Berudona disappeared into the parchment roll for a moment. Annan looked up and saw that the witch was surrounded by a group of children, and she also took off her hat and put it on Cathy.

The returning Belludona changed back to a slim aristocratic outfit that flattered her long figure.

At all costs...... Annan guarded his majesty.

"Give me your medium." Bedudona said.

"Why?"

"We devils love to play tricks, and my sister must have hidden a spell in the medium." Belludona gave Annan a brand new parchment.

Annan remembered that Brudona's medium had been purified, and he caught the parchment scroll and smiled: "Including this parchment scroll?" ”

"Cunning is certainly synonymous with me." Bedudona didn't hide her plans, the tip of her bright red tongue licked her lips again, and the old-fashioned aristocratic costume was more attractive than the initial nudity, "So, Mr. Warlock, do you want to give yourself a beautiful vacation......

"No! Not right now......"

Annan's tone ranged from firm to hesitant.

Beludona thought that Annan would call out to her again one night, and Annan wanted to spread Berudona's business to the tavern, and she would smoke a share, and she would take a share, and Evelyn would draw a share, and Liberty City would take a share.

He even came up with the advertising slogan: "This is Liberty City, you can even spend Spring Festival with demons here!"

"Don't keep the girls of hell waiting too long~"

Returning to the familiar style, Belludona teased and burned out along with the medium.

Looking at the parchment roll that she had recovered, Bedroudona's smile faded away, and the few pieces of leather armor at her feet made her look bored. No devil wants to do such a lowly and despised job...... But she is not a sister and is cared for by her uncle.

Beludona walked out of her lodgings, and several rows of obsidian dwellings identical to her room sat between a criss-cross river of lava, the hot lava flowing on the ground and walls, converging into a huge lava lake in the distance, forming a boiling sea of hell.

No life can survive here except for the Fire Demon, and even for the Devil, this is not a very comfortable environment.

The world thinks that the devil likes lava and brimstone, but in fact, the devil has not grabbed the right number of layers, and the devil is eyeing him. The environment of the bottomless abyss is harsh...... If there were a forest plane, they wouldn't mind living like elves.

Thinking back to what had just happened, it was as if Bedudona hadn't woken up from a dream...... The contract of the spokesman of the Demon Lord...... Not to mention the soul, even if she witnesses the contract, she can take off the apprenticeship title that she has worn for more than a hundred years!

She was even willing to be a servant to that young and good-looking warlock!

But don't rush to rejoice just yet...... More than 100 years of apprenticeship in Beludona taught herself that anything could happen before the end.

Good things don't fall on you for no reason...... Is this that bitch's conspiracy?

Beludona went to an adjacent obsidian house, ignored the servant at the door, and approached her sister who was sitting on her favorite carved wooden chair, and took off her disguise of soliciting business: "I misunderstood you, Buru. ”

Brudona mocked, "Isn't this my sister who has lost the face of my Belette blood? ”

"Okay...... I wasn't mistaken. Beludona sighed, then looked up: "You're still so stupid. Stupid enough to give me the contract of the spokesman of the Demon Lord. ”

After speaking, Beludona carefully observed Brudona's cheeks, which were similar to her own.

Then she saw the blank and stunned look on that cheek.

“…… What is the spokesperson? ”

"The spokesman of the Demon Lord."

"What ...... the Demon Lord?"

"The spokesman of the Demon Lord."

……

"Where have you been?"

The Grey Mage returns to the empty castle.

A silhouette sat alone in the shadows, and a reverberating whisper rang out.

"I met a friend from my youth." The gray-robed mage showed a hint of remembrance, "I thought we were on different paths...... Actually, no, it's a nice thing. ”

The dissatisfied voice of the Mad Dog Grand Duke sounded: "You should invite him as a guest." ”

"He's not coming." The gray-robed mage said, "Grand Duke, those nobles have sent gold coins. ”

"They've never handed over their wealth so neatly." The chuckle that echoed in the hall hung a hint of sarcasm. "Where's Loraine?"

"I didn't see him, he should be training knights."

The Mad Dog Grand Duke stopped talking, and as night fell, the castle fell into an end-of-the-mill darkness.

……

Agree on the day of the transaction.

Musketeers lined up in front of the battlefield, mainly to prevent betrayal by Lord Lorain.

And Mr. Swaro and Dean Brehim, whom Annan invited, were mainly to prevent the betrayal of the gray-robed mage.

The line on the side of the Mad Dog Grand Duke was even greater—dozens of cars lined up in long queues, loaded with goods that Annan desperately needed.

For the first time, Annan saw the Mad Dog Grand Duke: a young man who sold much better than Giraldi, dressed in aristocratic clothes studded with gold threads and precious stones, but with an uncomfortable fierceness and arrogance between his eyebrows.

The Mad Dog Grand Duke knew about Annan - from the smashed Philosopher's Stone of Record.

Beside him were the Grey-robed Mage and Lord Lorain...... Hey.

Annan suppressed his smile and took out the cursed hedron that the mad dog archduke was staring at.

"Can you sense your soul in my hands?"

"You've got too much nonsense, what about the contract?" The mad dog archduke had a cold face.

"You have to show me the four hundred thousand kinnars first."

The Mad Dog Grand Duke turned sideways and made a "please" gesture.

It wasn't that much trouble to check the amount, and Dean Brehim unleashed a probe spell and confirmed the wealth here: three hundred and fifty thousand gold coins.

"And fifty thousand gold coins and gems." The gray-robed mage said.

Annan then buckled up and took out the parchment roll to activate the medium—and when the smell of sulfur overflowed, Annan suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to tell Bedudona to change her clothes......

Annan quietly lifted the corner of the parchment roll under the inexplicable gaze of the mad dog archduke, and was relieved to see Beludona dressed in aristocratic clothes......

If it was the same as the day before yesterday, not only would she become the laughing stock of the devil, but Annan would also become the laughing stock of mankind - and the demons might laugh too.

There is only one devil's contract: Annan hands over the cursed spar, the mad dog Grand Duke pays 400,000 gold coins, and the three epic mages testify that there are no hidden terms in the contract.

"I'm going to add one." The Mad Dog Grand Duke suppressed a certain hatred and disgust and looked at Annan: "On the day the contract is signed, no one can hurt anyone. ”

Annan's fingers hanging from his trouser legs trembled slightly, and the shadow of the Demon Lord still hung over his head......

"Since you have added a request, I will also add one: All the goods here belong to me."

"Here you go."

(End of chapter)