When the first rays of the morning sun shone through the blinds into the bedroom, the bed covered with white sheets was already empty, and the owner of the bedroom had already washed up, and at this time he had already put on his own clothes and came to the mirror to tidy up his appearance.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror of his height, Arthur Hastings is unhurriedly and meticulously buttoning every button of his tuxedo.

A black bowler hat, a navy blue turtleneck, dark grey riding boots, slim white trousers with shiny silver buttons and a cow belt, a thick, slender wooden baton pinned to the right side of the belt, and a police knife with a distinctly Victorian style hanging from the scabbard on the left.

He looked at himself in the mirror and waved his hand to dust off the blue and white armband on his left arm, then nodded slightly.

"You look really decent in this uniform. Tsk tsk, who would have thought that such a noble and outstanding young man would be a villain who had signed a pact with the devil? ”

Arthur's ears rang with an evil and grim greeting.

Strangely, there was no one else in the mirror but Arthur.

But in Arthur's view, this is clearly not the case.

His deep black eyes shimmered with a reddish glow.

"If it weren't for you, I would be sitting on a stock exchange or bank in London, enjoying the beauty of the Thames, enjoying good food and coffee, and dealing with hundreds of thousands or even millions of pounds of stocks, and just two words that would have driven the people who have fallen into the eyes of money crazy. Instead of taking a subsidy of twelve shillings a week, he spent his days commuting to and from the dirtiest and chaotic East End of London, risking his life to deal with thieves and murderers. ”

An illusory figure solidified in front of Arthur.

It was a young man in a colorful acrobatic suit, a clown hat, a clown nose, exaggerated red and white makeup, bulging eyes, and a horned head.

He was lying on the frame of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring intently at Arthur with his bloodshot red eyes.

Arthur was stunned for a long time before frowning slightly: "Agareth, what are you dressed up today?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a maniacal laugh rang out in Arthur's ears, and the piercing laughter seemed to pierce his eardrums, lifting his heavenly spirit cover and the roof of the house together.

"Happy April Fool's Day! Arthur! ”

Agareth smiled and leaned back, smug at Arthur's confused expression.

Arthur looked at the strange-tempered devil indifferently, and then calmly leaned over to pick up the red-headed nose that fell to the ground.

"Here, your nose is off."

Agareth raised three fingers and gently twisted the red-headed nose as he corrected with a flutter of eyebrows.

"Oh, my dear Arthur. It's not my nose, it's my breakfast today! ”

"Your breakfast?"

Arthur looked closely, only to realize that the red-headed nose actually had a painful human face on it, and this face was still somewhat familiar to him.

"Oh? Isn't this Professor Temple? It's been more than half a year since I graduated, how are you doing? ”

The face on the red nose let out a wail: "Arthur, please don't let this demon torment me anymore!" I admit that it was my fault to deliberately make things difficult for you in your studies, but didn't I arrange for you to graduate smoothly later? Why, why are you doing this to me? ”

Arthur ignored Professor Temple's pleading, and only shook his finger slightly.

"Mr. Temple, it would be unfair for you to say that, so let me restore the facts for you.

The reason why you let me graduate is not because of your conscience, but because I broke your good deeds when you were about to force Elisa. And the reason why I happened to be there was because I had arranged it all by me.

At that time, you promised me that you would do anything as long as I didn't shake it out. In that case, it is natural to give your soul, right? ”

"But...... Ahh!!h ”

Before Demps could finish his sentence, Agareth threw him into his mouth.

With a burst of chewing, scarlet blood dripped down the corners of his mouth.

I saw that Agareth's facial features were tightly clenched, and with a stirring in his throat, accompanied by Demps's wail of pain, the devil rubbed his stomach contentedly and burped loudly.

"For breakfast, it's just too much."

Arthur was obviously used to such bloody scenes, and he even had the leisure to ask, "How does it taste?" ”

Agareth's half-meter-long tongue scraped across the corners of his mouth like a windshield wiper, rolling the last bits of blood and debris into his mouth.

"It's fragrant, but it stinks a little. Okay, so let me see what to eat for lunch, shall we? ”

Agareth snapped his fingers, and as the flames leaped to his fingertips, a recipe wrapped in a cowhide cover appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand.

He flipped through a few pages, and suddenly his eyes lit up, pointing to one of the pages of the portrait and shouting at Arthur, "Hey, Arthur, what do you think of this?" ”

Arthur was arranging his sideburns as he took the time to glance at the menu, which showed a beautiful girl with long pale blonde hair and a lace-edged white umbrella.

He casually asked, "You want to eat Elisa?" ”

Agareth closed his eyes and fantasized that a lot of saliva was already flowing uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

"If I'm not mistaken, this young lady seems to be interesting to you, right? Girls in love are the most easily deceived.

It only takes a little bit of your charm to put nowhere, and I can easily get her into my mouth. A young girl who was betrayed by her lover and was discouraged, she knew it was a delicacy in the world when she thought about it.

Well......

Maybe add some more seasoning. Arthur, do you think that after you trick her, you will slash her legs in front of her a dozen times again, will it add some flavor? ”

"Aren't you afraid of a bitter mouth?"

Agareth clasped his hands together and smiled, "Oh, my dear Arthur, you misunderstood me. When I say let you split your legs, I don't mean going to split your legs with women, that's too conventional. Remember, I'm the devil. ”

Arthur didn't get angry when he heard this, he just picked up the black teacup in front of the table and took a sip gently.

"Do all devils like to split their legs with men?"

Agareth's head swelled suddenly, and his features, deformed by rage, were almost on the verge of hitting Arthur's head.

"Arthur! It's not that the devil likes to split legs with men, I'm talking about you, it's you! Don't misinterpret me! ”

But Arthur obviously didn't eat it, and he was already surprised by Agares's scary tricks.

"That's the only one you like? Agareth, you're too unsociable, too. ”

"I'm asking you to go and split your legs with men!"

Agareth roared, his voice blowing Arthur's hair in the wind.

Arthur replied without changing his face: "I refuse." ”

"Why?"

"Because the burden is too great."

"To Alyssa?"

"Yes."

Agareth was like a deflated ball, and his whole body was deflated in an instant, leaving only a piece of leather on the carpet.

"Okay, okay, okay. Anyway, you trick Alyssa first, and we can discuss the matter of splitting the legs. ”

"I refuse."

"Why this time?"

"This is mainly due to two considerations. First, Alyssa and I have no interests in any way, and she has helped me with Professor Temple. Because I am a person with a conscience, I do not intend to take revenge. ”

"Oh! What do I hear? Conscience! Arthur, I can't believe that a poor boy like you can have such luxuries! ”

Agareth's skin swelled instantly, and his illusory body stuck out of his head and thrust into Arthur's chest, twisting his neck around without hindrance.

"It's pitch black, it's empty, I can't see anything. Conscience? Where is that heart of gold? ”

Seeing that Arthur did not answer him, Agareth continued to shout there: "Arthur, can you hear me? Talk? Words? Is it? ”

Arthur only replied lightly: "I may not have a conscience." But at the same time, I'm pretty sure that my heart isn't big enough to make an echo. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur took his teacup and drank it down.

After a while, Agareth returned with his wet head covered.

He conjured a handkerchief out of thin air to wipe his head, and said dissatisfiedly: "Then you can move on to the second point." ”

"Second, it's because you have no credibility with me. You said you would help me, but you didn't. ”

"Why didn't I do it?"

Agareth was furious, fire burning above his head, boiling oil rolling in his hair.

"You said you wanted to go to university, so I took great pains to arrange for you an old squire who was not sober to be your cheap uncle, and by the way, I used his connections to stuff you into the newly established University of London.

In exchange, you will provide me with a steady stream of souls. It's all agreed upon!

Now that you've made it to a good college graduate, my promise has been kept, and now it's your turn to cash in on your chips! ”

Arthur turned a blind eye to Agareth's anger, and he said indifferently.

"I'm honored to be called an excellent college graduate by you, if only those bankers and politicians thought so."

"Oh......"

Agareth couldn't help but grit his teeth and hold back a smile when he heard this, but the smile in the corner of his eye betrayed him.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Arthur. I believe that one day the University of London will be granted a teaching charter by the Royal Family and Parliament. By that time, your academic qualifications will be recognized by society. But until then, you need to be patient. ”

"A devil, but he told me to endure?"

Arthur loosened his collar and tried to make his neck a little more comfortable.

"Agareth, I see that you should become a Calvinist Christ, the devil profession is not for you. Or did you know that the University of London couldn't get a charter, so you deliberately sent me to this university that was not qualified to award degrees, in order to develop my antisocial personality and help you better? ”

Agareth's mouth almost grinned to his earlobe, and he crossed his fingers and whispered softly: "Arthur, you are really a little roundworm in my stomach, and you will see through my little thoughts." But how do you know what I think? ”

Arthur glanced at him, picked up the calfskin bag and opened the door: "Naturally, it's because it's not the first time I've experienced it." Acquiring knowledge but not finding a job will certainly turn people into rebels. ”

The mouth of the blood basin suddenly appeared in front of Arthur, the white teeth were stuffed with the flesh and bones of various creatures, and the huge tonsils hung in the air like a flickering pendulum clock.

"But what can you do if you see through it? Praying to the devil for happiness is foolish enough in itself. Do things for me obediently, maybe you still have a chance to change your fate. ”

Arthur frowned slightly, and raised his hand to cover his nose in disgust: "Agareth, you should go to the doctor." This level of bad breath is not explained by a small cold. ”

"Our contract is clear, Arthur Hastings, your soul is mine. I can't fill my stomach, so I have to use you to accompany my meal. ”

"What did you just call me?"

"Arthur Hastings." Agareth laughed arrogantly: "You must have been so frightened that you even forgot your name, right?" ”

Arthur pursed his lips and asked helplessly, "Who told you that my name is this?" ”

"Huh?"

A hint of malice appeared in Agares's heart: "You—Aren't you called that?" No way. ”

Arthur rolled his eyes, then gave Agareth a middle finger.

"I've told you many times, my name is Yang Fan. As for Arthur Hastings as you call him, I'd love to know where he has gone.

If you can find his soul, then be sure to summon him for me to ask before you eat him.

Also, if you can't afford to make me rich, get out of front of me at once, and the little roundworm in your stomach will go to work. ”