Townsend sat in front of his desk.

He was waiting, waiting for the net to be closed after a few days of gestation.

Then, suddenly, a flower appeared in front of his eyes, the clear desk was gone, the newspaper on the desk was gone, and an illusory mist filled his surroundings.

In the center of the gray-white mist was an ancient high-backed chair, on which sat a mysterious being whose appearance and figure were not clear.

"Fools".

Townsend could hear his voice echoing through the gray mist.

"Who the hell are you?"

This voice seemed to have the majesty of a god, which made people can't help but be in awe and fear, but the corners of Tang Sen's mouth were slightly hooked.

"Mr. Fool." He said unhurriedly:

"So you can call me a-"

"Devil!"

Above the gray mist, Crane stared straight into the void darkness in front of him, which seemed to come from an indescribable depth, impossible to peek into.

Only the unhurried voice sounded in the darkness.

"The devil?"

Crane couldn't help but clench his fists.

The fifteenth number of the tarot cards, the devil's card, represents the false notion that there is no alternative to things.

Feeling like "that's all I have" or "that's my only choice" and the reversed devil card represents a search for a way to break the shackles and find a new way out.

Klein couldn't help but wonder if the other party's choice of this title was a hint or mockery that he was forced to talk to the devil because he had no choice.

Or, the devil that the other party is talking about is not the one in the tarot card at all, but the devil in the actual sense.

With the ability shown by the other party, it is not impossible that the one hidden behind the dark curtain is really a devil.

"What is your purpose?"

Klein tried to keep his words as concise as possible, never wasting words on anything other than what he wanted to know.

"It's not so much about purpose as it's about interest." The voice in the darkness remained unhurried, "I'm interested in you, Klein. ”

Hearing his name from the other person's mouth made Crane's heart beat faster for a moment, but he tried to suppress it so that he didn't show any strange look on his face.

The other party did not answer his question directly, and Klein would not just follow the other party's words and let himself lose his right to speak, so he ignored the other party's words and asked again and again.

"What is your purpose?"

"You're afraid." The voice said, "But it's not necessary. ”

"You can rest assured, I'm not interested in your life, and if you die, then I won't get anything."

Klein's body moved slightly, and he said, "What do you want from me?" ”

"It depends on what you have."

"I want everything, but I never take it by force, Crane, and I like to trade, fair trade."

"Deal." Klein chewed on the word.

To his surprise, he thought that the other party would be more malicious and stronger, and even forced himself to control himself on certain conditions when he forced himself to have to talk to the other party.

But the other party just said "deal".

Although he could hear it, the word meant putting everything he had on the table as a bargaining chip.

"What both parties agree on is called a deal." Klein said, "You gave out your chips without permission. Those prophecies, and I don't know what I'm supposed to give, are not a deal, and they are not fair. ”

"Those aren't chips, they're just greeting gifts." The voice uttered something that surprised Klein once again.

He listened in amazement as he continued: "Those prophecies are just advice, and the means to gain the trust of a good customer are not in the deal. ”

"So, you don't have to give anything."

Klein had a strange thought.

This Mr. Devil seems to be sincere and reasonable in what he hears.

But Klein quickly extinguished the thought, he did not allow himself to have such a naïve thought, no matter how intimate and polite the devil behaved, it could not change the malice of the other party to break into the gray fog and harbor the purpose of taking something from him.

"So, I want to know how I can escape tomorrow, and what price will I have to pay for it?"

Klein asked.

"It depends on how far you want to go." The devil says, "The price of escaping death is not low." ”

"You can ask the devil to help you erase the root cause of this disaster, but Crane, dear Mr. Fool, you are too weak to afford it."

"You can ask the devil to save your life and your captain's life in this disaster, but again, it's too expensive, and even if you pay for your soul, it's a loss-making deal for me, not fair."

Klein could hear that the other party's tone was very confident, and it was obvious that solving the disaster that had brought him into trouble was just a gesture for the other party.

He also heard some key words from it, and heard that the other party thought that his future self would have enough price to pay the price code that directly asked the other party to sell.

The devil can see the future so that he. Or did He get a glimpse of some picture of his future self? That's why the other party entered the gray fog and lured himself into becoming his trading partner?

An investment, or a trap?

But in any case, since this devil adheres to the principle of "fairness", then this is a good thing for himself.

"I want to know, in your eyes, what chips do I have? And what can you get in exchange? Klein asked.

"Your biggest chip, of course, is the gray fog you have." There was greed in the devil's tone: "Unfortunately, I can't tell you what it is right now, because information is also a bargaining chip. ”

"I'm willing to pay any price to get this gray mist, but unfortunately, you're still too weak to have the right to trade it, so I'm willing to wait, wait for you to grow."

The devil speaks bare about His purpose.

This only reassured Klein, because the other party's words were not much different from his own guess.

Sure enough, it was for the gray fog.

Moreover, the other party also knows the truth and essence of the gray fog.

also knew that he didn't fully control the gray mist, no wonder, no wonder the other party's methods were relatively soft, no wonder the other party wanted to inform himself of his death prediction.

The other party didn't want to die, maybe after he died, he would be completely disqualified from obtaining the gray mist.

Klein finally found his greatest reliance, although it came from a devil's coveting of his most precious things, but at least it also meant that the other party could be his help until he completely controlled the gray mist.

This will be a game, a game at the cost of gray fog, at least the current self, will be the side of the gains, and the side that cannot be resisted, as for the future, it depends on yourself and the devil's means.

"The second chip you have is the Tarot Club." The devil continued, "The members you have, although not as good as you, are still qualified to be one of my clients. ”

"You want the Tarot Society?" Klein frowned.

"No, of course not." "I'm just the devil, and I'm not interested in running a secret association, but if you allow it, they can trade with me, for example, at the weekly tarot meeting," the devil said. ”

Klein was silent, if he was asked to betray the rest of the Tarot Society, of course he would not be acceptable, but it was only a transaction, limited to transactions above the gray fog, and it was still within his tolerance.

"It needs to be consulted with them." Klein said.

"Of course, it's their freedom, and I never force anyone else." The devil said, "The chips I am talking about are only your opinions, and if you agree with this, the price of the chips will allow you to get some information." ”

"What's the message?" Klein asked.

"About everything that will happen tomorrow." The devil said, "This information may not be able to save you from fate, but your chips are only enough for so much." ”

"Fair enough." Klein nodded, in fact, being able to know in advance what was going to happen tomorrow, he already felt earned.

Only with enough information will his divination be able to work and find the solution.

"The third chip you have is everything else you have." The devil said, "Your soul, your body, your knowledge, your power, your wealth." ”

Sure enough, everything was put on the trading table by the devil.

Klein felt a chill, and he realized that if he wasn't cautious and rational enough, there was a good chance that this devil would take everything.

But he still asked, "How much is my soul worth?" ”

"Seventy-five thousand two hundred gold pounds." The devil paused: "This is the current price. ”

Klein: "."

Wait a minute.

Gold pounds?

He was a little confused for a while, why did he suddenly pull on the gold pound? This doesn't match the previous deep and mysterious atmosphere, right?

And there are also fractions and whole ones

But is my soul so valuable? That's a lot of money!

A huge sum of money that is enough to make most people sell their souls without hesitation!

"Most of the souls of ordinary people are worth only a few hundred gold pounds." The devil reminded, "Klein, as much as I want it now, but out of fairness, I still have to remind you that there is still a lot of room for your soul to raise the price, and the stronger you are, the more valuable your soul will be." ”

"I thank you." Klein was a little awkward about talking about how much his soul was worth.

This Mr. Devil is really faithful to the principle of fairness, and will not even hide some information that is not good for Him.

However, it is impossible for Klein to sell his soul.

Well, while that number sounds true, it's really exciting.

Thanks to the leader of the alliance who rewarded the "most awesome god of hawthorn", I first sent the chapter I just wrote, and I have an update today.

Is the alliance leader in the group, click on me if you're there.

The current monthly pass is 530/100, the current update is 4/15, plus the alliance leader plus five chapters, the current update is 4/20.

(End of chapter)