The young man came to the very top of the attic, a dark and quiet place, where the old floor was covered with dust, and where the servants would not normally sweep.

The young man choked on the dust and coughed, and could not help muttering a few words, but soon he put the things in his hand on the ground, regardless of the dirt, and then took out a yellowed parchment roll from his bosom.

The parchment looked a little old, and the edges were a little broken, and the young man carefully spread the parchment on the ground, and a strange pattern appeared before his eyes.

The parchment scroll was filled with twisted and strange words, the old Wolapuk language, which was no longer used by anyone now, and the young man had to find someone to translate it with great difficulty.

According to the scroll, the young man arranged the messy and strange things on the floor one by one to form a mysterious figure, some of which resembled a crooked pentagram.

The young man took out the bottle of the hard-won girl's menstrual blood, opened it carefully, and carefully poured it on everything.

After finishing this issue, he took out a dagger from his bosom, and looked at the sharp blade that glowed with cold light, he hesitated again and again, and finally his eyes became hot and determined.

"I'm not afraid of anything for Miss Deborah.."

The young man gritted his teeth, picked up the dagger and slashed it in the palm of his left hand.

"Ahh He screamed, but quickly held back the pain, dripping the blood to the center of the pentagram, and at the same time, he hurriedly recited one strange incantation after another, in the Wolapuk language:

(Obey my call, Demon God from the depths of the dark underworld, come...) ）”

The young man repeated the incantation three times, and then watched the movement around him nervously, but the little attic was silent, and the dust flew freely in the light, and everything seemed unusually peaceful.

The blood in the palm of the young man's hand had already accumulated on the floor, and the wound was about to coagulate, and he couldn't help but show a look of disappointment.

"Damn it.. Have you been fooled by that bastard of Charles again?"

The young man cursed secretly, and was about to withdraw his injured left hand and bandage the wound well, when the small attic, which had been only a little dim, went completely dark.

The sunlight that came in through the cracks in the nailed planks seemed to have been absorbed by something, and there was not a single trace of light.

The young man was in a darkness before his eyes, and suddenly the floor lit up with a bright red light, and the red light came from the flowing blood, like red agate scattered on the ground.

The wind rose in the attic for no reason, and the young man fell backwards, and he was so frightened by the strange scene before him that he leaned against the wall and did not dare to move.

I saw that in the center of that ugly pentagram, there was a ripple in the void, and then two sharp horns slowly stretched out, and then the head, body, wings... Soon, a huge and monstrous terrifying creature is fully revealed.

The attic was so low that it had to bow slightly, and its scarlet eyes, full of violence and cruelty, swept around with a little curiosity, and then landed on the young man in the corner.

"It's you.. Summoned me?" The monster's voice was low and hoarse, but it wasn't unpleasant, but rather inexplicably magnetic.

The young man's face turned pale with fright, but the courage that came from somewhere made him shout, "Yes, Lord Demon God, I summoned you."

The young man swallowed hard, then nervously asked, "Will you fulfill one of my wishes according to the contract?"

The terrible monster looked at the young man with a smirk, and he couldn't stop shivering.

"Yes, please say it.. Say what you want.."

"Really?" the young man's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he couldn't wait to speak, "I hope that the beautiful Miss Deborah can fall in love with me once and for all."

A blush appeared on the young man's cheeks, and his eyes were obsessed, as if he had thought of some beautiful scene.

He looked at the monster expectantly, and the monster nodded cheerfully: "It's a very simple and interesting little wish, I can help you make it happen."

"It's just wonderful.." The young man forgot his fears with excitement, and scrambled to his feet, almost dancing with his hands, but soon he sensed something was wrong, and he stopped, looked up, and saw that the terrible monster was looking at him with interest.

"What's the matter, Lord Daede..." The young man cautiously asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Of course.." The monster spoke: "I will grant your wish for you, and you should also pay accordingly, this is a transaction, understand?"

The young man's heart chuckled, he pointed to the pentagram on the ground, and said, "I have already made a sacrifice?"

The monster glanced back and shook its head in disappointment, "Oh no, that pile of garbage isn't enough.."

"That.." The young man spoke nervously: "What do you want... Whatever I have, I can give it to you.."

The monster flashed a bright and hideous smile to the youth, "I swear, you must have.."

...

"Young Master.. Master Lawrence.."

The servant Ian hurried up to the attic, calling anxiously.

The staircase in the attic was frighteningly dark, and it was clear that the sun was shining in just now. Ian didn't care about the slightest doubt in his heart, and planned to rush in and call his own young master.

Just as he was about to step into the darkness, a tall, thin figure walked out quickly.

Ian was startled, and when he saw the appearance of the figure clearly, his eyes lit up: "Young master.."

Ian subconsciously looked behind the young master, but he couldn't see anything except darkness, only a strong smell of blood.

"Young Master, has the ceremony been successful?" Ian asked curiously.

The young man was still as handsome as before, but his eyes were slightly strange, and he was terribly cold.

However, he quickly recovered, with a look of resentment on his face, and replied with a curse in his mouth: "To hell with the ritual or something... Damn Charles, that bastard, scoundrel, cheated me out of fifty gold coins and injured me, and nothing happened.."

Ian noticed that there was still blood on the young man's palm, and he hurriedly spoke: "Young Master, you are injured?.. Let's go back and bandage it."

"Damn, do you need a reminder of this.." The young man seemed to be in a bad mood and scolded again.

Suddenly, Ian remembered the purpose of his entry, and exclaimed, "By the way, young master, I forgot to remind you... The Viscount has returned... Maybe I'll see you later."

"Stupid!" the handsome young man smacked Ian on the head and scolded bitterly, "Tell me now, if I let my father know that I am not in the study, he will definitely discipline me severely. Let's go.."

"Oooh.."

The young man looked anxious, and without saying much, he hurried down the attic.

Ian was a step slower, and he was about to catch up, but he couldn't help but look back again.

The darkness in the depths of the attic, as if there was something mysterious and terrifying, stared at him faintly.

Ian shuddered, didn't dare to look any more, and hurriedly turned to leave.