In the cramped bedroom lit by an oil lamp, Downton and Homer made plans for their next trip.
"We also need to build beacons and construct portals, so that it will be much easier to go back in the future." Downton treated the wounds and changed the bandages. Several wounds cracked again and blood soaked out. "My sister should have written a reply. I also
I want to take a look."
"Aren't you worried about the mercenaries who are causing trouble for you?" Homer felt that Downton was too calm and never seemed to be afraid.
"They also have to make a living, protecting caravans, hunting monsters to make money, etc. How could they possibly be squatting in the morning mist to guard me all the time?" Downton frowned, "The only troublesome one is Liszt, that guy is the mayor's son.
, and his rank is higher than mine."
"If that guy kicks his nose in the face, kill him. What happened to the mayor's son? His previous owners, kings and dukes were all killed!" The grimoire is very domineering, and with the power it shows, it is indeed qualified to say
These words, "You can't embarrass my ancient magic book."
"Um."
Problems have to be faced. If you can hide for a while, is it possible that you can hide for a lifetime? Besides, Downton has never thought about hiding. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he will step over it without hesitation.
"First go and get rid of the ghoul in the vault, and then capture a sufficient number of demon servants, then you can return to Morning Mist Town." Homer estimated that Jackson was about to be driven crazy.
In fact, it was indeed the case. In the vault, Jackson sat on the ground, hugging his knees, facing the heavy steel door of the vault in a daze.
There are some scratches and scraps of meat on it, all left by it. Unfortunately, no matter how crazy it scratches and rushes, it can't break through the locked door.
"Am I going to be trapped here for the rest of my life? Facing an unchanging wall all day long until I turn into a rotting corpse?"
Jackson used to think that the dungeon with its mainly dead and gray tones was boring enough, but compared with the vault, it pales into insignificance.
For a period of time at the beginning of his captivity, Jackson thought that the cunning human who used such a trick would negotiate with him, otherwise he would not capture him alive. However, nothing happened during these days, which greatly affected his judgment.
of vacillation.
"Yes, why is he negotiating with an undead creature? He is a paladin, so of course he has to kill and purify evil creatures like me."
After realizing this problem, Jackson finally realized what it was like to wait for death, like an invisible rope around his neck that was constantly tightening and suffocating.
"Is life in the vault pleasant?"
A faint sound suddenly sounded, causing Jackson to jump up and turn his head to look around. Because of the violent movement, even some pieces of meat from his body were thrown off.
"Where are you?" Jackson wailed, "Please, let me out!"
"Do you think it's possible?" Downton laughed, "I thought you were a smart ghoul, but I didn't expect that you would become stupid when facing death."
Jackson was silent, unable to figure out what the other party meant.
"Can this amplification magic circle be strengthened? It speaks so quietly." Downton complained that the iron door of the vault was too thick and soundproof. If Homer hadn't been knowledgeable enough and knew how to use sonic amplification magic circles,
He couldn't even communicate with Jackson.
"Just make do with it. A magic circle that is too complicated will consume more magic stones." Homer looked at the magic circle on the door and was too lazy to draw another one. It was a waste of time and he couldn't help complaining, "For a magic circle
Is a ghoul worth it, even if it possesses some intelligence?"
In the final analysis, Jackson still cannot get the favor of the magic book. He is like a player who has been abandoned and can never gain the recognition and recognition of the coach.
"If you are willing to be my slave, you can be pardoned." Downton offered the price.
"I am willing, I will serve you all my life, my master!" Jackson was very shameless. He rolled his eyes and agreed directly without even hesitating. His tone was as humble as a loyal dog.
"Tsk tsk, the slogan is quite good." Downton didn't believe these nonsense, "Did you see that magic circle? There is a contract on it. Sign your real name in the lower right corner."
Jackson immediately ran to the open space behind. It had searched the entire treasury before and had seen this magic circle. Unfortunately, it could not be used without the magic book.
A piece of slightly old parchment lay quietly in the center of the circle, with a quill and a bottle of ink next to it, which Homer had teleported in.
"What's written on this?" The writing is beautiful, but it's a pity that Jackson doesn't recognize any of it, but even a fool knows that the content must be very harsh.
"It's a death contract. After you sign it, your body and soul will belong to me." Downton smiled, "As a Paladin, honesty is a virtue that you should abide by, so I tell you, as for whether you sign it or not, it's up to you.
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Jackson didn't expect Downton to tell him, and was a little surprised. Then he was angry. He didn't want to be a slave. He was about to roar, but the second half of Downton's words shut him up.
This cunning ghoul suddenly discovered that people's loyalty to him was really dispensable, and signing it was just an extra loyal dog.
"Taking a ghoul out puts me under a lot of pressure," Downton joked.
"Fart, you already have several ghoul servants, just pretend I didn't see it!" Jackson depressedly wanted to tear up the contract, but he never dared to do it, because he knew that once he did that, it would really last forever.
Trapped in this vault.
"It's different. You are higher than them, and you need to spend more time training." Downton began to persuade Jackson, "Don't you want to go out and see the outside world and taste the delicacies of the major empires? Even if you are worse, you are still better than them.
Bloody brains are delicious, right?"
"Don't tempt me, you devil." Jackson covered his ears, but the sound still came in.
"Are you planning to wander in the dungeon for the rest of your life? Think about the future. I am a paladin who owns the Great Grimoire. I will slay at least a dozen dragons in the future. Don't you want to taste their brains and internal organs?
"Downton looked at the magic flame text displayed by Homer, couldn't help frowning, and made a few mouth gestures, "Do you really want to say that?"
"You already said it." Homer rolled his eyes. For a guy like Jackson, you have to take strong medicine.
"Isn't this too much of a boast? There are more than a dozen giant dragons, so I won't be the excrement in the adult lair." Downton couldn't help but slander.
"How about you have some ambition." The magic book hit Downton's forehead, "When you reach the dragon-slaying level, I will take you to the dragon world to slay the dragon."
"Save it, I still want to live a few more days." Downton refused.
"Are you a humble paladin? How can you be more shameless than me? Don't you feel blushing when you say such big words?" Jackson roared and sneered.
"I'll give you a minute to think about it, or I'll leave if you don't sign." Downton lost his dignity and was ridiculed by a ghoul. It was really embarrassing.
"Everyone, take a step back and sell yourself for only ten years, no, twenty years, okay?" Jackson originally thought about going out and eating Downton alive, but he understood that once he signed the death contract, he wouldn't even think about doing that.
Otherwise, the power of the contract will tear it apart instantly.
"I have no choice, for the rest of my life." Downton refused.
"Thirty years, this is already the limit. I estimate that I will be used up by you before I can wait for thirty years." Jackson wailed and cried, "Master, please let me go!"
"Your acting skills are just okay. When I run out of money, I can consider selling you to the circus to make money!" Downton laughed, "Sign it quickly and stop talking nonsense."
"Oops, there's too little air, I'm dead."
With a pop, Jackson fell to the floor.
"Let's go, ignore it, go catch the demon servant." Downton pinched his throat, imitating Celes's voice, and then deliberately made the sound of leaving footsteps.
Jackson was so anxious that he jumped up and shouted, "I'll sign!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Downton urged.
"I, I can't write!" Jackson had an idea and thought of another excuse.
"Then go to hell!" Tang Zheng was almost losing his patience. He had no time to waste it with him.
"Okay, don't leave, I'll sign." Jackson accepted his fate.
Jackson held the quill, dipped some ink, and wondered whether he should scribble a random name.
"If you write it randomly, the contract will not take effect. I know it." Downton warned.
"Are you a human? Are you a paladin of light and justice? You are simply a devil." Jackson looked sad and angry, and wrote down his name helplessly, but even though he used a lot of force in anger, he still could not pierce the parchment.
.
Michael Jackson!
When the ugly handwriting was finished, there was a bang, and the parchment burned. The green flames formed a ferocious devil's head, muttering obscure words. Then, the moment the ashes fell, it turned into an arrow and shot.
It entered the center of Jackson's eyebrows.
On his forehead, a contract rune appeared.
At the same time, a devil's head also appeared in front of Downton, but the last arrow hit his arm, forming an abstract pattern.
"The contract is completed, open the vault?" Homer asked.
"Master, open the iron door quickly, I'm going to choke myself to death." Before Downton could answer, Jackson started wailing.
Homer's elemental arm unlocked the magic lock and opened the steel door.
There was only a gap, and Jackson squeezed out impatiently, and then he saw the human standing not far away.
Two eyes collided in the air.
Although he had peeped at it many times, it was only after close contact that Jackson discovered that the owner was so young, and his appearance was not bad, exuding a delicate and elegant aura, but the blood stains and heavy armor on his body made him
It made him more iron-blooded and tough.
"At least he's pretty good-looking. Although he's not as good as me, Mr. Jackson, it's not a shame to follow me!" Jackson muttered to himself, comforting himself.
Downton finally saw this cunning ghoul. Before he could take a closer look, he heard these arrogant words and almost vomited blood.