Sitting in its lava palace, with healthy dark skin and a round face, this little devil looks like a cute human child from the outside, the small horns on his head are easily hidden in the messy bird's nest-like curls, and the small wings on his back are often thought to be only ornamental, but it is indeed born to be a superior race in the abyss, and a tail with spikes that flicks back and forth from time to time clearly indicates its identity, it is not the kind of imp who hides in the corner of people, and exchanges some innocuous pranks for a bowl of porridge soup for humans！

It was a throne of spewing lava, taller than its brethren to accommodate its height, and beneath the throne there were four rivers of metal flowing outward, which changed direction from time to time, reshaping the lava floor, ceiling, and walls, and removing the souls and abyssal creatures embedded in the floor, ceiling, and walls of the palace from where they had been sinned, and thrusting them headfirst into a new place of sin. If you look down from the ceiling of the palace, the black lava floor, the blazing metal river, and the rising metal steam are as colorful as a kaleidoscope, provided that you don't get caught by the owner of the palace and set it into the ceiling.www.biquge.info

In front of the master of the palace was a huge bone desk, which was made up of the bones of nine dragons, all of which had been dug out of their bodies while they were still alive, so that the bones were still alive, and they were able to repair minor nicks and damage on their own, and grow stronger joints in their place, but even so, the desk was left with potholes and scorch marks everywhere, making the surface of the desk uneven.

Of course, this does not pose any problem to the desk owner's writing, and when it needs to write, as it does now, it will command the desk to stick out a few spikes, and then stretch the paper it needs to write in the air, just as an embroidery lady uses a bandage to stretch the base cloth. On the scorched white desk was now stretched a piece of black vellum, with a green glow rippling on it, which looked like the abyssal lizard skin commonly used by the devils, but in fact, it was not paper, but the soul of a sinner who had been flattened, elongated, and finally resembled a scroll. The devil takes a soldering iron and "writes" on it, and if he writes wrong, he will brand it back and forth a little more, and if he makes a lot of mistakes, he will burn it all over again, and then start again - what Danbaris needs now is not to write a report, but to relax first, human beings like to turn the pen, and Danbaris likes to burn the paper back and forth several times first.

Not long ago, it made a deal with someone in one of the Overworlds, Garo, and when the Devils were bored, they would send some summoning scrolls to the Overworld, and one of them was obtained (Dambaris didn't care how it was obtained), so it had a chance to have fun. The person who got the scroll is very young, although the path of the professional has been opened, but it is not worth mentioning in terms of qualifications, except for the caster, the profession is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the devil, can the blood crow professional stab forty or sixty times per second? The moment he stabs the devil, he will be killed instantly because of the high temperature, speed and skill are so dispensable in front of high-level creatures.

"Tell me, what do you want, mortal? Dambaris waited to appreciate the other party's entanglement, regardless of the outcome, a new prey was added to the abyss, and as a result, the other party's answer was very simple, he wanted the talent of a wizard.

In the world of Jialuo, wizards are highly respected, and there are many people who have similar ideas, but they are ordinary people who have no profession, and those who have a formal profession usually have no shortage of wealth and fame, and they also know the risks and troubles behind the formal profession, and this person in front of him does not look like a fool who is deeply in love, and the devil is a little interested: "What do you use as a trading condition? mortals, we will not be busy in vain." ”

"Isn't the soul enough?"

"The words of the soul are all over the street. Only souls of exceptional quality and with special contributions can reach the terms of the deal. The devil replied that in fact, the conditions were not like this, but the criterion of "special contributions" was in the hands of the devils, and sometimes, they would give extraordinary preferential treatment to some waste, and when the whole world was accustomed to being guided by those good fortune wastes, they would suddenly withdraw the preferential treatment, rush in, and harvest the whole world in one go, and it would naturally not tell the truth of the transaction to the object of the transaction, but gave a few examples of "special contributions".

The two sides quickly came to an agreement, and the devil stabbed the other's fingertips with the spikes on his tail to close the deal. The next month, his trade partner was "shockingly" discovered to have missed wizarding talents (the city where it was located also launched a crystal ball calibration), entered the wizarding academy, and began to climb the ladder of the pillar profession in the Garo world. Even if the deal is not completed in the end, the soul of an official spellcaster can sell for a high price in the Devils' market.

After graduating from the academy, Danbareth's trading partner quickly joined the justice organization of the Garo world, and became an honorable sheriff, very compatible with his thief's den, and after several accumulations, he naturally joined the Inquisition, and has been the chief investigator, originally Danbrais was still very appreciative of his brain hole of going to be a strip immediately after borrowing the devil's usury - anyway, the strip still can't fight its big guy, and the soul of the transaction partner is its palm sooner or later, and the more you raise the level, you can exchange more money- It's a pity that this guy doesn't know if it's because the devil's debt clock is rolling too fast, his brain hole is too big, and his hand is too long, which involves a big game of chess played by the devils.

The process of getting on the road went smoothly and did not arouse anyone's suspicion, but only the soul it was about to harvest did not know where it flew at that moment! Even the devil could not find it!

In the past few days, it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is a bit of an exaggeration to say that the poor Bi has fallen into the Yellow Spring, and it is not wrong to search the entire Jialuo world carefully, and Dan Bureth even put together the guy's body (the craftsmanship is a bit rough, the devil really doesn't often do this work) just waiting for him to get it, oh, he took the bait, but there was still no movement!

What is the use of a devil asking for a human body!

The long-awaited harvest was cut off halfway, and Danbaris has already burned the unlucky ghost on the desk forty times today!

"Is Danbaris someone yours?" At this moment, a familiar voice came from its tail, and Danbaris stared: "Oh, no, my soul!"