Chapter 427: The Oath of the Devil's Shackles That Control the Depths of the Soul
"It's not that I can give you anything," Joan of Arc leaned back slightly, "It's whether you can help me, and what price do you need me to pay to help me!" "The first point of negotiation, even if you only have one hole card, you can't expose your hole cards first, you need to know the general direction of the other party's needs, so Joan of Arc looks very casual and kicks the ball to Don Quixote.
"What do I want?" Don Quixote frowned slightly, and casually extinguished the few cigarette butts that were left in the ashtray. Let's not talk about whether I have such a powerful ability, if there is one of the things you have that is precious enough for a person in his right mind to compete with the true God, then I think that if you are willing to give it to the temple and confess your crimes, the temple of the sun should spare your life, and if you don't do this, it proves that in fact you should have nothing but the rights you have now. β
"You didn't ask for it, how do you know I didn't?" Joan of Arc still looked at Don Quixote with her head held high and a smile on her lips. And I think I know better than you about the Sun Temple, especially now that there is no Pope, the radicals will not let me leave the Supreme Bright Plateau alive because I have sacrificed a certain treasure, if the matter of me being a traitor is exposed, not only me, but also the vast majority of conservatives will be implicated, so, in every sense, your previous reasoning is not valid. β
"Then I'll put it another way," Don Quixodra crossed his chair and sat opposite Joan of Arc, "whether I have that ability or not, in the world of Faeron, it is extremely unwise to provoke the true God, and sometimes, even if I discuss it, I am afraid that I will offend the true God, a long time ago when I was still alone and not afraid of heaven and earth, if there is such a benefit that is enough to **, I may still be moved." β
"But now, as you can see, I can also describe it as a success, there is endless money, there is the most beautiful woman in my eyes, there is a daughter I love, and a career that is enough to make everyone envious, in this state, no matter what conditions you come up with, I can't agree, after all, you can make money when it's gone, but there is only one life. β
"That makes a lot of sense," Joan of Arc didn't seem to be discouraged by Don Quixote's straightforward refusal, it was obvious that she had already imagined these situations in her mind before making the decision to find Don Quixote, after all, this was the most basic speculation, any normal person of Faeron ability will always be extremely careful when facing the problem of the true god, so she naturally has a corresponding solution, otherwise, why would she risk the disclosure of her identity to do something that is destined not to succeed at the same time, and put her own handle in the hands of another personγ
As for Don Quixote's true identity, it can't be used to blackmail this man at all, after all, it is Leon who nominally rules the Third Republic now, and with him in front, Don Quixote can be regarded as a secondment at best, and in addition, the Germanic Empire has fallen apart, and there is no longer any ability to confront Char, who is still the world's number one power.
"However, all your previous assumptions are that everything you have done is known to the sun god, such as removing the seed buried in the depths of my soul, so that the sun god will feel it, so as to locate my position at that time, after all, if there is a problem with the saint, it will still alarm the sun god, then," said Joan of Arc, who seemed to be filled with a triumphant expression," If I tell you that I have a way to block out all external perception for a period of time, even if it is the true God, and I can also bring out the benefits that I have talked about before that which are enough to appeal to you, if you have that ability, I wonder if you will agree?"
"Hehe," Don Quixote scratched his hair, and lit a cigarette for himself, "where in the world can there be such a coincidence, as if everything was designed in advance, I said, if there is a benefit that is attractive enough to me, there really is, I said, I am afraid of being discovered by the true God, so there is a way to block the perception of the true God, Lady Joan of Arc, I wonder if you drew a huge steamed bun on a piece of paper for me, and then told me that this thing can satisfy my hunger." β
"After fighting with Xiuyi Haier for so long, I think you must also know some about many of this person's secret techniques, such as the soul lock you mentioned earlier, and for example, I don't know if you have heard of the 'Inner Demon Oath'?"
The Great Oath of the Heart Demons, originally said that this was a special word for the Flood Desolation, but at this moment it has been translated by Joan of Arc in the Earman language, which roughly means 'the oath of the shackles of the devil who controls the depths of the soul', although it is not as concise as the language of the Flood Desolation, but the meaning is very appropriate.
Although the people of the world of Faeron do not need to cultivate their minds to obtain powerful power, they still have some understanding of such things as loopholes in their own hearts, but the ability of Faeron usually chooses to circumvent rather than defeat, after all, they are also promoted to the mage of the realm, one path is smooth, and the other way, such as Don Quixote, almost became a puppet, and it is self-evident which one is chosen by the vast majority of people.
"Yes," Don Quixote nodded slightly, "For some reason, I have received a lot of memories from Char's guardian god, the Soul of the Ancestors, so I still have some knowledge of many of the secret techniques used by that guy named Xiuyi Haier." β
Strictly abide by the first law of the traverser, unless it is desperate and extremely trusting, such as the great goddess Osiris, Don Quixote, who can never reveal the secret of being a traverser, has returned everything to the soul of the ancestors who are already dead and can no longer die, this kind of excuse, I am afraid that Apollo Ding will not find any flaws, of course, Apollo Ding, who is sitting in his office at the moment and eavesdropping, really believes Don Quixote's statement.
"So," Joan of Arc took out a piece of parchment that was obviously printed with the style mantra of the Flood Desolation Buddha Gate from the spatial ring, and put a hand on it, and the indifference on his face was replaced by a hint of a smile, as if he had encountered something happy, "I, Joan of Arc Mercidis Brooke, am willing to make a 'demonic oath' to this Lord Don Quixote in front of me, as long as Don Quixote is willing to do so." 'The Demon of the Heart', and when I show him the two conditions I have mentioned before, first, enough to attract the benefit of any person who is able, and second, the means to temporarily block all perception, he will help me to pull out the seed of the power of the sun god in my soul, then I will show those two conditions. β
After a tongue twister-like oath that is enough to stun most people, accompanied by a somewhat strange fluctuation, Don Quixote feels that there seems to be some kind of connection between Joan of Arc and himself, and he can't tell what it feels like, obviously this is the so-called heart demon oath, using everyone's heart demon with the secret magic circle to bind the person who swears, once the breach of contract, it will produce a result similar to the heart demon fighting with the body, and then the heart demon wins, of course, there is also a plus, after the heart demon wins, it will still be destroyed by the secret magic circle, that is, this person will dieοΌ
"As a subordinate of Xiuyi, I am also looking for some downlines who can be trusted enough in the Sun Temple and branch halls around the world, so he handed me this 'Heart Demon Oath', and he can firmly pull the oath taker into our camp without the help of the oath of the true god, but now it seems that it is really convenient to have this thing, so," Joan of Arc actually grinned a few times, obviously this should be his sister at this moment, "Dear Don Quixote, what are you going to do?"
"You swore an oath," Don Quixote leaned back in his swivel chair and swayed from side to side, "it proves that what you say is true, but the thing is, it's all what you think it's true, and I think you know what I mean." β
"Do you think that I am a saint who is comparable to the strength of a mage in the realm, and I have been in the temple for so many years, whether it is the mastery of power or the understanding of true gods, will anyone be more familiar with it than me?"
Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, "That's your problem, the Demon Oath is not an ordinary oath, either you take out the two things you have, and after I read it, I decide whether to help you or not, or you go back and forth!"
"You!" This time, Joan of Arc's face finally changed, of course, it was her sister Nilou who controlled her body at this time, "You bastard!!Don't go too far!!You ~ woo ~ woo ~ " Nilou, who was still thinking about what to say, suddenly lost her voice, it seemed that control should have been snatched away by her sister, but before losing control, Nilou actually spat out a mouthful of saliva!
Don Quixote is foot control, not saliva control, so for a realm mage, this mouthful of saliva that does not contain any rule power and the surrounding spittle stars are impossible to touch him, directly hovering in mid-air, being gathered together, and then turned into an ice lump and was thrown into the ashtray by Don Quixote.
"I'm sorry," Joan of Arc wiped the saliva marks from the corners of her mouth, and the female surname, who was still calm and composed, blushed a little, her sister did such a thing, which really made her face gloomy, "Nilou was a little impulsive in her surname, and hoped that His Excellency Don Quixote would not be angry. β
"Your sister's surname is very cute, and I like to deal with such straightforward people," Don Quixote said with a slight provocation of the corners of his mouth, "but again, this matter is too risky, and the reason why I am still here to communicate with you is because, I really need more strength to make me willing to take this risk, of course, all this is based on what you said." The solution is really a viable solution, not a self-hypnosis based on your self-knowledge, otherwise, even if I crave power, I will not participate in it!"
Naturally, what Don Quixote is referring to is the future end of the world, and he still firmly believes in his own judgment, the goddess of magic must have a problem!
"It seems that my guess is not wrong," after putting the handkerchief back, Joan of Arc once again regained a sense of holiness, as if it was someone else who spat just now, and it is no wonder that the temple is competing to cultivate such a person as a saint, and it is too easy to deceive believers with divine magic, "You really have the ability to fight against the true god!"
"I didn't say that," said Don Quixote, shaking his neck, and looked up at the clock on the wall, which was about to be five o'clock, which meant that he was about to leave work.
"I can understand your caution, but," Jeanne d'Arc took a deep breath and pressed her hands on the table as she stared at Don Quixote, "I hope you can remember that today, here, there is a woman who is struggling for ** and has entrusted her past, present, and future to you, so if you go against your heart, I will curse you for the rest of your life!!" )