"Is there a new mission?"

An icy, non-human voice rang out from the middle of the three, and judging by the insignia on his chest that depicted the sun, it was supposed to be the leader of the three.

Looking at the three black-clothed men in front of him, a trace of disdain flashed in Marko's eyes.

After casually throwing the ring containing the fragments of magical armor to the other party, Marco said in a deep voice:

"Big deal, follow that goblin, there must be more valuable things behind him, and it will be a lot of money to sell this information to other nobles."

"But be careful, he's not alone, there should be a whole fleet behind him."

Speaking of this, a hint of greed flashed in Marco's mouse-like eyes:

"Of course, if the risk is not high, you can too"

He brushed one hand on his neck and measured a decapitation gesture.

What the merchants of Silver Harbor City don't know is.

Marco isn't just a businessman, he's also the leader of Polar Wind, one of the most well-informed organizations in Silver Harbor.

Whether it's news about the internal affairs of the kingdom, or about the secrets of the magical realm, whether it's rumors about the Death Desert, or information about the reclamation of the eternal tundra.

As long as you pay enough gold, this intelligence dealer who has risen to prominence in the past three years can provide you with all the intel and information you want.

And the reason why Marco was able to go from an unknown Vitas beggar to where he is today is that the Holy Sect behind it is naturally the biggest promoter.

"Got it."

Among the three, the man in black who was standing in the lead nodded.

But the strange thing is that they did not leave the mission as soon as they received the order, as usual.

"What? Anything else? I've got a dance party to go to in the evening. ”

Marco frowned, looked at the man in black who was blocking the way in front of him dissatisfied, and asked.

The thought of the afternoon dance partner, the wonderful body of the half-dragon man, the fat hips, and the sexy little dragon horn Marco body above his head, I couldn't help but start to get restless.

Just when he was thinking about it, he was about to push away the "subordinate personnel" who were in the way in front of him.

"A big man in the sect is about to descend on Silver Harbor City, and I need you to receive him."

The man in black said calmly.

Hearing his words, Marco was stunned, and his originally impatient expression instantly became nervous.

[Big shots? Mo Fei. 】

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Marco asked tremblingly:

"Which numbered master from the sect is here?"

The leader of the man in black shook his head mechanically, and there was no emotion in his voice:

"It's not the numbered people, it's the archbishop."

This news is like a bolt from the blue,

The blind-eyed Marco sat down on the ground with a "bang".

The fat face, which had been shiny and shiny, was now extremely pale, as if it had been smeared with three layers of wheat flour.

"Yes, then I'll have to go and prepare some delicious dishes for that adult."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand, Marco tried to hook the corners of his mouth and said with a smirk.

He knew he couldn't stay here any longer, and he had to leave the city immediately, or else.

Thinking so, Marco hurriedly prepared to rush to the secret teleportation array prepared in advance, and left the city with his wealth.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he found that the three people behind him just now had unknowingly arrived in front of him.

"What are you doing? Can't I just change my clothes and meet the adult again? ”

Marco said angrily.

The man in black shook his head and said calmly:

"No need to go, that warehouse and teleportation circle, including those wild mages you recruited privately, have all been cleared by us, and now there are only war and ruins left there."

Then, in a tone close to judgment, he said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Marco, the head of Silver Harbor City, you have violated the seventh provision of the Holy Covenant (Holy Religious Covenant), and we can only enforce the mission."

Hearing this, Marko's pupils dilated instantly, and the instinctive desire to survive prompted him to push forward with all his might, and at the same time activated the magic prop enchanted with wind magic on his left thumb, trying to push away the man in black and escape.

It's a pity that the three of them have been prepared for this.

In just an instant, Marco was ruthlessly kicked to the ground in a dog-eating posture.

Looking at the three people who were getting closer and closer, Marko's expression was completely out of control.

He used his hands and feet together, and as he struggled to the base of the wall, he shouted in a shrew-like voice:

"Nope! You can't do this to me! Think about how many magical resources I have given you over the years, and you should let me go in the old friendship."

"Nope! Don't come here! ”

"I have made meritorious contributions to the Holy Sect, I have worked hard for the Holy Sect, without me, how could the Holy Sect have so much money to buy the casting materials of the Nine Rings Circle! Where did the money come from to buy those nobles! ”

"Me"

"Bang!"

With a muffled grunt.

Soon, the dark alley was calm again.

Looking at the fat man who was unconscious on the ground, the man in black in the lead sighed, but still didn't say anything.

Behind him, a female member hesitated for a moment:

"Brother, after all, he has also given us a lot of help, and he really wants to take him."

Just as she opened her mouth to say something.

"Smack!"

A loud slap sounded.

The leader of the men in black looked at his silent sister behind him, and said coldly:

"You don't even think about any disrespectful thoughts about that adult."

"Yes."

The female member bowed her head silently.

The leader of the men in black looked at her, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly turned his head and whispered to the other man in black:

"Take my word to me, take care of your sister, and don't let her do stupid things."

"Yes."

A cold young man's voice sounded.

The leader of the men in black nodded, turned to pick up the unconscious Marko, and walked towards his destination.

At the very least, now is not the time for revenge. 】

He thought to himself, and then immediately cut off the distraction, and didn't think about it anymore.

Who can be sure that the demon in human skin has left any means in his mind?

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Ten minutes later

Marco's home.

This luxurious mansion is located in the affluent area of Silver Harbor City.

The spacious and bright hall is furnished with expensive furniture and works of art, and the walls are hung with paintings of famous artists, showing Marco's wealth and status.

And underneath this mansion, which covers an area of more than two thousand square meters, hides a passage to the dark room.

"Click, click—"

With a slight click, the metal door, which had not been opened for a long time, slowly opened under the huge thrust.

The dust behind the door was excitedly kicked up, filling the air, giving off a rotten smell of nothingness.

Strangely, the ground of this underground chamber is carved with a large number of strange symbols, and they are neatly arranged according to the shape of the circles according to some pattern.

Looking down from above, the entire chamber space resembles a cylindrical altar.

"Woo! Woo! Woo"

Marco, who was tied with a reddish-brown rope and even had his mouth sealed, was carried into the secret room by the man in black like a worm.

In the center of the dusty room stood an old man with gray hair.

"Bang!"

As the stone door was closed, Marco was thrown at the old man's feet.

Looking at the old figure standing in the center of the altar with his back to him.

Marko's pupils widened instantly, and his body, which had been struggling desperately, gradually became weak.

As if sensing that the person he was waiting for had arrived, the old man slowly turned around.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, half of its body was in shadow and half in the light.

"Go out and let me talk to this misguided kid alone."

The old man waved his hand at the three men in black and smiled.

"Yes."

The man in black half-knelt on the ground and bowed his head in response, then turned and walked straight away.

As he left, he thoughtfully pulled out the black cloth that was blocking Marco's mouth so that he could speak.

"Bang!"

The gate was closed, and the sound of chains locking could be faintly heard.

It was only then that Marco could see the old man's face clearly.

What was frightening was that the old man's face, which was supposed to be human, was now without any flesh and blood, only white bones remained.

It's like yes. A skeleton?!

Marco stared incredulously at the terrifying old man in front of him as he felt a chill run from the top of his head to his toes.

He subconsciously shrank back.

"You...... Who are you? ”

Marco asked tremblingly, his voice trembling, his heart filled with fear and unease.

"Boom"

The old man let out an eerie laugh, and the atmosphere in the secret room gradually became low and eerie.

Suddenly, its voice changed to that of a kind old man:

"What, don't you remember me?"

"Marko, on that winter night three years ago, your hearing was much better than it is now."

Listening to that familiar voice, Marco's pupils dilated instantly.

The thoughts in my mind gradually drifted to that snowy night.

Do you want endless wealth? Do you want to be a human being? Do you want to be truly alive? 】

The night three years ago,

A kind old man looked at Marco, who was begging on the side of the road, but was about to freeze to death, smiled and stretched out his palm.

At that time, Marco, who was frozen by the heavy snow, raised his head, looked at the old man in front of him in confusion, and replied with a ghostly message.

[Are you here to pick me up to the Grim Reaper to the underworld?] 】

The old man shook his head and said honestly:

[No, I'm a demon. 】

【Devil's deal. So at what cost? 】

[Your everything. 】

[Then you take it all, I have nothing. 】

"You, you're the archbishop?"

Marco could never have imagined that the kind old man would become such a face now.

No, perhaps, that's what it's really all about.

"How do you have time to drive here?"

He asked with a shudder.

Hearing this, the skeleton old man lowered his head and met Marco's frightened brown pupils:

"It seems that you have forgotten the agreement between us."

"No, no, how dare I forget the gift of the sect master, everything I have is given by you, you are my supreme master."

As he spoke, he lay down on the dusty ground in fear, moved to the old man's side little by little, and carefully kissed the thumb of the old man in front of him.

Or rather, phalanges.

"Looks like you still remember a little."

The old man looked at him with a smile as he gently untied the rope for him.

"Now, good boy, it's time for you to give back to the Holy Church."

Even though the skeleton didn't smile, Marco could feel it, and it was laughing.

"Don't be afraid, don't resist, let's be one."

The hollow sound of the skeleton reverberated through the chamber.

Watching the old man get closer and closer, although Marco had the slogan of the crazy shouter running away in his head, his body seemed to be frozen by the immobilization technique, and he couldn't take a step no matter what.

My brain is getting heavier and heavier, and my head is like being filled with lead.

The feeling of chaos is like returning to that snowy night again.

Or perhaps

In fact, on that snowy night three years ago, Marco was already dead.

What is alive is just a shell filled with greed and desire.

The skeleton old man looked at the runes that were spinning faster and faster under his feet, and the white bone eyes that only had soul fire left immediately conveyed a look of joy.

"You have lived up to my expectations, and among the many spare bodies, only the depravity in you is the strongest."

"But before that"

It grabbed Marko's oily cheek with its thumb and forefinger, holding it up easily, scrutinizing the other's eyes.

"You know, God doesn't like children who lie."

"Woo woo"

"Do you know how angry it was for me to have only my soul left, and when I finally teleported here, I found that what should have been a perfect young body had become an old man?"

"Woo! Woo! Woo! ”

"Well, well, I understand you didn't mean to, you're a good boy."

The old man pointed his ear piercing at Marco, who was in tears but unable to speak, and nodded and smiled as he listened:

"So, don't deceive me with those inferior tributes in the next life, okay?"

The next moment

The demonic circle was completely activated, and a gray-red light enveloped the entire secret room.

"Ah!!!h

Marko's terrible screams echoed through the empty basement, and they didn't fall for a long time.

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Three days later

A naked figure reappeared from the altar.

It's 'Marco'.

It twisted its dry neck, and its originally white and fat body suddenly erupted into a crackling sound.

Then, the fat of the white flowers began to return to its once robust physique at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In fact, Marco was also a trainee knight.

But he was unwilling to go along with the powerful, and after all, he came to a situation where his family was ruined until that snowy night came.

Feel the demonic power flowing slowly in your body.

'Marco' nodded in satisfaction.

Then, as soon as it raised its shoulder, the invisible mage's hand instantly picked up the clothes that had been prepared from the ground and put them on one by one as it slowly walked down the altar.

In the process, its face did not fluctuate without any fluctuations, as if it were a dead person.

Only those scarlet eyes still shine as before. (End of chapter)