after being offered to the devil

Chapter 13 Heresy

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The night was silent, and the dark clouds outside the window blocked the already sparse moonlight.

In the narrow and gloomy room, dried toad carcasses, crow's eyes, smelly moss, and even a palm-sized baby embryo were placed in the bottle randomly.

If the knights of the Holy Court of Light saw this scene, they would have to send the owner of the room to the gallows.

The dark warlock stood in the middle of this pile of contraband, muttering words, writing and drawing on the ground with one hand dipped in goat's blood.

There was an impatient urging voice from the noble son outside the door: "Is it almost ready?"

The voice of the dark warlock was low and gloomy: "Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The last stroke fell.

The goat blood on the ground gradually dried up, showing a dark red color.One after another spells are connected to form a strange formation.

The array was activated, and the surrounding dark elements gathered, forming a vortex in midair.

The dark warlock stretched out his skinny hand from his sleeve, and made an almost impossible gesture: "I swear by darkness..."

Amidst the sound of the incantation, the vortex slowly spun.

As soon as the surrounding temperature dropped, the table shook unstoppably, and the baby in the bottle opened its eyes silently, staring at the warlock's back resentfully.

The vortex connects to the abyss.

After chanting the last incantation, a black shadow emerged from the vortex.

Its figure swayed and made strange noises.Under the temporary effect of the contract, the dark warlock understood the meaning of these words.

"what are you going to do?"

The dark warlock couldn't wait to say: "I'm going to kill someone..."

It grinned: "Name."

Dark Warlock: "Arthur! His name is Arthur! Kill him, and I can pay you!"

This is a contract between a warlock and a demon.

Pay a certain price - blood or internal organs or something - after the devil accepts it, he will do something for him.

With the ability of a demon, a teenager can be unknowingly killed at home without leaving any traces.

No one will think of him, and he can easily get rich rewards.

If there is no accident... there is an accident.

Hearing the word "Arthur", the figure of the demon swelled up, his face was ferocious, as if he was angry and fearful.

It shook for a while, burst into a gurgling sound, and then went back into the vortex without looking back, as if its butt was on fire.

The dark warlock froze for a moment: "?"

He has not encountered such a situation, what is going on?

If he knew Demon's language, he would be able to understand what the demon was saying just now.

The devil is yelling: Damn you, you want to kill yourself, don't drag me.You dare to provoke the Lord of the Abyss, what kind of idiot, hang yourself if you think your life is too long!

But the dark warlock didn't understand. He thought it was a problem in some part of the formation, and didn't take the demon's fear seriously.

——This shows the importance of mastering a foreign language proficiently.

The dark warlock checked it out and decided to try summoning the demon again.

As a result... try and die.

The dense black mist surged, and the kerosene lamp in the room suddenly went dark. The young master outside was startled by the movement, and was cursing.

It was clearly separated by a wall, but the dark warlock seemed to be in another space, and the voice was vague and inaudible.

The entire room was enveloped in darkness, and there was a piercing and sticky sound, as if something was squirming and expanding in the shadows.

The Dark Warlock finally realized the danger.

In the past, most of the demons summoned in the formation were low-level demons, and there was no such a large formation. Looking at the current appearance, could it be that this time it was luck, and a high-level demon came?

He swallowed, trying to keep his eyes open.

A hole was torn open in the surging darkness, and a figure landed in the room.

Walking out of the darkness was a figure.

I heard that low-level demons are ugly and have an IQ similar to that of wild animals, and the higher the level of demons, the more they look like humans, and their appearance is biased toward human aesthetics.

Because the devil wants to seduce human beings, and looks ugly, wouldn't it scare people away?

There is no doubt that the person in front of him is completely in line with human aesthetics.

A head of dark red hair hung down, and the tail was curled, shaking slightly.His facial features are handsome and beautiful, between a teenager and a young man, soft and straight.

He is good looking.

But when I saw him for the first time, what I noticed was definitely not his appearance, but... the pair of black goat horns on his forehead.

The Dark Warlock's legs softened and he almost knelt down.

But fortunately, he did not forget his original intention, he still remembered the business, and couldn't wait to start speaking lines: "A demon who does not belong to the world, I swear by the darkness, please take Arthur's soul and deprive him of his life—"

The dark sorcerer eagerly waits.

Then, he saw the red-haired demon laughing.

Probably because he doesn't make facial expressions very often, the corners of the red-haired demon's lips only curled up in a small arc, and his smile was weird and stiff.

What are you laughing at?

Is there anything funny about this?

Before the dark warlock had time to figure it out, he heard a complicated and obscure voice coming from his ear.Every word contains mystery and unknown, it doesn't seem like it can be uttered by human vocal cords, let alone what it means.

The more you don't understand, the more you want to explore.

The dark warlock tried hard to distinguish the meaning of each letter, feeling as if he was stepping on cotton, and double images appeared in front of his eyes.

He tried his best to make a "wheezing and wheezing" sound from his throat, and subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the red-haired demon, but his body moved forward, but his eyes still stayed where they were.

Turning his eyes with difficulty, he saw a melted corpse wriggling on the ground.

The dark warlock was in a daze, and finally figured out what the red-haired demon was talking about.

He said: My name is Arthur.

The dark warlock didn't panic much, but felt calm and peaceful.

So...he is Arthur...

How stupid...to dare to...offend the gods...

Arthur had no expression on his face, and slowly retreated into the darkness.

At this moment, the noble son who had been waiting outside finally couldn't wait any longer, and knocked on the door rudely: "Are you ready? It's just asking you to kill a person, so dawdling." He said proudly, "If If you dare to cheat my gold coins, I can assure you that tomorrow morning there will be a Knight of Light knocking on your door..."

Arthur stopped and slowly raised his eyelids.

In fact, he has no interest in "killing people" at all.

Human beings are fragile and can be crushed to death with a slight force.

It's like ants -- no one goes out of their way to crush an ant.

The reason why I came here was because the dark warlock was too noisy, and I kept chanting his name.So, he came over to have a look.

Just look at it.

As for whether the dark warlock can bear his existence, it is not in the scope of consideration.

But now, Arthur stopped suddenly.

He seemed to understand why the dark warlock knew his name, and called out him persistently.

What they want to deal with is not him, but Qiao Qiao.

To deal with him, he would feel that these people are interesting and courageous.

But bullying Qiao Qiao, no way.

Arthur thought.

The puddle of paste on the ground slowly squirmed, and the dark warlock's voice came out: "Okay, okay, okay, okay."

The sound was a bit stuck, like it was coming from an honest radio, intermittent.

But the noble son didn't notice anything unusual, and pushed open the door directly: "Why is it so dark?" He reached out to turn on the light, but he couldn't find the switch after touching the wall for a while.

So he simply walked in in the dark, and just two steps away, he stepped into a puddle of smelly and sticky stuff.

The noble son rubbed the soles of his feet in disgust: "What is this?" Feeling something was wrong, he lowered his head and looked over.

A skinny face emerged from a melted skin.He closed his eyes and was very peaceful.

"what--"

After a short scream, everything returned to eternal silence.

Jingle Bell.

A gold coin fell to the ground, rolled away, and finally stopped in front of the red-haired devil.

……

The darkness receded like a tide, returning quietly and without interest.

Arthur stepped out of the shadows and returned to the bed.

Lin Qiao didn't know anything, turned over, and opened his eyes in a daze: "Arthur..." He had a nasal voice, as if coquettish, "What are you doing standing here?"

Arthur's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the evil and ominous nature of the devil disappeared completely, leaving only ignorance.

"Look at you," he said.

Lin Qiao muttered, "Look what I'm doing?" He stretched out his hand, "Come here."

Arthur half-knelt down and put his hand on it obediently.

Behind, the dark clouds parted, and the cold white moonlight flowed quietly.

With a gentle tug, Lin Qiao pulled Arthur up.Half asleep and half awake, he naturally leaned into Arthur's arms and rubbed his cheeks.

The boy's skin was fair, and his cheeks were pressed with a thin blush, like a ripe apple, exuding a sweet breath.

such a strange feeling...

Arthur felt that he had been electrocuted, and the place where he rubbed it was numb and itchy.

Lin Qiao murmured, and quickly changed his posture.

But Arthur was not satisfied, he supported himself with one hand, and leaned over with his head bowed.He followed suit and gently pressed Lin Qiao's cheek.

very soft.

Even the finest silk seemed rough by comparison.

Still warm.

This is the unique temperature of human beings.Maybe it's because those living in the abyss are cold-blooded creatures, so I miss the warmth very much.

Arthur liked it all at once.

The red-haired demon from the abyss put away his fangs and learned how to touch the human teenager carefully.

The boy didn't know anything about it, and even took the initiative to send himself into the arms of the devil, allowing him to taste it.

not enough.

not enough……

Arthur's eyes sank, the pupils constricted and elongated, greedy and paranoid.

Demons are never satisfied.

It will only be insatiable and demand more.

……

Wake up.

Lin Qiao dreamed last night that she was being pressed and licked by a puppy. She wondered if the dream was too real. After waking up, she still felt weird on her cheeks.

He was about to reach out to touch it when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why is there someone lying next to him?

It's okay to lie down alone, why is he hanging on others like an octopus?

Lin Qiao: "..."

He slowly let go of his hand and distanced himself.

Fortunately, Arthur was still soundly asleep.

Arthur slept soundly, lying upright with his hands on his stomach.If it wasn't for his weak breathing, he would have doubted whether he was dead or asleep.

Lin Qiao turned his eyes and looked at it openly.

Arthur's facial features were handsome and delicate, with well-defined outlines. When he was asleep, he had a strange sense of solemnity, like a statue of a high god, which made people fearful and dare not profane.

Lin Qiao's heartbeat quickened unconsciously.

Also, it's pretty nice.

He looked up and down, and found that there were slight protrusions on both sides of Arthur's forehead, which were not so obvious under the cover of broken hair.

Is it long?

Curious, Lin Qiao quietly stretched out her hand, wanting to lift her hair to have a look.

Just when they were about to touch each other, Arthur suddenly opened his eyes.

Lin Qiao paused, and the two stared at each other.

Lin Qiao was caught straight: "..."

This is embarrassing.

Lin Qiao tried hard to find a topic to break the current embarrassment, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw a golden light flashing across the pillow.

He reached out and touched it, and it turned out to be a gold coin.

The gold coin is heavy, with the king's head engraved on the front and the emblem of the Holy Court of Light on the back.

Lin Qiao pinched the gold coin with two fingers: "Where did this come from?"

Arthur: "Others, give it."

Under the current price conditions, one gold coin is enough for a family of three to live for a month.Who would be so generous and give a gold coin for nothing?

Lin Qiao was suspicious: "Is it your friend?"

Arthur was silent for a moment, imitating human words, and said slowly: "Two, good-hearted people. Take the initiative and give it."

Dark Warlock: ?

Noble son brother:? ? ?

Lin Qiao: Where did you get taken advantage of?

Lin Qiao wanted to ask again, but a loud noise suddenly sounded outside the window, disrupting his thoughts.

"Get out of the way!"

"Stand in the middle of the road, don't you die?"

"Go away, you maggots in the sewer, go where you should be!"

Lin Qiao opened the window and looked down.

A group of knights in golden armor walked on the street with their heads held high, even the white horses they rode on were invincible.

Following the attendants in front of the team, the attendants bowed their heads to the knights, but when they saw the civilians on the road, they immediately changed their faces, slapped the whip mercilessly, and told them to get away.

In less than 10 minutes, the entire street became empty, except for the Knight of Light, no one could be seen.

Several civilians huddled under the corner of the oak tavern, lowering their voices to discuss.

"I heard that something happened to the son of the Calis family last night. The Knight of Light is looking for an evil heretic in the city."

"Hiss - heresy, what heresy?"

"It's a boy with black hair and black eyes..."

Lin Qiao seemed to be listening to gossip and watching the fun, but something was wrong, so he looked up and landed on the glass window.

The glass windows are bright, clearly reflecting a figure.

Because he had just woken up, his black hair was messy, and a tuft was slightly raised, and his eyes were dark and watery.

Black hair and black eyes.

Perfectly meets the conditions of heresy.

The people downstairs are still talking.

"It must have been heretics who killed Master Callis, oh, good Master Callis, that's a good man!"

"Yes, Master Calis gave me a piece of bread for kicking me last time!"

"May the God of Light bless you..."

Lin Qiao: Is this considered a good person?It's really a big filial piety.

"That heretic with black hair and black eyes should be hanged on the gallows!"

"No, he should be hung on a cross and burned alive, so that the evil existence can be completely expelled!"

Lin Qiao silently closed the window.

Against the background of sword and magic, he is an Asian man with black hair and black eyes, as obvious as a light in the dark night, and he can be seen at a glance.

If you guessed right, he is the heretic that the Knights of Light are looking for.

but……

Lin Qiao said distressedly: "I'm sure I didn't do anything yesterday!" He paced back and forth in the room, "Could it be that someone did something bad and let me take the blame?"

Arthur remained silent, lowering the corners of his eyes with some guilt.

Lin Qiao scratched at her hair, making the already untidy black hair even more messy.

There is no evidence to say that he is a heretic.

If caught, can you explain clearly?

It seems... can't.

Judging from these people's rough law enforcement methods and detective skills that rely entirely on guesswork, if he appears on the street, the only thing he can do is to choose how to die.

Gallows crematorium to choose one of two.

Kill or bury.

Can't be caught.

Lin Qiao thought to himself.

Before he could come up with a solution, there was a noise downstairs.

"Get out of the way! Search!"

"Is there a boy with black hair and black eyes here?"

The red-bearded boss drank all night and is still drunk: "Ah? What?"

The man who came to search repeated: "Black-haired and black-eyed—are there any?"

The red beard hiccupped: "Let me think about it..." He staggered around and spoke incoherently, "I remember, um, maybe?"

"where is it?"

The red beard stammered: "Upstairs, upstairs."