That night, the small building in the dock area was on the second floor

The second floor of the house was originally used by witches to store valuables, but with the improvement of its base, the storehouse-like house has fulfilled its mission. However, the witch's secret door and many cubicles designed to hide things give Cheese a perfect space to play. After writing a large number of magical symbols on the walls of the current room, and deliberately sealing the only two doors of the room with wax, he was given a safe enough secret room.

Roland and Sparrow on the first floor of the small building didn't know what the mage was doing upstairs, and it was normal for them for the caster to want to be alone for a while. As for what Cheese was going to do with this time, the two didn't ask much. But if they knew that the mage was here to summon a real devil, they probably wouldn't be so laid-back.

Summoning the devil is not a difficult task for cheese, and the devil has always been more than happy to answer the call of humans or other intelligent beings. Even in order to make it easier for these potential trading partners to summon themselves, the devils will spread the summoning method through various means, according to the incomplete statistics in the Gray Tower Library, the number of popular devil summoning spells in the world is at least ten times more than that of demon summoning. Unlike demonic summoning, which can only be performed by true spellcasters, the devils do not care about the nobility of the trader, as long as they can take away the soul, they do not care whether they ask for help from the king or the farmer, so the strange but effective spell of magic came into being.

What Cheese is going to cast now is the safer of these spells. The floor of the chamber is painted with a fine pattern of pentagrams in white wax, and on each of the five corners of the pentagram is a candle soaked in goat's blood. The mage himself sat on a wooden chair in the center of the pentagram, this was not the first time Cheese had summoned the devil, but this time he had summoned the strongest of all times.

As for the broker, Cheese thought of many people who could provide him with information, such as his teacher, Clarke, the lord of the Gray Tower, who must have known about it. Moreover, Senior Sister An Lina, who has lived longer than ordinary people imagine, is also very likely to know the relevant secrets. Ask these people, it's obviously much safer. But the mage can't do that. The reason for this is simple, although Cheese believes that the information in the hands of these people must be safer and more accurate than the information he obtained from his own dealings with the devil, but both Clark and Ann Lina have good reasons to hide some of the relevant content, and they always do, and the mage can understand that it is against the spirit of the Gray Tower to present the too cruel truth to the unprepared at once. So Cheese also knows that if he wants to get the truth here and now, he can't rely on the companions of the Gray Tower, embrace the darkness, and you can understand the darkness.

The windows in the chamber were naturally sealed with wax, but the twilight of the setting sun shone through the variegated glass windows. Dusk is a wonderful moment, and in the eyes of poets, it is far more romantic than the sunrise, which symbolizes new life and growth. In the mage's view, this is the most suitable time of the day to summon demons, and the special time point of black and white confusion such as dusk coincides with the contradictory nature of the devils' evil but orderly.

"Whew" Cheese didn't use any magic, but the candles in the room burned on their own. At first, the white candle on the pentagram emitted a gentle yellow flame, but as the goat's blood in the tray flowed up the edge of the candle as if it had come to life, the color of the candle gradually became uncomfortable. By the time the five candles had turned completely red, the light from their wicks was already a dark green of a rotten swamp. The five waxes were the only light source in the room, and they cast five shadows from five directions, and as these shadows slowly converged to the center of the pentagram, the color of the candle flame suddenly changed back to orange and yellow.

"I have to say, as a grey robe, I am flattered by your meticulous preparation. A tall, thin figure standing behind the mage's chair stretched out his hands, rested on the back of the wooden chair, and whispered in Cheese's ear. "Especially, it's not the first time we've met, Mr. Cheese. The candlelight illuminated the figure's outfit, a black suit that covered every inch of his body, except for the different colors on the man's face, which he wore with a mask painted with blue and red lines, and an exaggerated smiling face.

The mage chuckled, "When communicating with an being like you, no amount of caution is enough. ”

The smiley man tilted his head, and a thin, high voice continued from under the mask, "I'll take this as your compliment to me. So, dear Mr. Cheese, what did you summon me for? Don't forget, you owe me a favor last time at the Iron Keep. I want you to help me get it back, but you haven't got it yet. ”

"Well, being deceived by Marcus's pure mortal, should I say that you devil is really unprofessional?" Cheese still smiled in the face of the other man's whisper. But in the sleeves of the smiling man's unseen, the mage's knuckles were already white with nervousness. The devil didn't tell him the name Marcus, and after Ironkeep rescued Cheese from Lady Muchfoot, he only told the mage that he had stolen his things in this kingdom, without giving any more hints. Therefore, when Cheese said the name Marcus, he was not 100% sure whether he was the person the devil was looking for.

"I don't need you to worry about whether I'm professional or not, Grey Robe. Now that you've found the thief, why don't you do it?" the smiling man's voice was a little annoyed, but the mage was sure he was pretending. But the other party's reaction convinced Cheese that he had found the right person.

"You see, I'm not really sure Marcus is that guy, so I'm not going to make sure I'm not mistaken. If I find the wrong person, it's not a good thing for you and me, is it?" the mage raised an eyebrow, acting as if he didn't care.

It was an unexpected reaction when he knew Cheese's words, "Haha, hahaha, hahaha!" Without looking back, the mage knew that the devil behind him was probably laughing unstoppable. This unexpected situation made him frown.

"Oh, please forgive me for my gaffes!" the devil laughed for about five minutes before stopping, touching the non-existent tears in the corners of his mask's eyes with his hand, "after all, you look so good that it makes me happy." I really didn't expect you to come to such a conclusion just by meeting it once and adding the information you got from that Dementor chick's mouth. Tell me, is this your exclusive magic? Can you detect the peculiar smell of that thief?"

"Not everything depends on magic, and it is enough to perceive many things by observing and thinking about the connections between things. This is something I've only recently learned. The man who taught me this is now having dinner downstairs. Cheese straightened up and said. As for why the Devil knew about his meeting with Marcus and asked about Ciel in the carriage, the mage knew that he wouldn't tell him.

"Well, his soul is so, uh, complicated, not my type. But that's not the point, do you want to keep talking to me about your growth, or do we want to get straight to the point and talk about 'brokers'. The devil asked in a low voice, turning his head to the other ear of Cheese.