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Antiphore, Holy Herz Empire, the most magnificent city in the world.

Standing in the corner, looking at the tall city wall built in ancient times to prevent the invasion of giants, Borak Van Anjou, a direct member of the Plantagenet family, had dark eyes and a downcast face, as if he was hiding a lot of thoughts.

"Master Borak, let's go." An inconspicuous, thin man in black came over from the side.

Borak came back to his senses, glanced at him, and nodded slightly: "Giz, I hope I can gain something this time."

"Master Borak, don't worry, the old Duke can still live for a long time." Giz smiled and looked at the depressed and anxious big "customer" in front of him.

As one of the oldest wealthy families in the Holy Hertz Empire, the Plantagenet family is still a powerful aristocratic class with two golden knights, controlling a "Porse Knights" of its own. And because the former No. 1

The heir, the old Duke's only son died young, and Borac, who had a good bloodline, became a strong contender for the heir. Unfortunately, he was unable to activate the power of his bloodline, and was completely dominated by another heir, the third-level knight Alten.

Thinking of Alten's arrogant and arrogant appearance, and the fawning aristocratic children around him. The noble girls and young women who were entangled with him on the bed, after Alten broke through to the Grand Knight and he could never find the direction, they all started thinking.

His attitude changed and became cold and perfunctory. Borak couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly, feeling aggrieved and humiliated.

I must break through to become a knight, I must become the Duke of Plantagenet, and I must make those who abandon me and despise me regret it!

After understanding that there were serious flaws in the medicine within the family, Borak finally chose to go to the Antiphore black market to find magical magical items after a long struggle.

Under the leadership of Giz, the two quickly entered a seemingly ordinary villa with a huge basement. This was the largest underground black market in Antiphore.

Picking up one thing and then shaking his head to put it down, Borak became more and more disappointed.

Suddenly, he saw a gray-haired old man coming towards him.

"Young man, I saw your fate from the crystal ball. Do you want to know?" The old man wearing a black robe and looking extremely mysterious said with a smile.

Borak's pupils shrank suddenly and he looked at the crystal ball in the old man's hand. Can a magician appear in the black market openly?

"I don't believe that fate is predestined. Everything is a gift from the Lord." How could Borak trust such a magician who was directly found? There must be something fishy!

The old man in black robe didn't mind at all: "It doesn't matter, fate is always changeable. If you are really desperate, don't forget to come to me for divination."

After saying that, the old man in black robe left directly.

Borak shook his head and continued searching. This was the ninth time he came to the black market - he was a little paranoid and believed that nine was the best number. Once he passed this time, the possibility of finding magical assistance would increase.

Small.

Gradually, his disappointment increased, and his heart slowly sank.

Is there no hope of defeating Alten? Borak was so depressed that his whole body seemed to have lost its color, leaving only his back in black and white.

"Master Borak, didn't the astrologer just say that you can ask him for divination when you are desperate?" Of course Giz hopes that his big client will become the Duke of Plantagenet.

Borak gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind and walked to the place where the old man in black robe was sitting cross-legged: "Please help me divine."

The old man in black robe laughed and rubbed the crystal ball, making it very dark inside.

After a little bright light shone, the old man looked at Borak and said: "Your destiny is facing a huge turning point."

"What's the twist?" Borak asked nervously.

The old man spoke slowly: "I can only predict that the turning point will be in the remote villa left by your father, after darkness falls."

A remote villa? How did he know!

That remote villa was the private property left by Borak's father. Since it used to be a place where he kept his mistress, it had never been told to outsiders.

Borak paid two quintals and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he subconsciously turned back and found that the place he had just been in had become empty!

There was no trace of the old man in black robes in the entire black market.

"Where have you gone?" Borak and Giz looked at each other, full of fear and expectation.

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When night fell, in the remote villa, Borak dismissed all the servants and frantically searched for a turning point, but found nothing.

"Where is the turning point, where is it..." Borak was sitting in the study room with blank eyes, talking to himself. It was almost late at night, and the silver moon was shining high.

Just when he was dying of despair, he suddenly saw a ray of silver moonlight shining on his father's remaining portrait.

Against the background of the silver moon, he could clearly see his father's right index finger pointing into the portrait. This was a very distorted gesture that was difficult to see.

internal?

internal!

Borak jumped up, took the oil painting out of the frame, groped carefully, and finally found a piece of parchment stuck behind the oil painting.

As soon as he saw this parchment, Borak "recalled" what his father once said to him when he was a child, "If you are in the most desperate time, come to this portrait to draw strength"!

Because it was so long ago and his memory was blurry, Borak could only "vaguely" remember such a thing, so he had no doubts anymore and excitedly opened the parchment full of the stale smell of time.

A folded white paper first fell out of the parchment. After unfolding it, Borak saw his father's familiar handwriting:

"Bolak, when you are most desperate, you can consider using this contract, but you must not sell your soul to the devil, and you must not rely on it."

Breathing became heavy, Borak's eyes moved to the parchment, which was written in the magic words of the ancient Sylvanus Empire:

"The devil's law: if you want to get something, you must pay the same price!"

"Are you willing to accept it?"

Borak bit his lip tightly, crinkling the parchment unconsciously with his hands. After a long time, he nodded heavily, leaving a blood mark.

A line of words that Bolak couldn't understand but understood the meaning slowly appeared under the parchment:

"Those who are willing to make a contract, please follow the following steps to summon the most powerful devil:"

"When midnight comes, light a white candle in front of a mirror, let your hair down, and peel an apple in front of it."

"If you keep peeling the apple and keeping the candle burning from beginning to end, you can successfully summon the devil!"

ps: It’s a big chapter of more than 5,000 words, making up for yesterday’s 2,000-word chapter, but the first update tomorrow morning will have to be postponed to 12:30 noon.

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