"See the look in this guy's eyes, take you for food, Candson."

The young knight wrinkled her small nose, the freckles on it twitching slightly, "You better think about how to calm down a hungry beast first." ”

Unabashedly spicy sarcasm.

In this regard, the expression of the middle-aged mage, who was almost pointed at his nose and scolded, changed slightly, and the emotions of disappointment and sighing swept over his unclear face.

"Uneducated, May."

Not a rebuttal, the female knight seemed to be.

"I'm such a person, heh, it's those old antiques of the Cathedral of Light who are trying to wrap me... In fact, more than half of the Glorious Seven Ranks, including me, are mercenary-born guys. ”

She paused, revealing a look of disdain, "Why, you know it yourself, don't you, what the hell are those samurai from noble backgrounds?" ”

"Also, don't think I don't know about the you and a few holy officials."

The female knight's series of ried-backs made the middle-aged mage make a helpless expression, and he frowned and couldn't stop sighing, "Compared to these old things..."

"Stand back, Campson, May."

Sensing Tang Ze slowly approaching, an extremely dangerous premonition enveloped the silent necromancer's heart, his pupils shrank, and the first thing he said was a shout.

"It can see us! Hurry up! Back off! ”

Faced with the puzzled looks of his two companions, the necromancer's voice was lowered, and he met Tang Ze's cold gaze with an incredulous look.

“···”“···”

The female knight and the middle-aged mage both had their own thoughts, and although they were surprised, they were still calm, looked at Tang Ze vigilantly, and slowly moved back.

Boom!!

Lightly stopped a few meters in front of the three soul bodies, and Tang Ze's face under the black helmet was interesting.

"Interesting, I've been chattering for a long time, so I think I can't see you?"

The clear but deep Canduran language made the faces of the three soul bodies change again and again, and under the frightened and unexpected expressions, a little joy was revealed.

But they cover it up well.

"Ahem, honorable demon lord, it was rude before."

Coughing lightly twice, the middle-aged mage concealed his slight embarrassment, and gestured to the two companions with different expressions with his eyes, and smiled at Tang Ze without losing his grace.

"Your erudition is truly astonishing, and I've seen some of the demons who know the human language—"

Halfway through speaking, before Tang Ze could show his impatience, the middle-aged mage interrupted the polite words at the right time, and his expression was much more serious.

"Make a deal? There are many secrets here that will surely interest you. ”

As soon as the middle-aged mage's voice fell, the female paladin on the side spoke out at the right time, and she said it with a frown.

"I have heard that demons like you not only thirst for great power, but are also interested in all that human beings have to infuse themselves with desire, plundering power, wealth, and even beauty?"

Only the necromancer was silent, his eyes flickering.

It was very important for the souls of these three professionals to test whether Tang Ze was a beast that coincidentally rushed into the catacombs in search of power, or a devil who was meticulously planning to try to plunder the throne of Andariel.

Being able to go deep into the second layer of the catacombs as an intruder is enough to make the souls of professionals with different minds think about it.

There was no need for them to ask more about Tang Ze's secrets.

Like they say, it's just a deal.

"How did the pros end up here?"

Tang Ze replied nonchalantly.

"The rebellion failed, he was killed by Andariel, his body turned into a bloody feast, and his soul was banished to the depths of the catacombs."

The knight replied lightly, as if it were not her own who had died, "Interesting question, Campson is right, demons like you are indeed too rare..."

Tang Ze's attitude made the female knight feel novel, as if she was communicating with a human, but she did not let her guard down because of this.

“···”

Listening to the female knight's speech, Tang Ze frowned.

How is it possible that there were professionals who broke into the catacombs before Rog's camp?

In his own experience, from the beginning of the Taymour Heights, a series of maps are so closely connected that it is impossible to reach the catacombs without going through the previous maps unless you can dig thousands of feet into the ground.

However, Tang Ze sensed the clue from their words.

The rebellion failed, perhaps they were the professionals who preceded Andariel's encroachment on the cathedral, and they were also the victims of the devastating blow of the Demonic Plague to Canduras.

"What about the level?"

The rank and data of the profession are extremely private matters, and Tang Ze's rash question made the female knight's face cold.

"Are you asking too many questions?"

"Stop."

Before the female knight could attack, the middle-aged mage hurriedly waved his hand.

"We've all noticed the monsters on this level, Lord Demon, I can sense Andariel's wariness of you, but you should know nothing about her."

With no expression of victory in hand, and no look of temptation, the middle-aged mage stated in a calm tone, "At least in terms of position, we are the same as you, fighting against Andariel and destroying him is also avenging ourselves. ”

"Don't you want to hear about her secrets?"

However, Tang Ze's reaction was beyond their expectations.

"How many souls are there like you?"

The undisguised intent of the questioning finally made the souls of the three professionals change their faces.

"Want to devour us?"

Poof, the female knight looked regretful, "Kenderson, I'll just say that what you did was in vain, a demon or a demon." ”

The middle-aged mage closed his eyes and sighed softly.

Then, the necromancer, who had been silent, spoke up.

"Since we have chosen to communicate with you, demon, we miserable souls have already looked down on life and death."

Gray-white light swirled in his eyes.

"Death and destruction make us realize countless cruel truths, the destruction of the sacred, the defilement of purity, the erosion of living humanity into bones, the transformation of civilization into purgatory, and all this that you cannot stop even if you give your life."

"In the face of darkness, anyone's life and death don't matter anymore."

The necromancer looked directly at Tang Ze, "We have only one purpose now, to kill Andariel, and for this we are doing everything we can to ask for help from all beings who can turn to it. ”

The long years of cold silence in the dark catacombs have worn away their beliefs and prejudices, but it cannot erase their obsessions.

"Sooner or later you're going to have to fight against Andariel, and instead of killing us, why don't you let us do your aid?"

Finally, the necromancer's eyes lit up and he confided in his heart.