Chapter 147 You can call me...devil!

Tang Sen sat in front of his desk.

He is waiting, waiting for the closing of the net after several days of preparation.

Then, his eyes suddenly blurred. The clear desk disappeared, the newspaper on the desk disappeared, and an illusory fog filled the air around him.

In the center of the gray-white mist was an ancient high-backed chair, and sitting on the high-backed chair was a mysterious being whose appearance and figure were unclear.

"The Fool".

Tang Sen could hear his voice echoing in the gray fog.

"Who are you?"

This voice seemed to carry the power of a god, making people unable to help but feel awe and fear, but the corners of Tang Sen's mouth were slightly raised.

"Mr. Fool." He said calmly:

"So you can call me——"

"Devil!"

......

Above the gray fog, Klein looked directly at the void darkness in front of him. The darkness seemed to come from an indescribable depth and could not be peered into.

Only that unhurried voice sounded in the darkness.

"Devil?"

Klein couldn't help but clenched his fist.

The fifteenth number of the Tarot card, the devil card, represents a wrong concept, thinking that there is no choice.

Feeling that "this is all I have" or "this is my only choice", and the reversed Devil card represents looking for ways to break the constraints and find new ways out.

Klein couldn't help but wonder whether the other party's choice of this title was implying or mocking that he was forced to talk to the devil because he had no choice.

Or, the devil the other party is talking about is not the one in the Tarot card at all, but the devil in the actual sense.

Based on the ability shown by the other party, it is not impossible that what is hidden behind the dark curtain is really a devil.

"What is your purpose?"

Klein tried to concise his words as much as possible, never wasting words on anything other than the questions he wanted to know.

"Rather than talking about purpose, it's better to say... interest." The voice in the darkness was still unhurried, "I am very interested in you, Klein."

Hearing his name from the other party's mouth made Klein's heart beat faster for a moment, but he tried hard to suppress this and not show any strange expression on his surface.

The other party did not answer his question directly, and Klein would not just follow the other party's words and lose his right to speak, so he ignored the other party's words and asked again and again.

"What is your purpose?"

"You are afraid." The voice said: "But this is not necessary."

"You can rest assured that I am not interested in your life. If you die, then I will get nothing."

Klein moved slightly and said, "What do you want from me?"

"It depends on what you have."

"I want everything, but I will never take anything by force, Klein. I like transactions, fair transactions."

"Deal." Klein chewed the word.

To his surprise, he thought that the other party would be more malicious and powerful, and would even force himself to control him under certain conditions when he was forced to talk to the other party.

But the other party just said "deal".

Although he could tell that this word meant putting everything on the table as a bargaining chip.

"What both parties agree on is called a transaction." Klein said: "You gave away your bargaining chips without authorization...those prophecies, and I don't know what I have to pay. This cannot be called a transaction, let alone

Fair."

"Those are not chips, they are just meeting gifts." What the voice said once again exceeded Klein's expectations.

He listened in surprise as the other party continued: "Those predictions are just advice, a means to gain the trust of a high-quality customer... and are not included in the transaction."

"So, you don't have to pay anything."

Klein had a weird idea.

What this Mr. Devil said seemed sincere and reasonable.

But Klein quickly put an end to this idea. He did not allow himself to have such naive thoughts. No matter how considerate and polite the devil acted, he could not change the other party's intrusion into the gray mist, and

With the malicious intention of taking something from yourself.

"So, I want to know how I can escape tomorrow's fate and what price I have to pay for it?"

Klein asked.

"It depends on how far you want to go." The devil said: "The price of escaping death is not low."

"You can ask the devil to help you completely eliminate the source of this disaster, but Klein, dear Mr. Fool, you are still too weak to afford such a price."

"You can ask the devil to save you and your captain's lives in this disaster, but again, it is too expensive. Even if you pay for your soul, it is a loss-making transaction for me, and it cannot be counted as a loss.

Fair."

Klein could hear that the other party's tone was very confident, and it was obvious that it was just a piece of cake for the other party to solve the disaster that was imminent for him.

He also heard some keywords from it, and he heard that the other party believed that he would have enough price in the future to pay the price to directly ask the other party to take action.

The devil can see the future, so he...or he has glimpsed some pictures of himself in the future? That's why the other party entered the gray fog and tempted himself to become his trading partner?

An investment, or a trap?

But no matter what, since this devil upholds the principle of "fairness", this is a good thing for him.

"I want to know, in your eyes, what are the bargaining chips I hold? And what can I exchange for them?" Klein asked.

"Your biggest bargaining chip is of course the gray fog you have." The devil said with greed in his tone: "Unfortunately, I can't tell you what its essence is now, because information is also a bargaining chip in the transaction.

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"I am willing to pay any price to get this gray mist. Unfortunately, you are still too weak and have no right to trade it, so I am willing to wait and wait for you to grow up."

The devil nakedly stated his purpose.

This made Klein even more relieved, because the other party's words were not much different from his guess.

It's really for the gray mist.

Moreover, the other party also knows the truth and essence of gray fog.

He also knows that he does not fully control the gray mist. No wonder, no wonder the other party's methods are relatively gentle, no wonder the other party wants to inform him of his death prophecy.

The other party does not want to die. Maybe after his death, he will completely lose the qualification to obtain gray mist.

Klein finally found his greatest support. Although it came from a devil coveting his most precious thing, it at least meant that the other party could be his helper before he could completely control the gray mist.

This will be a game, a game at the expense of gray fog. At least for now, I will be the one who benefits and the one who cannot resist. As for the future, it depends on the methods of myself and the devil.

"The second bargaining chip you have is the Tarot Club." The devil continued: "Although the members you have are not as high-quality as you, they are still qualified to be one of my clients."

"Do you want Tarot skills?" Klein frowned.

"No, of course not." The devil said: "I'm just a devil, and I'm not interested in running a secret society, but if you allow it, they can also trade with me, for example, in the weekly Tarot meeting."

Klein was silent. If he were asked to betray other members of the Tarot Club, he would of course not be able to accept it. But if it was just a transaction, and it was limited to transactions above the gray mist, it would still be within his tolerance.

"This requires their input," Klein said.

"Of course, this is their freedom. I never force others." The devil said: "The chips I mentioned are just your opinions. If you agree to this, the price of this chip can let you get some information."<

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"What information?" Klein asked.

"About everything that will happen tomorrow." The devil said: "This information may not be able to free you from your fate, but your chips can only be exchanged for so much."

"Fair enough." Klein nodded. In fact, he already felt that he had made a profit by being able to know what would happen tomorrow in advance.

As long as he needs enough information, his divination will be able to work and find out the solution.

"The third bargaining chip you have is everything else you own." The devil said: "Your soul, your body, your knowledge, your ability, your wealth."

Sure enough, everything was put on the trading table by the devil.

Klein felt a chill, and he realized that if he wasn't cautious enough or rational enough, he might very well have everything taken away by this devil.

But he still asked: "How much is my soul worth?"

"Seventy-five thousand two hundred gold pounds." The devil paused and said, "This is the current price."

Klein: "..."

Wait.

Gold pound?
To be continued...