A strange world

Chapter 503 Section 160. The day of negotiation

Belludonna temporarily disappeared into the parchment. Annan raised his head and saw that the witch was surrounded by a group of children. She also took off her hat and gave it to Cathy.

Belludonna, who returned, changed into slim-fitting aristocratic attire, which accentuated her slender figure.

No matter what... Annan protected his dignity.

"Give me your medium." Belludonna said.

"Why?"

"We devils love to play conspiracies. My sister must have hidden spells in the medium." Belludonna gave Annan a brand new parchment.

Annan remembered that Brudonna's medium had been purified, took the parchment and smiled: "Including this parchment?"

"Of course cunning is also synonymous with me." Belludonna did not hide her plan, and licked her lips with the tip of her bright red tongue. The old-fashioned aristocratic clothing was more attractive than the initial nudity, "Then, Mr. Warlock, do you want to give me some advice?" It’s time for me to have a wonderful holiday…”

"No! Not now..."

Annan's tone ranged from firm to hesitant.

Belludonna thought that Annan would call her again one night. What Annan wanted was to spread Belludonna's business to the tavern. She would take a share, she would take a share, Evelin would take a share, and Liberty City would take a share. One serving.

He even came up with the slogan: This is Liberty City, and you can even spend the night with the devil here!

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

Belludonna, who returned to her familiar style, laughed and burned up the medium.

Looking at the withdrawn parchment, Belludonna's smile gradually disappeared. The pieces of leather armor at her feet made her tired of looking at them. No devil would want to do such a lowly and looked-down job... But she was not a sister, being cared for by her uncle.

Belludonna walked out of her residence. Rows of obsidian houses that were the same as her room were located among criss-crossing lava rivers. The hot lava flowed on the ground and walls, converging into a huge lava lake in the distance, forming a The boiling sea of ​​hell.

Except for Balrogs, no life can survive here, and even for devils, this is not a very comfortable environment.

The world thinks that the devil likes lava and sulfur, but in fact it's just that the devil didn't grab the right number of layers, and the devil is eyeing it. The environment in the Abyss is harsh... If there was a forest plane, they wouldn't mind living like elves.

Recalling everything that had just happened, Belludona seemed to have not woken up from a dream... The contract of the Demon King's spokesperson... Not to mention the soul, even if she witnessed the contract, she could take it off and wear it for a hundred dollars. Trainee title for many years!

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

But don't rush to be happy yet... Belludonna's more than one hundred years of apprenticeship taught herself that anything can happen before the end.

Good things will not happen to you for no reason... Is this a conspiracy of that bitch?

Belludona came to an adjacent obsidian house, ignored the servant demon at the door, came to her sister who was sitting on her favorite carved wooden chair, and took off the disguise of soliciting business: "I misunderstood It’s you, Bru.”

Brudonna mocked and said, "Isn't this my sister who has disgraced the blood of Belial?"

"Okay...I didn't misunderstand you." Belludona sighed first, then raised her head: "You are still so stupid. You were stupid enough to give me the contract of being the spokesperson of the Demon Lord."

After finishing speaking, Belludonna carefully looked at Brudonna's cheek that was similar to her own.

Then, she saw confusion and astonishment on that face.

"...What kind of spokesperson?"

"The spokesperson of the Demon King."

"What about the Demon Lord...?"

"The spokesperson of the Demon King."

…

"Where have you been?"

The gray wizard returned to the empty castle.

A silhouette sat alone in the shadows, with echoing whispers.

"I met a friend from my youth." The gray-robed mage revealed a hint of nostalgia, "I thought we were on different paths... Actually, we weren't. This is really something to be happy about."

The dissatisfied voice of Mad Dog Archduke sounded: "You should invite him as a guest."

"He won't come." The gray-robed mage said, "Grand Duke, those nobles sent gold coins."

"They have never handed over wealth so neatly." The low smile echoing in the hall had a hint of irony. "Where's Lorraine?"

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

The Mad Dog Archduke stopped talking, and as night fell, the castle fell into darkness.

…

Agree on the day of transaction.

Musketeers lined up in front of the battlefield, mainly to prevent Lord Lorraine from betraying.

Mr. Swaro and Dean Blehim invited by Annan mainly prevent the gray robe mage from betraying.

The team on Mad Dog Archduke's side was even larger - dozens of vehicles lined up in a long queue, loaded with the property Annan desperately needed.

Annan saw the Mad Dog Archduke for the first time: he was a young man who was much better off than Giraldi. He was wearing aristocratic clothes inlaid with gold threads and gems, but the fierceness and anger between his brows made people feel uncomfortable.

The Mad Dog Archduke knew about Annan - from the smashed record of the Magic Stone.

Next to him are the gray robe mage and Lord Lorraine...hehe.

Annan suppressed his smile and took out the cursed crystal that Mad Dog Archduke was staring at.

"Can you feel that your soul is in my hands?"

"You talk too much nonsense, where is the contract?" Mad Dog Archduke said with a cold face.

"You have to let me see the four hundred thousand gold nuggets first."

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

Checking the amount is not that troublesome. Dean Blehim used a detection technique to confirm the wealth here: 350,000 gold coins.

"There are also fifty thousand gold coins and gems." The gray-robed mage said.

Annan then took out the parchment roll and activated the medium - when the smell of sulfur overflowed, Annan suddenly remembered that he forgot to tell Belludonna to change her clothes...

Annan quietly opened a corner of the parchment under the incomprehensible gaze of Mad Dog Archduke, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Belludonna in noble clothes...

If it were 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 - the devil might also laugh too.

There is only one piece of the devil's contract: Annan hands over the cursed crystal, Mad Dog Archduke pays property worth 400,000 gold coins, and the three epic mages jointly witness that there are no hidden terms in the contract.

"I want to add one more thing." Mad Dog Archduke suppressed some hatred and disgust and looked at Annan: "On the day when the contract is signed, no one can hurt anyone."

Annan's fingers hanging on his trouser legs trembled slightly, the shadow of the Demon Lord still shrouded his head...

"Since you have added a request, I will also add one: all the property here belongs to me."

"for you."