"Huh?" Borak looked at the parchment in his hand, and couldn't help but let out a puzzle, this magic ritual was so inexplicable, too simple, too funny, it was like a child's game!

So that can summon the most powerful demons?

As one of the oldest families in the Holy Heltz Empire, the Plantagenet family has collected a lot of magical materials internally, so that members will not be at a loss in the face of magic when they go out on adventures and tour the continent, and it is rumored that their family is the bloodline descendant of Tanos, the "Sun King" of the ancient Sylvanus Magic Empire!

Therefore, even if Borak does not know magic and does not know how to meditate, he still has a basic understanding of magic rituals, he has never seen such an inexplicable ritual process, but in the simple and funny, it seems that he can faintly feel the unspeakable weirdness, and it seems that there is really a mystery hidden behind it that cannot be relied on.

After more than ten minutes of silence, Borak muttered to himself, as if he was cheering himself up: "Anyway, I'm ready to make a contract, it's okay to try this ritual, if it doesn't work, it should be teased, there is no loss, if it can be summoned, then ......"

His fists clenched again, his expression contorted, his eyes revealing obvious longing, anticipation, and tyranny.

Looking up and seeing that the mechanical clock was almost eleven thirty, Borak quickly got up and looked for white candles, mirrors, apples, and knives.

But the more anxious he was, the more things seemed to go wrong, and it was only after ten minutes that Borak found a mirror and a knife, and the white candle and apple were "hiding" somewhere.

At this time, Borak regretted very much that he had dismissed all the servants. gave them a day off, how can he, a noble lord, usually use himself to find things!

The thought of missing twelve o'clock in the middle of the night made Bolak slap himself, he was so impatient that he didn't want to wait until midnight tomorrow.

Sweating profusely, Borak managed to find a white candle and an apple in the kitchen.

There has never been a moment when Borak was so fond of these two ordinary things as he is now, and he was genuinely delighted.

Hurrying back to his study, Borak blew out the other candles, leaving only one candlestick in his hand to light it briefly. Then close the curtains. Set up mirrors, candles, apples, and knives.

Looking back at the time, and seeing that it was only two minutes before twelve o'clock in the morning, Borak quickly scattered his half-length blonde hair, unkempt like the evil witch of a bard's story.

Do it all. Borak sat quietly behind his desk. Waiting for the time to come. Suddenly, he remembered something, and suddenly became anxious: "Will the mechanical clock not be accurate? Will it miss twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?"

The old clock was often slowed down by a few minutes, and had to be adjusted by a watchmaker. And now there is no standard time to compare!

After taking out his pocket watch and confirming that there was no difference in the time, Borak began to doubt the accuracy of his pocket watch again, although he knew that twelve o'clock at midnight referred to the period from twelve o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, not twelve o'clock in the narrow sense, but he couldn't help but worry about this, worrying about that, and suffering from gains and losses.

The greater the hope, the greater the tension!

The ticking sound of the hands beating was unusually noticeable in the quiet of the night, and it seemed to resonate with Borak's heartbeat, making him feel like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, blood flowing wildly, and his forehead horns bulging and swelling.

When the low chime of twelve o'clock in the night sounded, Borak's back subconsciously straightened, and he quickly blew out the candlestick, and then hurriedly almost broke the white candle and lit it.

The dim light was faint and dim under the reflection of the mirror, and it was as if countless demons were hidden in the shadows.

Coupled with the darkness of the night and the closed room, the atmosphere immediately became eerie and terrifying, and Borak shivered slightly, somewhat convinced that this magical ritual was not a prank.

Swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, Borak picked up the teal apple and knife with slightly trembling hands and began to peel it.

Although he has never peeled a fruit himself, Borak also has the strength of a high-level knight squire, and his ability to control his hands is not bad, even if his movements are very clumsy and he almost cut off a few times, he has survived without danger.

After Borak gradually smoothed down, he moved his gaze upwards and looked in the mirror, only to see that in the mirror, his face was partially covered by messy hair, and the dim candlelight reflected the light and dark concave and convex, and the light flowed, looking hideous and strange.

Having never looked at himself in such a way, Borak couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and there was a strangeness in his self in the mirror, as if his soul had fallen into hell!

With a light hand, Borak looked down and saw that the apple had been completely peeled, and a circle of curled thin skin distorted and landed on the desk.

"Succeeded?" Borak hurriedly looked up to see if he had summoned the devil, but in the mirror there was only himself who was both expectant and hideous!

Intense disappointment welled up, and Borak whispered, "Did you do something wrong?"

Suddenly, a strange cool breeze blew in the closed room, making the dim glow of the white candle tremble, and Borak reflexively looked into the mirror, and saw that his blonde and blue-eyed self was also looking straight at him, no different from just now.

Just as he was about to bow his head in frustration, the corners of Borak's mouth in the mirror suddenly hooked up a strange smile, and then tore at his face, causing the whole face to fall off, revealing blurred flesh and blood.

"Ahh

The blurry flesh began to twist and wriggle, turning into a "devil" with a white face and a bright red tongue sticking out long:

"Follow your call, come from the deepest parts of hell, and say your request. ”

The cold and rigid voice made Borak tremble a few times again, but he also realized that he had really summoned the devil!

"I'm going to be a knight, no, I'm going to be a knight, I'm going to be Duke Plantagenet!" Borack roared excitedly. At this time, in his eyes, the ugly and terrifying-looking "devil" opposite was so amiable and respectable!

"The Devil's Law, if you want to get something, you must pay the same price, are you ready to pay the price?" the long tongue fell on his chest, and he shook it, and the "devil" said with an icy smile.

Borak was just about to blurt out that he was ready, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and forcibly stopped: "Ask for something different." The price to be paid is also different. Right?"

"Of course, I am one of the first and oldest of the seven devils of hell, 'Greed', and you need to pay the price for your greed that satisfies me. Said the self-proclaimed greedy devil.

Although he had never seen a devil like this, after Borak heard about the first and oldest seven devils. I remembered that I had seen a legend about the Sun King Thanos in the family vault. There are seven extremely mysterious ancient devils such as greed and abomination.

Come to think of it. Borak is a complete believer in the magic contract: "Dear Lord Greed, what price does it take for me to become Duke Plantagenet? What price does it cost to become a Grand Knight? And at what cost?"

A deal with the devil must not be deceived, and Borak remembered the note from his "father", "You must not sell your soul to the devil, and you must not rely on it".

"Greedy" The devil smiled faintly: "To become the Duke of Plantagenet, you need to hand over your soul to me after death, rest assured, you will live forever in my realm and enjoy endless happiness; to become a great knight, I want to get your remaining life after deducting the first fifty years, whether you can become a heavenly knight or a golden knight, you can only live to be fifty years old; if you just become an ordinary knight, but retain the possibility of advanced grand knight, I need you to exchange ten years of life." ”

Borak took a breath lightly, very hesitant, selling his soul and falling into the hell of the greedy devil forever, it was too terrifying, it was something he didn't want to choose for the time being, especially if the "father" repeatedly told him not to be deceived by the devil, and if he could only live to be fifty years old, then what was the point of becoming a great knight and competing for the Duke of Plantagenet?

However, the greedy devil seems to be different from other devils in that he does not play tricks at all, conceals the terms, and makes the costs and consequences clear.

After struggling for a long time, Borak asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Greed, after this choice, if I fail to achieve my goal, can I summon you again and make a new choice?"

"There is no problem, but the price that has been paid cannot be recovered, it is equivalent to a new deal. The greedy devil dispelled Bollack's doubts.

Borak took a deep breath: "I choose to become an ordinary knight, but I reserve the possibility of advancing to the grand knight. ”

"As you wish, but it will require a slight change in the trajectory of your destiny, so you must tell me in full that the more detailed and comprehensive the events that have happened and encountered in your life, the greater the number of advanced knights you may keep. "Greed and the devil salute like a gentleman.

Borak couldn't wait to become a knight, and had no doubts about the requirements of the greedy devil, after all, changing fate might indeed require this information, and judging from his knowledge of astrology, the more he knew about the diviner, the more accurate the divination results would be!

“...... My first time was seduced by my father's mistress...... But now that she's old, I'm starting to distance myself from her......"

Borak tells the story of his life, his habits, and his personality tendencies, whether they are secret or known to many people.

Outside the study, the secret guards sent by the Plantagenet family looked at the other end of the corridor as if they were stunned, according to the rules of the Plantagenet family, the guards cannot interfere with what the heirs do or what path they choose, as long as they can complete the test in the end, defeat the other heirs, become the Duke of Plantagenet, and do not sell their souls and the core interests of the family, then even if they collude with the devil before, it doesn't matter.

"Strength and means are the foundation of everything", this is the motto of the Plantagenet family.

Therefore, the guard did not stop Borak from entering and exiting the black market, but only kept him safe and recorded them and handed them to the old duke, who had just helped him find the white candle and apple and put them in a conspicuous place in the kitchen.

"Why is this magic ritual so weird and inexplicable?" Not long after the ritual began, the consciousness of such a guard gradually blurred.

............

In another room of the villa, Lucien, wearing a black hood, quietly looked at the mirror in front of him, smiling as he listened to Borak's detailed and complete narration.

That's an infinite number of times more than reading directly from memory!

Sometimes, even if you don't use magic, you can make the other person willingly tell your clear memory!

As long as you can find the loopholes in the mind, many "illusions" don't need to be cast directly! (To be continued......

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