If Tlandon knew that his desire for revenge, even at the cost of his soul, in Su Mo's view, was just a game, I don't know if it would be used as a feeling.

However, Su Mo's thoughts were not bad, in fact, even for Arnold, an obedient and dutiful "good demon", his master's wishes were just a boring game.

The difference is that Arnold chooses to abide by the rules in the contract and is too lazy to modify it. And Su Mo made a lot of modifications within the scope of permission to ensure the freedom of his "player".

In a sense, on the contrary, Su Mo attaches more importance to contracts. Arnold is really light and light, he is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills; He is crossed by him, and the bright moon shines on the river.

As long as you eat the soul you like in the end, you don't care how the process is.

Of course, if nothing else, Trandon should prefer Arnold's kind. After all, the strange mocking smile that occasionally appeared on Su Mo's face really wanted to make people punch him.

"Excuse me, since everyone has reached a consensus, let's gather everyone together, unite as one, and everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high, so that we can successfully summon the demon." Su Mo said to Joyce and Trandon.

"Lady Liss will be enough." Joyce spoke.

"Huh?"

"The people in charge of the island have basically been killed." Joyce said with a cold face, as if there was nothing to arouse his concern except for demons, "If you kill from the cage, there will be at most a few fish that have slipped through the net, and Lady Lisy is enough to quell the riot and restore order." ”

Joyce, who calmed down, was like a thoughtful superior, analyzing the head of the earth.

"I don't know who I killed, but I killed a lot." Arnold faced Su Mo's gaze and explained a little.

"Okay, then let me do it. Arnold protects our master well, and you won't even want to kill my young master. Su Mo said.

"No, it won't." It wasn't Arnold who spoke, but his master, who looked at Trandon and said, "What I want, can you really help me achieve it?" ”

"I am the son of a marquis, and if I leave this island, I will inherit the title when I return." The pride of belonging to the nobility appeared on Trandon's face.

The mysterious death of his parents does not mean the disappearance of the title. The Wabbs family also had other people in existence, and Trandon, as the sole heir, was "missing", not the collapse of the entire Wobs family. Once he left the island and set foot on the mainland and returned to the imperial capital, he was the master of House Wobs.

No one can deny this.

Even the royal family is impossible, the power of the royal family in this world is not as huge as that of the emperor when feudalism reached its peak, and it has the power of life and death for the courtiers below.

The British Empire, to speak, is more like a joint-stock company.

The royal family is the largest shareholder and wields the most power, but that doesn't mean he can mess with other shareholders at will.

You must know that when other shareholders join forces, they can also overthrow major shareholders.

There was basically no problem for Trandon to return to inherit the marquis' throne.

Unless, the people who sent him here have removed the entire Wobs family from the British Empire. But in just half a year, a marquis family will be removed, and if those people really have such ability, Trandon's parents will not die mysteriously, and Trandon will not be missing.

It was the direct annihilation of the entire Wobs family.

Why do you use stratagems or tricks, it's because the strength is not as good as the other party. If the front is tough and can crush the other party by strength, who wants to think about those brain-consuming plans?

Like now, Su Mo's strength on the island belongs to the crushing level, so he doesn't need to think too much.

All he had to do was rush to a backdrop behind Lady Lis, who was reluctant to compromise, and occasionally show off his speed and strength far beyond normal humans.

Half an hour later.

The people who were still alive on the island, including the "ruling class of the island" who had not been killed by Arnold, the sacrifices, and the slaves who were not even as good as the sacrifices, gathered in the open space in front of the tower.

The shape of the Arabs on Tlandon's head has been modified, and although he is still bandaged, he has become a good appearance under Arno's thick hands.

Dressed in aristocratic and gorgeous clothes, Trandon, who was sitting on the high platform, scanned everyone with an indifferent gaze, like a superior person, stealing the limelight from Joyce next to him.

As for the owner of Arnold, who has changed into clean clothes but is still inconspicuous next to Tlandon, he plays the role of a small bean sprout, and his presence is basically similar to the background board.

In fact, Su Mo still didn't know the name of that little ghost.

Trandon and Joyce appear at the same time, and Trandon clearly looks like "I'm the boss", causing a little commotion among those who control, or think they control, the island.

Of course, this glance subsided immediately after Arnold deliberately unleashed the bloodthirsty intent belonging to the demon.

The men realized that even Joyce, the lord of the island, had compromised and accepted the original sacrifice. These subordinates, let's obediently follow the steps of the boss.

Otherwise, someone looked at the corpse not far away and the blood on the ground, swallowed his saliva, and strengthened his determination to support the only person sitting on the stage, and follow his pace without relaxing.

As for the original Master Joyce, what, who was that person?

Even the original controllers behaved like this, and the sacrifices who were locked up for experiments, and the slaves who were not locked up but were more obedient than the sacrifices, of course, did not show their spirit of resistance.

"Do you want to live?" Trandon's cold gaze slowly swept over everyone, and he spoke. The deliberately muffled voice makes it easy to forget that he is still a child—even in a world where he has grown up at the age of fifteen, Tlandon is still a child.

"I'm giving you a chance to live."

Ignoring the reaction of the crowd, Trandon said to himself, "It's up to you whether you can grasp it or not." If you can't grasp it, then you will be buried along with this island. ”

These words were extremely cold but full of boundless killing intent, which made those people in the audience shudder.

Even Mrs. Lis, who was not far away, was affected.

"Ahem, young master, I have to warn you, even if I join forces with Arnold, there is no way to sink this island and bury it." The aura of the overlord of the Trandon was wildly diverging, and Su Mo had to remind this little guy a little.

Su Mo didn't want to face a little kid with a gloomy face for a while in the future.

Even from a strict point of view, Trandon's face is quite appreciative, and a smile is much better than a gloomy face.

Hearing the whisper in his ear, Trandon gritted his teeth, turned his head and used his eyes to warn himself fiercely against the uncontrolled butler.

"He's right, we really can't help it." Arnold said beside him, fully explaining what it means to fall into a well.

"I see!"

Trandon squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and the momentum that had been gathered with great difficulty just now dissipated.

"Next, we will hold a ceremony to summon demons, and each of you will have the opportunity to become the master of the demons, or become their food." Trandon let out a sigh of relief, his voice crisper and louder.

"Those who can survive, I will take them out of the island...... I guess you all have someone you want to get revenge on. Become the master of the demons and they will help you grant your wishes, but at the cost of your souls! With that, Trandon stood up and walked away with a rather sloppy brush, without taking with him a single cloud.

There was no time for anyone to ask questions or think about it, but it wasn't that the imp was so strong that he wouldn't tolerate the slightest dissenting voice.

It's that he was worried that if he stayed for a while, his demon butler would come out directly to dismantle the stage.

"I'll leave it to you." Su Mo said to Arnold and the others, following Trandon's steps, as a housekeeper, of course, he must always follow the master's side and complete the master's orders - probably.

Back in the room at the bottom of the tower, Trandon asked, "Are you sure you can control the summoned demons?" ”

The ritual of summoning demons has been perfected quite a bit after preliminary discussions between Tranton and Joyce. After a while, both of them felt eighty percent sure that they would be able to summon the demon smoothly, and in such a situation, Trandon certainly had a few other issues to worry about.

The reason why he is so strong now is because he has a powerful demon butler - the other pair of master and servant is completely crushed by them in terms of intelligence.

But how could the other demons be as talkative as Arnold?

"It's enough to keep the master under control, at least, everyone has a common enemy, and there won't be any major conflicts until we leave the island." Su Mo said.

Demons are elusive, but those people's hearts are easier to figure out. Everyone is an unlucky person who is tortured on the island, whether it is infighting immediately after the strength swells or revenge after going out, there is probably a right choice.

Yes, the rulers of the islands, including the rather cooperative Joyce, had no intention of letting them out alive.

These people will only be sacrifices, and they will not be the masters of the demons!

What Su Mo and Trandon really want to win over are those "sacrifices" and slaves, who are partners who have a common position and can cooperate.

"Besides, even if they wanted to do something, they couldn't do it." Su Mo walked to the back of the car with a smile and opened the trunk, "Young Master, let's see the weapons from hell, I think you will like it." ”