A month ago, Jory was just a cashier for a small company in Europe, living a daily life counting bills and paying people's salaries. When he encounters a knife-wielding gangster, he will flee in terror. There is nothing to be ashamed of, it is that people have an instinct for self-preservation.

And this instinct of self-protection is fear, fear, and strong fear can influence people's choices, so that people can choose to avoid danger and save their lives.

But today, a month later, at this moment, Jory holds the starting point in one hand, and gathers the most important poem in his little hand without any fear, he lives like a stupid madman, threatening the terrifying behemoth in front of him with his humble language.

Crazy, a stupid madman...... In fact, Jory was worried that he wasn't crazy enough, and he was worried that the lava lord couldn't see that he was crazy enough to do anything.

The most popular poem is to have a little bit of beloved things, as long as they like a little bit, no matter who they are, Jory will not let them snatch a little bit of their beloved things. As long as it was grabbed in a little hand, Jory would stand in front of it, cutting off every claw that came through it.

After a month of absence, Jori, he has completely fallen into the darkness of this world. Jory used to be afraid of knife-wielding gangsters, but now, facing a demon that is more terrifying than 10,000 knife-wielding gangsters, Jory has only a look of madness on his face.

Even Jory himself is keenly aware of his changes, from a white-collar worker who screams in horror when he encounters something, to a lamb who will be numb at the sight of death, and after the original sin greed is awakened in the village of Candlestick, his character has gradually become a sinister and despicable villain. And when he saw with his own eyes that he was close to death, Chory's heart was empty at that time. He felt that if he lost a little bit. There will be a gap in his heart that cannot be filled.

The shackles of the heart, the moment when Jory abandoned it. That moment of heraldic reminded Jory that his original sin awakened "hatred". From that moment on, Jory himself did not notice his change.

Just like now......

A huge head in front of him was less than ten meters away from Jory's body, and the volume of this head alone was twenty times larger than Jory's.

But there was not the slightest fear on Jory's face, even from a few days ago.

Jory, grinning sickly, his round eyes seemed to open the corners of his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the Lava Lord for a moment, his pupils gradually moving closer to dark red. His eyes flashed with a blood-like darkness.

Brown-black hair flutters in the heat current, and the hair becomes dry and can be ignited by the heat at any time.

"Cheap thing, you can't bear my anger, before I get angry, you still have the opportunity to take the initiative to give me the most expected poem!"

The Lava Lord opened his huge mouth and roared silently, and the fierce flame wind pressure spewed towards Jori, and the visible orange-red flame whirlwind swept along the mountain road beside Jory.

Jory didn't have the ability to transmit voice in his heart, so he put the dots back in front of him. Rubbing his little head and lowering his head, Jorisson sneered and whispered.

"It seems that it is useless to say it with words......"

The black and red leather coat that covered Jory's upper body was in Jory's sneer. The blood mist that disintegrated into the form of mist, and these blood mist surged and writhed into various forms on Jory's body. Raising his right arm, a dark red blood mist suddenly surged towards Jory's arm. These blood mist condensed in his hands.

A solid black and red object appeared on Jory's right hand.

Slender and warm. A short thorn the color of blood.

"I can touch the last poem and manipulate it, and I can destroy it even more!!" Jory roared. It turned out to be that he put Diandian at hand, and waved a short spur with his backhand towards the most important poem in Diandian's hand!

What you like, I will protect for you. What you cherish, I cherish. Maybe this creature won't be coerced, maybe it's going to be a fierce battle, but before that moment comes, say sorry, I have to do what I have to do.

"Mi!"

It saw that Jory was actually going to hurt the milky white flowers in its little hand, and it bounced up from Jory's palm, opened its eyes wide, waved its little hand with fear, and screamed out of its mouth, as if to stop Jory's behavior.

Jory's movements did not have a trace of condensation, he grasped the broken thorn smoothly, replaced it with a backhand, raised it high, clenched the hand of the black and red short thorn, and kept piercing towards the most important poem.

"Mi! Cat’s meow! ”

Every pair of eyes was watching Jory's every move. It looked up at Jory's absolutely cold face, and it couldn't believe that Jory would actually attack this flower. Seeing that Jory's black thorn was about to stab, he screamed and pounced directly on the most important poem, and pressed the milky white flower with his body.

Seeing Diandian using his fragile body to protect the most recent poem, Jory's palm suddenly puffed up several green tendons, but he still stabbed down with the same speed......

If......

"Roar! Stop me!! ”

The high-pitched ascension burst into action, and the Lava Lord couldn't help but open his huge mouth, one arm propped up on the mountain road not far from Jory, his head suddenly approached, and he opened his mouth to spit out a huge sound.

"Poof......

Blood splattered out, and in an instant, a smell of burnt blood wafted up.

The black and red thorns still pierced, and the ring finger of Jory's left hand left his palm, and blood gushed out from his severed finger.

"Earlier...... I thought you were so stubborn......" Jory lowered his head and waved his hand away from the black thorn in his hand.

If, at that moment, the Lava Lord hadn't shouted to stop, Jory's black thorn would still have pierced it, the same in his own hand. If so, he will throw the dots out of the mountain as fast as possible in the next moment, and let it leave with the most anticipated poem.

Hurt a little bit once, although it was not Jory's active consciousness, but his guilt for a little bit was always like a pinprick in his heart, and if he didn't do something, he couldn't let go of this thorn happily. Every time Jory saw a little clear and flawless eyes, and every time he saw the eyes in which he was still willing to believe himself, Jory's heart felt like blood...... Heaviness.

The ideal is beautiful, the reality is cruel, Jory is helpless about what is happening in front of him, he faces the lava demon who is stronger than himself, he has no other way than to make crazy moves, so that the lava lord is jealous, he has no choice.

Lava blood is bound to be obtained, there have been some conjectures in his heart, Jory has always wanted to get the blood of powerful creatures to verify his idea, this is a way he guessed that he can make himself stronger quickly, so he must get lava blood, there is no time! Seeing that a month is about to pass, Jori, who wants to return to his hometown all the time, in this world of Athallas, where you die or I die, racing against time to become stronger is the only way to survive!

And Jory's sinister gamble, he wins, he guessed correctly the lava lord's desire for the last poem, and the lava lord can't tolerate the destruction of the upcoming last poem.

The Lava Lord was clearly holding back the anger of crushing Jori, he no longer communicated with Jory by telepathy, and directly opened his huge mouth to spray a lava stream, and he roared sullenly: "Tell me, what exactly do you want!" How can you give me the most anticipated poem! ”

"I won't give you the most anticipated poem."

Standing up from the ground, blood dripping from Jory's left hand, he uttered the words in a flirtatious tone that almost made the Lava Lord rage.

Just before the Lava Lord was about to go berserk, Jory paused for a moment, and he changed his tone and said, "I can only lend it to you, and after lending it to you, it can't be less than five drops of 'lava blood' as payment." Together, we open the soul contract and make a trust agreement. ”

"I can only lend you the last poems, and you must ensure that I will not suffer any harm in your territory, whether it be mental or physical. You can't imprison me, you can't insult me, you can't provoke me, you can't deceive me, and you can't give me back the last poem as soon as it's over...... As long as you agree, the most anticipated poem will be lent to you immediately! ”

The flames on the lava lord's skull dimmed for a moment.

The academic knowledge of the finance department gives Jory enough of an advantage when it comes to arguing interests, even if he can't say it well, at least not let the Lava Lord take advantage of his language loopholes and kill him.

As long as there is a soul contract, both parties cannot renege during the commission period. The party who violates the rules of the commission will be regarded as a traitor by Castlevania, and Castlevania will never be merciful to a traitor, even if he is a powerful demon.

A few days ago, the fire man also said that the reason why fire hunters crave the most popular poems is to strengthen the resilience of the flesh and improve the survival rate.

However, from the moment he saw that the Lava Lord was willing to compromise with Jory with such a high-level lifeform for the sake of the most anticipated poem, Jory knew that the original fire man did not tell the truth to himself, and at least half of the information was hidden.

It's not the fire hunter who needs the most poetry, but the lava demon who is as tall as a mountain!

Raising his head, Jory's gaze seemed to pass through the layers of beams and look at the fire man standing on the edge of the mountain road. His hands were dripping with blood, but he didn't seem to feel the pain of a severed finger.

But at this moment, the fire man fell on a section of the mountain road in the lower part of the mountain. There, Cleron held the scarf in his hand and gently held it to his mouth. When he coughed softly, he walked along the mountain road towards the mountain road without slowing down.

Clemon walked on the mountain road swept by the heat wave, his figure and temperament were incompatible with the surrounding environment, like ice placed in a blazing fire, exuding a cool atmosphere.

The fire man clenched his fists and muttered in a low voice.

"Cleron the hell, what the hell are you ...... What do you want? (To be continued......)