"Huh?" Borak looked at the parchment in his hand and couldn't help but let out a cry of doubt, this magical ritual was so inexplicable, too simple, too funny, it was like a game played by children!
Can this also summon the most powerful devil?
As one of the oldest families in the Holy Helz Empire, the Plantagenet family has collected a lot of magical materials internally, so that when members go out on adventures and cruise the continent, they will not be at a loss in the face of magic, and it is rumored that their family is a descendant of the "Sun King" Thanos, the ancient Sylvanas magic empire!
Therefore, even if Bollack does not know magic, does not know meditation, and still has a basic understanding of magical rituals, he has never seen such an inexplicable ritual process, but in the simple and funny, it seems that he can vaguely feel the indescribable weirdness, and there seems to be a hidden secret behind it.
After more than ten minutes of silence, Bollack muttered to himself, as if cheering himself up: "Anyway, I'm ready to make a contract, it's okay to try this ceremony, if it doesn't work, just treat it as a joke, there is no loss, if it can be summoned, then ......"
His fists were clenched tightly again, his expression was quite distorted, and his eyes revealed obvious desire, anticipation and tyranny.
Looking up, he saw that the mechanical clock was almost pointing to 11:30, and Bollack hurriedly left the study to look for white candles, mirrors, apples and knives.
Ten minutes passed, and it took Borak to find a mirror and a knife, white candles and apples that he didn't know where they were "hiding".
At this time, Bollack regretted that he had dismissed all the servants and given them a day off.
Thinking that he was about to miss twelve o'clock at midnight, Bollack had the mind to slap himself, he was so impatient that he didn't want to wait until midnight tomorrow.
Ten minutes later, Borak was sweating profusely and finally found the white candle and apple in the kitchen.
There has never been a moment when Borlack loves these two ordinary things so much as he does now, and he feels sincerely delighted.
Hurried back to the study, Borak blew out the other candles, leaving only one candlestick in his hand for a short time, then closed the curtains and set up the mirror, candles, apples and knives.
Looking back at the time, seeing that it was only two minutes until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Borak quickly parted his half-length blonde hair, disheveled like an evil witch in a bard's story.
After doing all this, Borac sat quietly behind the desk, waiting for the time to come, and suddenly, he remembered something and immediately became anxious: "Will the mechanical clock be inaccurate? Will you miss twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?"
This stupid clock often slows down by a few minutes, and I have to ask a clockworker to come and adjust it, and now there is no standard time to compare!
After taking out his pocket watch and confirming that there was no difference in time, Bollack began to doubt the accuracy of his pocket watch again.
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 a narrow sense, he couldn't help but worry about this and that, worrying about it and worrying about it.
The greater the hope, the stronger the tension!
The ticking sound of the needle beating was extremely obvious in the quiet night, and it seemed to resonate with Bollack's heartbeat, making him feel that his heart was about to jump out of his chest like crazy, blood flowing wildly, and the corners of his forehead were swollen.
When the low chirp sounded at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Bollack's back straightened subconsciously, and he quickly blew out the candlestick, and then hurriedly lit the candle, almost breaking the white candle.
The dim light looked dark and dimly lit under the reflection of the mirror, and it seemed that countless devils were hiding in the shadows while jumping.
Coupled with the darkness of the night and the tight room, the atmosphere immediately became eerie and terrifying, and Borak shuddered slightly, believing that this magical ritual was not a prank.
After swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, Pollack picked up the cyan apple and knife with slightly trembling hands and began to peel them.
Although he had never peeled the fruit himself, Bollack still had the strength of a high-level knight attendant, and his ability to control his hands was quite good.
After Borak gradually shaved smoothly, his eyes moved up, looking at the mirror, only to see that in the mirror, his face was partially covered by messy hair, and the dim candlelight reflected the sense of light and darkness.
Having never looked at himself in this way, Bollack couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and he actually had a strange feeling 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 fell on the desk in a twisted manner.
"Successful?" Pollack hurriedly looked up, wanting to see if the devil had been summoned, but in the mirror there was only himself who was both expectant and ferocious!
Strong disappointment welled up, and Bollack whispered, "Did I take the wrong step?"
Suddenly, a strange cool breeze rose in the closed room, making the dim yellow light of the white candle tremble and majestic, Borlack looked at the mirror reflexively, and saw that his blonde hair and blue eyes were also looking straight at him, no different from just now.
Just as he was about to bow his head in frustration, the corner of Bolak's mouth in the mirror suddenly aroused a strange smile, and then he tore his face, causing the entire face to fall off, revealing blurred flesh and blood.
"Ah!" Faced with such a weird and terrifying scene, Pollack screamed in fear and wanted to step back, only to find himself sitting on a chair and could only cling to the backrest.
The blurred flesh and blood began to twist and wriggle, turning into a "devil" with a white face and a bright red tongue sticking out for a long time:
"Follow your call, I come from the deepest part of hell, please speak your request."
The cold and rigid voice made Borak tremble a few times again, but he also woke up because of it and realized that he had really summoned the devil! This inexplicable magic ritual really worked!
"I want to be a knight, no, I want to be a great knight, I want to be a Duke of Plantagenet!" Borak roared excitedly. At this time, in his eyes, the ugly and terrifying-looking "devil" on the other side was so amiable and respectable!
"The devil's law, if you want to get anything, you have to pay the same price, are you ready to pay the price?" The long tongue fell on his chest, swaying and swaying, and the "devil" said with a cold smile.
Borak was about to blurt out that he was ready, but suddenly had a flash of inspiration and forcibly stopped: "Asking for different things requires different prices, right?"
"Of course, I am one of the original and oldest seven devils of hell, 'greed,' and you need to pay the price for your greed that satisfies me." The devil who called himself "greedy" said.
Although he had never seen a devil like this, after Borak heard about the original and oldest seven devils, he suddenly remembered that he had seen a legend about Thanos, the Sun King, in the family vault, which mentioned seven extremely mysterious ancient devils such as greed and abomination.
Thinking of this, Borak completely believed in the magic contract: "Dear 'Greedy' Your Excellency, I think what price do you have to pay to become a Duke of Plantagenet? What price does it take to become a great knight? Just to become an ordinary knight, but what price do you have to pay to retain the possibility of being an advanced great knight?"
When making a deal with the devil, you must not be deceived, and Pollack said to himself while remembering his "father's" note - "You must never sell your soul to the devil, and you must not rely on it."
The "greedy" devil smiled lightly: "If you want to become a Duke of Plantagenet, you need to hand over your soul after death to me, don't worry, you will live forever in my realm and enjoy endless happiness; and to become a great knight, you need to deduct the remaining life after the first fifty years, no matter 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 an advanced great knight, I need you to exchange ten years of life in exchange."
Borak took a breath lightly and hesitated. Selling his soul and falling into the hell of the greedy devil forever is really terrifying, and he doesn't want to choose for the time being, especially if his "father" has repeatedly told him not to be deceived by the devil, but can only live to be fifty years old, then what is 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, he does not play tricks at all, hides the terms, and clearly explains the costs and consequences.
After struggling for a long time, Bollack asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency, 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 already paid cannot be recovered, which is equivalent to a new transaction." The Greedy Devil dispelled Borac's doubts.
Borak took a deep breath: "I choose to become an ordinary knight, but retain the possibility of an advanced knight."
"As you wish, but this requires a slight change in the trajectory of your destiny, so you must tell me in its entirety that the more detailed and comprehensive the things you have happened and encountered in your life, the greater the advanced knight you may retain." The greedy devil saluted like a gentleman.
Borak couldn't wait to become a knight and had no doubts about the greedy devil's demands, after all, changing fate could indeed require this information - judging by the astrological knowledge he knew, the more he knew about the person being divined, the more accurate the results of the divination would be!
「…… My first time was seduced by my father's mistress...... But now that she's old, I'm starting to distance myself from her......"
Borlack told many past events, living habits and personality tendencies in his life, whether they were secrets or known to many people.
Outside the study, the secret guards sent by the Plantagenet family looked at the other end of the corridor as if they were in a daze. 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 other heirs, and become the Duke of Plantagenet, without betraying their souls and the core interests of the family, it doesn't matter even if they collude with the devil before.
"Strength and means are the foundation of everything", this is the motto of the Plantagenet family.
Therefore, the guard did not stop Bollack from entering and exiting the black market, but only protected his safety and recorded it and handed it to the old duke.
"Why is this magical ritual so weird and inexplicable?" Not long after the ceremony began, the guard's consciousness gradually blurred.
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In another room of the villa, Lucian, wearing a black hood, quietly looked at the mirror in front of him, smiling as he listened to Borak's detailed and complete narration.
This is countless times more than the data obtained by directly reading memory!
Sometimes, even without magic, the other person can willingly tell their clear memories!
As long as you can find the loopholes in your mind, many "illusions" do not need to be cast directly!
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