The young son of the Grand Commander of Sambia sat on a chair in the tent, drinking a cup of hot mead, the sweet wine and the vigorous heat brought by the brazier in the tent brought a little warmth to Clark, and even calmed down his somewhat excited mood a little, and glanced at the lust demon wearing a leather armor and disguised himself as a human, and Clarke's heart was filled with fear.

After the demon took out the six-fingered evil emblem of Grazt, Clark found that the magic collar that he thought was omnipotent could only partially control the demon, and could not completely control the other party as he thought, this magic collar was made by a mage of the family, and this worship was also Clark's teacher, Clark knew very well that his teacher could contact the fifth layer of the magic net, and this collar also used a large number of precious magic materials, which were mixed with some materials from Heavenly Mountain, and the damage and control of the demons in the lower realms should be quite strong。

But now this demon shows that she is a priest of Grazt who is quite strong, as a magic apprentice, Clark knows very well that this demon can resist the power of the magic collar, either her own strength is far beyond her expectations, or there is a spellcaster behind her who is more powerful than her teacher, and she can get rid of the control of magic, but the demon has been bent on himself all this time, which makes Clark feel a little frightened.

"Are you afraid of me?" asked Lust seductively to Clarke.

Clark subconsciously shuddered, wanting to refute this plaything that could be bullied at will, but thinking of the strong strength of the other party and the powerful forces that may exist behind him, he could only shake his head indiscriminately and didn't say anything more.

"Our purpose is the same, the Church of our Lord will help you to seize the position of Grand Ruler of Sambia, and we have made a deal. Lust smiled sweetly and hooked Clarke's neck, kissing him as he spoke.

While absentmindedly dealing with the beauty in his arms, Clark was full of fear and chagrin at the so-called deal, the so-called deal was probably that the Grazt Church helped him ascend to the throne of the Grand Ruler of Sambia, and he used the power in his hands to help the Grazt Church develop in Sambia, the deal seemed to be very fair, and there was no condition for selling his soul as Clark thought, but Clark understood that after signing a treaty with the devil, he had actually sold his soul.

Clark's knowledge of the lower realms is not very good, he doesn't know if his soul is still redeemed in this situation, he doesn't even know where his soul will go after death, it is impossible to go to the clear water realm of the goddess of wealth Workin, the object of his contract is the devil, but this devil is a believer of Grazt, so after his death, will his soul go to the nine layers of hell, or will Grazt's kingdom in the bottomless abyss?

Thinking about these questions, Clark barely coped with the lust in his arms, ate a few bites of the white bread and strawberries that had been kept fresh by magic, and hurriedly ended the simple lunch, adjusted briefly, and prepared to meet his brother Mikros.

At the suggestion of the Lust, Clark quickly went to his father, knelt down and confessed his previous mistakes in business, and begged the Grand Commander to give him another chance.

I can't tell if it's because of the compassion for my own blood, or if I can't bear to be smeared with snot and tears by Clarke's dirty pants, the Grand Commander impatiently gives Clark a second chance, this time Clark didn't get too involved in things he didn't understand, and consulted the professional caravan leader for everything, with the help of the Lust Demon, Clark succeeded in this business activity, and then made persistent efforts to achieve many successes, although he didn't do anything amazing, but it was also decent.

The Grand Commander, who was satisfied with Clark's recent performance, agreed to Clark's request to go to the front line of Bow Valley, of course, it was impossible for him to lead the troops, but let him escort a batch of supplies to Bow Valley, and then serve as an advisor in the private army of the Edric family, so as to see what the battlefield was like under the protection of his brother.

At the door of the tent stood four strong warriors wearing magic breastplates, armed with magic swords and tower shields, Clark looked at these powerful guards, and secretly swallowed saliva in his heart, is this the elite of the private army formed by his brother himself-the silver raven? Clark felt a wave of bitterness and inferiority in his heart, although there were similar elite guards in the family, but these people in front of him were his brother's private soldiers, and they would not even obey his father's orders.

Although he has the support of the Grazt Church, the Grazt Church is not strong in Faeron, the human lions in the desert and the snake tribes in the remote areas are the most believers, and the church on the Sambia side has just been founded, although the strength has developed rapidly, but the foundation is insufficient, and there is no blood sacrifice and no way to gather reinforcements from other planes or the abyss, so Clark knows that he is not sure to win.

The attendant quickly entered the tent and reported that his demonic bodyguard had been stopped from the tent, and that he had been placed in the tent after being relieved of the ornate sword worn by the nobleman and the dimensional bag at his waist.

After many days, Clark saw his dazzling brother again, looking at the majestic brother, Clark saw his father's appearance when he was young, and the two looked at each other, looking for the place on their half-brother and what they imagined.

The two began to greet each other very politely, and Clark was still thinking about how he would deal with his brother if he was very warm to him, but now it seemed that his thoughts were superfluous, and his brother just greeted him very politely, saying some dispensable words, and sent himself out of the tent without waiting a while, and did not give himself any real power.

Walking out of the tent, Clark looked up at the cloudy sky, the clouds were blocking out the afternoon sun, and some golden sunlight escaped through the gaps in the clouds.

Thinking about the plan he had agreed with the Lust Demon, Clarke's mind was very confused, thinking back to the slightly unfamiliar meeting with his brother just now, but Clark recalled the scene when he was a child, and his brother, who was much older than him, would tell him stories after the adventure.

When he was young, he had to learn magic and naturalism every day, as well as business knowledge and business etiquette, and the stories and small gifts that his brother brought when he returned from an adventure were the things he looked forward to the most.

"The giant spider lunged at me, and I dodged its spit and fangs, and stabbed my sword into its compound eyes. Clark smiled as he thought of his brother's triumphant way of telling him the story, and the surprise he had received a giant spider tusk as a gift.

But thinking of the current situation, the smile that had just bloomed quickly solidified and turned into a sigh.

"People shouldn't grow up. Clark suddenly said to the demon without a head.