"Are you talking about me?"

The obscure and harsh voice was the first time that Donald spoke this devilish language in front of others.

While speaking, Donald was also looking at the surrounding environment. At this moment, he was sitting on an old chair, his hands were tied to both sides, and a low table in front of him was placed with guns and coins found on him.

The light around was extremely dark and there were no windows. If he hadn't been in a coma for a few hours, this would have been a basement. The light source was only a small light above his head, which could only illuminate a small area near him, and there was still a large area of ​​darkness on the outside.

The two people who spoke before were in the darkness ahead of him. Donald spoke the demonic language, and his red eyes made the other side fall into silence.

"His Excellency Rastole, this...he said..."

It doesn’t matter if Augustus cannot understand the other person’s words. It is precisely because he cannot understand that he is unaware of it.

Jeffrey Rastoller on the other side also didn't understand, but he had heard the same accent before. It was a language spoken by only the demons!

"Who are you?"

At this time, the two of them naturally did not dare to show their previous contempt. After a while of silence, Rastol asked tentatively.

"The owner of the wisdom of the abyss, the guide of evil energy..."

Donald understood that the two of them didn't know what they said, but did not make any changes, but continued to speak in this tone.

Jeffrey Rastoller in the shadow was stunned. He couldn't understand the other person's words. What should I do?

"...Who are you? How dare you bind my puppet!"

I was silent for a while, pretending to be adjusting, and then turned to human language, and in the name of the demon, I set my own identity.

Yes, it is not a contractor, but a puppet.

Donald had indeed said in the carriage that he was a demon contractor, but as Augustus thought, there was really nothing in him that the demon could value, and the contractor did not just say that he was just pretending, so at this time he proposed the identity of a puppet as a demon.

Does it sound inconsistent?

This is what Donald wants.

“Isn’t he your contractor?”

At this point, Rastoller and Auguste have actually believed Donald. This is not to say how easy it is to believe others, but because Donald's means of proof of his identity are too real.

Demonic language is not a certain ability. Just like the native language of human beings, it can definitely be learned as long as someone teaches it, but is Donald taught it? In less than a month, he turned from an ordinary person to a strange disciple who knows Demonic language, and rely on himself? That's not a big joke!

Unfortunately, this joke is true...

"Just ant, contractor? Only those who have been immersed in the abyss in their hearts are qualified to accept my power. This man just happened to accept my arrival and become my puppet. I want to use him to help me do something... Your souls don't seem to have what normal people should have, ha, the dark soul, the intoxicating smell of sin."

The demon itself is a creature full of contradictions. Deception and plunder are their nature. The message Donald wanted to convey to the two people in front of him was that the demon enslaved Donald Grant in the name of a contractor, who thought he was a contractor, but in fact he was just a puppet that was thrown away after use.

That's right, the devil should be like this. How could a waste like Donald Grant get the real gift from the devil?

In the dark, someone stepped into the light-lit area. He had shiny leather shoes and spotless dust. His black windbreaker hung to his knees. His upper body was lined with formal clothes, his lower body was ironed trousers and his hands were wearing black leather gloves. This was the habit of the upper class and proved that he did not do any labor at home.

The dark golden pocket watch chain on the right is hanging down, and a cane inlaid with emeralds in one hand is shining brightly under the light.

"I believe you will be troubled in the human world. The transaction can be carried out at any time. I, Jeffrey Rastoller, have completed several transactions with Shadow Walker and are well aware of the rules. Please allow me to talk to you as a contractor and pay tribute to the abyss!"

With an attitude of neither humility nor arrogant, compared to those who were a little cowardly in the darkness, even raising their steps forward, Rastoller stood in front of Donald, bowed simply, and then raised his head. Only the white pupils and flowing black mist remained in the deep concave eyes.

The kerosene lamp above the head is unstable, and the flames are in fear!

Demon Contractor!

No wonder Rastol has a transcendent status, and the demon contractor has an unquestionable position in the cult!

This is a real big shot... At this point, you must not show your timidity.

"Haha, interesting, there are some skills... If I remember correctly, you humans like to collect certain stone slabs, documents and other things recorded in special words, but don't know the real content?"

Demonic knowledge is the only bargaining chip in Donald's hand. He cannot let these two people make requests to give abilities or certain special items, because that is something he cannot do.

He used himself as an example to cut off the possibility of power granting. As for items, he naturally would not bring things with him when he was in a state of advent.

When negotiating conditions with these people, you can’t look at what they want, but you have to look at what you have!

So Donald chose to open the topic in advance, such as the stone slab in the underground market. Although he did not record all the content during the translation process, Donald still knew something from it.

Sherlock has this kind of text information in his hand, and the stone slabs in the seller's hand, it is obvious that similar things should still exist. He does not believe that a cult organization that can contact the demons will not collect such things.

“Would you like to help us understand the Lost Slate?”

This was a transaction that was unable to be completed by communicating with another demon several times before. Rastole was surprised immediately.

"I did not sign a contract with him and could not directly give strength. I want him to believe in me wholeheartedly. Because his mental power is too weak, I cannot use strength through him under normal circumstances. Do you understand what you are going to give?"

Donald had already thought about what he wanted, but could not speak out.

Didn’t the predecessor join this cult to enhance one’s own strength?

He is the same.

But the method of the predecessor was to kneel on the ground and beg people, but he was different.

He wants these people to serve with their hands willingly!

"It is not difficult to completely impress Donald Grant. He is eager to gain extraordinary abilities. I will provide you with the formula of the gifted potion in the wizard system and the ritual array used in combination. As long as he sees it, he will no longer have any doubts about you. As for things to enhance mental power, we have some secret medicines to help meditate, and some finished potions are in stock, which can be given to you at the same time. However, if the puppet itself does not have meditation ideas, we can naturally provide them, but the value of meditation ideas is somewhat..."

Jeffrey Rastolle, even though he traded with the demon, he was still thinking about seizing more benefits for himself!

"Talent formulas and potions to enhance meditation effects are exchanged with the lost slabs you think are equivalent to. Remember, secondary negotiation is not allowed, I will only give you one chance!"
Chapter completed!