"Uh" Borak looked at the parchment in his hand, and couldn't help but let out a puzzle, this magical ritual was so inexplicable, too simple, too funny, it was like a child's game This will also summon the most powerful demons As one of the oldest families in the Holy Hylts Empire, the Plantagenet family has collected a lot of magical materials internally, so that members will not be at a loss in the face of magic when they go out on adventures and tour the continent, and it is rumored that their family is the blood descendant of Tanos, the "Sun King" of the ancient Sylvanath Magic Empire Therefore, even if Borak does not know magic and does not know how to meditate, he still has a basic understanding of magic rituals, he has never seen such an inexplicable ritual process, but in the simple and funny, it seems that he can faintly feel the unspeakable weirdness, and it seems that there is really a mystery hidden behind it that cannot be relied on.
After more than ten minutes of silence, Borak muttered to himself, as if he was cheering himself up: "Anyway, I'm ready to make a contract, it's okay to try this ritual, if it doesn't work, it should be teased, there is no loss, if it can be summoned, then" His fists clenched again, his expression contorted, his eyes revealing obvious longing, anticipation, and tyranny.
Looking up and seeing that the mechanical clock was almost eleven thirty, Borak quickly got up and looked for white candles, mirrors, apples, and knives.
But the more anxious he was, the more things seemed to go wrong, and it took ten minutes before Borak found a mirror and a knife, and the white candle and the apple did not know where to "hide".
At this time, Borak regretted very much that he had dismissed all the servants and given them a day off The thought of missing twelve o'clock in the middle of the night made Bolak slap himself, he was so impatient that he didn't want to wait until midnight tomorrow.
Sweating profusely, Borak managed to find a white candle and an apple in the kitchen.
There has never been a moment when Borak was so fond of these two ordinary things as he is now, and he was genuinely delighted.
Hurrying back to his study, Borak blew out the other candles, leaving only one candlestick in his hand to light it briefly, then closed the curtains and set up the mirror, candles, apples, and knives.
Looking back at the time, and seeing that it was only two minutes before twelve o'clock in the morning, Borak quickly scattered his half-length blonde hair, unkempt like the evil witch of a bard's story.
After all this, Borak sat quietly behind his desk, waiting for the time to come, when suddenly he remembered something and suddenly became anxious: "Will the mechanical clock be unaccurate, will it miss twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?"
The old clock was often slowed down by a few minutes, and had to be adjusted by a watchmaker, and now there was no standard time to compare it with After taking out his pocket watch and confirming that there was no difference in the time, Borak began to doubt the exact surname of his pocket watch, although he knew that twelve o'clock in the middle of the night referred to the period from twelve o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, not twelve o'clock in the narrow sense, but he couldn't help but worry about this and that, and the gains and losses.
The greater the hope, the greater the tension The ticking sound of the hands beating was unusually noticeable in the quiet of the night, and it seemed to resonate with Borak's heartbeat, making him feel like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, blood flowing wildly, and his forehead horns bulging and swelling.
When the low chime of twelve o'clock in the night sounded, Borak's back subconsciously straightened, and he quickly blew out the candlestick, and then hurriedly almost broke the white candle and lit it.
The dim light was faint and dim under the reflection of the mirror, and it was as if countless demons were hidden in the shadows.
Coupled with the darkness of the night and the closed room, the atmosphere immediately became eerie and terrifying, and Borak shivered slightly, somewhat convinced that this magical ritual was not a prank.
Swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, Borak picked up the teal apple and knife with slightly trembling hands and began to peel it.
Although he has never peeled a fruit himself, Borak also has the strength of a high-level knight squire, and his ability to control his hands is not bad, even if his movements are very clumsy and he almost cut off a few times, he has survived without danger.
After Borak gradually smoothed down, he moved his gaze upwards and looked in the mirror, only to see that in the mirror, his face was partially covered by messy hair, and the dim candlelight reflected the light and dark concave and convex, and the light flowed, looking hideous and strange.
Having never seen himself in such a way, Borack couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and there was a strangeness in his self in the mirror, as if his soul had fallen into hell With a light hand, Borak looked down and saw that the apple had been completely peeled, and a circle of curled thin skin distorted and landed on the desk.
"Succeeded" Borak hurriedly looked up, trying to see if he had summoned the devil, but in the mirror there was only himself who was both expectant and hideous Intense disappointment welled up, and Borak whispered: "Is there something wrong with the arrangement?"
Suddenly, a strange cool breeze blew in the closed room, making the dim glow of the white candle tremble, and Borak reflexively looked into the mirror, and saw that his blonde and blue-eyed self was also looking straight at him, no different from just now.
Just as he was about to bow his head in frustration, the corners of Borak's mouth in the mirror suddenly hooked up a strange smile, and then tore at his face, causing the whole face to fall off, revealing blurred flesh and blood.
"Ahh The blurry flesh began to twist and wriggle, turning into a "devil" with a white face and a bright red tongue sticking out long: "Follow your call, come from the deepest parts of hell, and please say your request."
The cold and rigid voice made Borak tremble a few times again, but it also woke up to the fact that he had really summoned the devil, and this inexplicable magic ritual really worked "I'm going to be a knight, no, I'm going to be a great knight, I'm going to be the Duke of Plantagenet," Borak roared excitedly, and at this time, in his eyes, the ugly and terrifying-looking "devil" opposite was so amiable and respectable "The law of the devil, if you want to get something, you must pay the same price, are you ready to pay the price" The long tongue fell on his chest, and he shook it, and the "devil" said with a cold smile.
Borak was just about to blurt out that he was ready, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and forcibly stopped: "Asking for different things requires different prices, right?"
"Of course, I'm greedy, one of the first and oldest of the seven devils of hell, and you need to pay the price for your greed that satisfies me."
Said the self-proclaimed greedy devil.
Although he had never seen such a devil, when Borak heard about the first and oldest of the seven devils, he immediately remembered that he had seen a legend about the Sun King Thanos in the family vault, which mentioned seven extremely mysterious ancient devils such as greed and hatred.
Thinking of this, Borak completely believed in the magic contract: "Dear Lord Greed, I want to become Duke Plantagenet What price does it cost to become a great knight Just to become an ordinary knight, but what price does it take to retain the possibility of advanced knights?"
A deal with the devil must not be deceived, and Borak remembered the note from his "father", "You must not sell your soul to the devil, and you must not rely on it".
"Greedy" The devil smiled faintly: "To become the Duke of Plantagenet, you need to give me your soul after death, rest assured, you will live forever in my realm and enjoy endless happiness; To become a Grand Knight, I want to get your remaining life after deducting the first fifty years, whether you can become a Heavenly Knight or a Golden Knight, you can only live to be fifty years old; If you just become an ordinary knight, but retain the possibility of advancing to the grand knight, I need you to exchange ten years of life. ” Borak took a breath lightly, very hesitant, selling his soul and falling into the hell of the greedy devil forever, it was too terrifying, he didn't want to choose for the time being, especially the "father" repeatedly told him not to be deceived by the devil, and if he could only live to be fifty years old, what was the point of becoming a great knight and competing for the Duke of Plantagenet However, the greedy devil seems to be different from other devils in that he does not play tricks at all, conceals the terms, and makes the costs and consequences clear.
After struggling for a long time, Borak asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency Greed, after this choice, if I fail to achieve my goal, can I summon you again and make a new choice" He was afraid that he would make the wrong choice.
"There is no problem, but the price that has been paid cannot be recovered, it is equivalent to a new deal."
The greedy devil dispelled Borak's doubts.
Borak took a deep breath: "I choose to become an ordinary knight, but I reserve the possibility of advancing to the grand knight. ” "As you wish, but it will require a slight change in the trajectory of your destiny, so you must tell me in full that the more detailed and comprehensive the things that have happened and encountered in your life, the greater the advanced knight you may keep."
Greed and the devil salute like a gentleman.
Borak couldn't wait to become a knight and had no doubts about the demands of the greedy devil, after all, it was true that this information might be needed to change fate, and from the astrological knowledge he knew, the more he knew about the diviner, the more accurate the divination would be "My first time was seduced by my father's mistress, but now that she's old, I'm starting to alienate her" Borak tells the story of his life, his habits, and his family tendencies, both secret and known to many.
And outside the study, the secret guard sent by the Plantagenet family looked at the other end of the corridor as if he was stunned, according to the rules of the Plantagenet family, the guards cannot interfere with what the heirs do or what path they choose, as long as they can finally complete the test, defeat the other heirs, become the Duke of Plantagenet, and do not sell their souls and the core interests of the family, then even if they collude with the devil before, it doesn't matter.
"Strength and means are the foundation of everything", this is the motto of the Plantagenet family.
Therefore, the guard did not stop Borak from entering and exiting the black market, but only kept him safe and recorded them and handed them to the old duke, who had just helped him find the white candle and apple and put them in a conspicuous place in the kitchen.
"Why is this magic ritual so weird and inexplicable" Not long after the ritual began, the consciousness of such a guard gradually blurred.
In another room of the villa, Lucien, wearing a black hood, quietly looked at the mirror in front of him, smiling as he listened to Borak's detailed and complete narration.
That's an infinite number of times more than what you can get from reading your memory directly Sometimes, even without magic, the other party can willingly tell their clear memories As long as you can find the loopholes in the mind, many "illusions" do not need to be cast directly: