will manifest himself with the help of the load." ”

"It's pretty simple, it's about the same as a summoning ritual."

John listened to the blacksmith and soon assumed a praying posture and prayed earnestly in his heart.

The small demon sculpture on the seat also quickly responded, and the evil aura spread out from the swaying small sculpture, and then a huge figure was projected, a pair of black spiral horns with great power and beauty, a huge body of lava burning, evil red eyes, the whole body burned with faint flames, and the huge pressure was overwhelming, making John's body feel very uncomfortable and somewhat comfortable contradictions.

"Well, it's a very powerful demon."

A demon with such a terrifying appearance will definitely not be inferior in strength, John nodded with satisfaction.

"Huh? Breath of light, are you a believer in the Holy See? Interesting. ”

The demon had a very dangerous expression, which made his distorted face even more terrifying, and I don't know if he was laughing or not.

But John didn't care, all the uglier guys than him had seen it, and he said without changing his face: "Can you help me get rid of the excess things on my body?" If it were your eyes, you should be able to see it, right? ”

"Of course, I see them all, so what price will you pay me, you lich or enemy?"

The demon squinted his eyes and said, he has the ability to see through the essence of human beings and read minds, and often relies on this ability to take away many greedy souls of humans, so John's body He also sees the essence clearly, the mixture of light and darkness, which makes him uncomfortable.

Since it is the same as the dark camp or the same level of people, the demon's deal will automatically become a matter of paying the price, rather than unilateral deception or plunder.

"Tsk, there's really no way, how about I exchange my hand with you, the lich's arm, a unique big tonic, and the price is enough."

Although he was very reluctant to change his hand again, he didn't have anything of value on his body, so he could only use this simple and crude way, and his arm could be picked up anyway.

"Hehe, interesting, although it has a nasty smell, but I like to taste this fresh taste, the deal is successful, I will help you get rid of the chase mark on your body."

The demon smiled grimly, holding out his long, pointy finger to John's forehead.

There was a clattering sound, something shattered in his head, and John's head hurt a little, but that feeling was gone, and at the same time, one of his hands was gone, and there was nothing under his empty sleeve.

"I took your left hand, so it shouldn't affect your spellcasting, right?"

The demon also spoke at this time, and a white arm appeared on his pitch-black hand.

"No problem, thank you for your help."

John said with a relaxed expression.

"Then I'll go, next time I'll visit us."

"Definitely."

As soon as the demon finished speaking, the projection in the air disappeared.

"Hey, are you really okay? One hand is gone. ”

The blacksmith said, staring at John's empty sleeves.

"It's okay, if you cast a spell, you don't want to seal it, it doesn't matter if you have more or fewer of them."

John said so, and neither did the blacksmith, who didn't understand well.

"I'm sorry for you, I'm leaving too."

"Wait a minute, you can take this thing."

As John ran up the stairs, the blacksmith stopped him and threw the sculpture on the table to John, who caught it with one hand.

"I don't think I'm buying, am I? First of all, I'm not going to be on the same hand with you. ”

"Huh? You think too much, it's useless to put this thing on me, so I'll give it to you, get out of here with me. ”

"Well, thank you anyway."

Unable to understand why, John tucked the small sculpture into the corner of his satchel.

In the basement, John's figure had long since disappeared, and the blacksmith had left.

"It's pitiful to have a cute face, but it ended up like this."

The blacksmith's voice whispering to himself roamed the small basement.