"About the revocation of the hell contract related to the Fork Road Demon..."
The Hell Contract uses the skin of a certain scale animal. Every word inside is written with blood-stirred gold powder, and densely covered with blue fingerprints on the characters, which makes it look evil in both the whole and the details. The contract uses three words: the common word in the mortal world, the devil's purgatory language and the dragon language. However, if there is a conflict, the one that really has the final right to interpret is the purgatory language. This contract was signed by "Master Hall" and "Hell". The signing supervisor is Zariel, the "Lord" on the first level of hell.
"Zarel is no longer the lord of the first level, so it's wrong here." Feiqi discovered the problem at a glance, and this was based on the knowledge of the Fork Road Demon. "It seems that Master Hall does not know this information. However, this hell contract still takes effect, indicating that it comes from when Zaarel has not been betrayed and overthrewed by the great devil Baier. This is an antique... Maybe it was the Fork Road Demon who tried to stuff it to Master Hall?"
No relevant information was found in the memories of both of them.
This error in the contract format greatly reduces its effectiveness, in other words, there are loopholes to be exploited. However, the content of the contract is very solid, and can be summarized simply in just one sentence: cut off the blood inheritance of the rulers of the Principality of Aria, and use this as a bargaining chip to end the contractual relationship between Fitch Hall and the Forward Demon.
The content seems to be fine, but after completing the task, Feichi Hall lost his surname and became Feichi Bingfeng. At the same time, Grand Duke Aria is still alive, and he still has the hope of giving birth to another child and continuing his bloodline. Therefore, this contract of hell is difficult to truly execute.
Feiqi shook his head. Master Hall still thought the fork demon too simply. How could it be easy to deal with? The cunning and shameless evil of the contract demon is fully reflected in the fork demon, and it also has the characteristics of forbearance. How did the territory in hell come from? Didn’t it be that it was slowly saved by enduring pain and oppression for a long time and relying on forbearance?
Using the hell contract to deal with the devil in hell is a trap, and Fitch will not jump. The best way to deal with the devil is to not deal with it. If you take a step back, don’t use anything the devil provides you with, no matter how beautiful the devil uses to package it. The only way to defeat the devil is to touch the devil across the river, learn to be insecure, learn to make profits from multiple parties, and then follow the word “autonomy” that cannot be relaxed at all.
But this time I finally saw the Hell Contract, and I will not be prepared in the future. Feiqi held the contract in his hand and looked over and over again, and suddenly found that there seemed to be other vague words on the contract. He looked closely and saw that the contract seemed to be multi-layered, with some words hidden between layers.
"Show the true appearance of the contract." Feiqi pressed his palm on the contract and used the power of the contract demon. As the signator of hell, the contract demon has the natural ability to reveal the truth of the contract. After consuming the soul stock that can be used to resurrect it, thousands of small words densely packed with watermarks appeared on the contract of hell, all of which were complex terms written in Purgatory.
This hell contract has been around for a long time. It is actually a complex of dozens of hell contracts. It is covered with a thin layer of skin every time it is used. Master Hall uses the latest layer on the top. Looking closely, the content of each contract is very short and has a similar writing style, but the different handwriting shows that they come from different writers.
"These are victims who were once deceived by the fork-way demon. They thought the Hell Contract could save them." Feiqi kept "turning the pages" with the ability of the contract demon until he saw the bottom, which was the oldest layer.
"The handwriting of the fork demon is right, it is no different from memory." Feiqi reads it carefully one word at a time, "Sign up with hell, all hell contracts involving the fork demon are under this fundamental contract and must not exceed the limited scope of this contract..."
Hundreds of complex terms are used to protect the interests of the fork demon and prevent others from using the hell contract to deal with the fork demon. The most important point is that any contract used to harm the fork demon will be given the interests to the hell in exchange for protection of the fork demon. This is a rather shameless clause, but since the notary of this fundamental contract is the real first-level lord Baier, rather than the former lord Zarier, who has become a prisoner, it has a stronger effect.
At the same time, when anyone uses the hell contract to influence the fork demon, the fork demon will hand over part of his soul to the covenant, and at the same time exchange it for the soul of the covenant in a slightly smaller proportion. Such exchanges cost a certain price, but they can be deducted from the soul crystal. Through this method, the fork demon can always achieve "you have me and I have you", which leads to confusion between the covenant and the covenant object of the contract, and prevents others from harming it from another perspective.
"After a long time, the people behind signed fake contracts and invalid contracts extended from the fundamental contract? It's really a shameless act without a lower limit!" Feiqi thought quietly for a while, "This contract was signed by Master Hall and Hell, why is it in my soul?"
After signing the contract, the contract demon returned to keep a copy (actually the original), and the contractor took another one, but the hell contract is always the only one - hell is never afraid of people tampering with the contract or stolen the debt. Fitch was able to get this hell contract, not only because his soul was mixed by the other two parties, but also showed that Master Hall's soul had lost its activity and was left with only an empty shell.
"From the perspective of the soul, he is dead, only a name and a shell left." Feiqi observed a minute of silence for "Feige Hall, the Son of the Templar and the Earl of the Royal Kante Hall". He had already expected such an ending. A single human soul continued to be under the influence of the devil in hell, killed, turned into an empty shell, and was parasitized, which was almost inevitable. Now, there is only two players left in the game, Yan Rui and the Forward Demon, and there will be no balance, there will be only life and death.
"Fortunately, this contract has no effect on my original plan. I just have to check if there is anything else hidden in my soul."
Feiqi had to guard against it, but there was a possibility that there was another hell contract too low. From the material point of view, the contract was very precious, but compared with the consumption of the contract, it was a small witch. These hell contracts gave Feiqi enough information to allow him to summarize some rules. Feiqi has now obtained an answer: the fork-way demon is mixed with too many souls, which also affects Feiqi; his soul has too many "impurities", so it is difficult to transform as if it is as tall as the sky. Perhaps with the current situation of hundreds of times the magic power, the transformation spell will not be stuck.
"Shani, Benny..." Feich poked his head out of the carriage and said, "I'm going to meditate for a while, and don't bother me for the time being, unless there is something very urgent and important to the messenger leading the way."
After Fitch finished speaking, he closed the door curtain and there was no movement in the carriage. Shani and Benny looked at each other, then looked at the two people waiting with their horses not far away in front of the carriage. One of them had the sign of a lighthouse collar on their armor and cloak, and the other was Diderit's elf guard. Obviously, the messenger was right in front, and he missed Fitch perfectly.
"Since that's the case, I won't disturb the Second Young Master." The messenger was a middle-aged man with a beard. He had several scars on his face and a piece of his ear was missing. He obviously had experienced many dangerous battles. "I had fought under the command of the Count and worked as a guard in the manor for a while. I have never seen Master Feiqi."
"There is no problem with the letter of proof." Shani also completed the identity verification with the elf warrior, and instead said to the messenger: "Please give me some advice."
"This is my purpose, otherwise how can I pass the level?" The bearded man turned over and walked in front very consciously.
The carriage continued on the road, leaving the border of Minas Ishir with a rhythmic slight shaking. The conditions of the road began to deteriorate, the amount of gravel dropped significantly, and mud began to gain the upper hand, especially as the rains two days ago exacerbated this.
"When you arrive at the lighthouse, you will get better," said the courier, turning his head and saying: "Not everyone can understand the advantages of Master Feiqi's ideas, and there are even a few that can be done."
"What kind of epidemic is there for Lighthouse? Do you need to prepare any protection in advance?" Shani only cares about things related to her own safety.
"No need to make any preparations." The messenger said only these words, and then he turned silent in front of him. His actions already imply that the epidemic did not exist and that the territory was blocked for other reasons.
What would it be? There are too many possibilities, it is really hard to guess, but it only takes three days to get from Minas Ishir to Lighthouse. If it is a flat and good road, it will be faster and it won't take long to know the answer.
"We kept changing horses and people, but we didn't rest," Shani said.
"Of course, anyway, as long as Master Feiqi is comfortable in the carriage," the bearded whistle gently, and then sang a song: "We are all unimportant people, not kings, not bishops, not knights, not even their illegitimate children. Our names do not include castles, no history, no blessings, no badges, just blacksmiths, coopers or tailors..."
"Please stop singing, okay? Lord Feige is meditating and doesn't like to disturb him." Shani sighed.
Because of Fitch's meditation and contemplation, the whole journey seemed dull and boring. They drove their vehicles day and night, taking turns to rest on the top of the carriage. They carried dry food and water behind the carriage. When they passed by the inn, the messenger went to buy some fresh bread and light wine, and then rode a horse to catch up with the progress of the carriage. Since they were moving along the main road, they were not afraid to miss the direction.
It took them just over two days to reach the border of the lighthouse, beside a small river called "Duck Soup". Although the river surface is narrow, the water flows rapidly. A stone arch bridge covered with moss on the side spans the river water, and wooden railings and six guards span the bridge.
"I won! Give money!" A soldier who won the card game shouted excitedly, while the other three were dejected, spitting hard on the ground and cursing bad luck. The news of the lighthouse leader's closure had long been spreading because of the epidemic. Smart and helpless people chose to detour, so the level was free, and they spent their time by playing cards.
The elf's carriage, two beautiful coachmen and a sloppy knight guard, this combination suddenly became more interesting than playing cards. A thin and tall guard with a mustache should be the captain of these people. He walked up with a spear with a red tassel and raised his hand to stop the car: "Listen, according to..."
"You should listen!" Xin waved his hand with force, then turned around to show the lighthouse collar emblem on the cloak. "This is a passive order, you should recognize words, right?"
"Although I don't recognize words, it's enough." The beard of the eight characters made his brothers put away their cards and play with energy, then stepped forward to take the order, widened their eyes and looked carefully. Most of his confirmation words were still determined by guessing to figure out what was on the paper. After a while, just as everyone was about to lose patience, he looked up and said, "I understand, sir, let's move the obstacles away, and then you can pass."
"Then hurry up."
The four men moved away the wooden blocking horses, then moved the boxes and sandbags that served as seats and tables, and finally cleared a road that allowed the carriage to pass through. This movement was naturally quite a bit. Feiqi lifted the curtain for the first time in more than two days and poked his head out: "It seems we are coming soon?"
"Crossing the border checkpoint." Shani immediately replied: "Mr. Feich, that one is the messenger and the one who answers us, Knight Wisco Smith."
"Bearded Blacksmith?" Feiqi has gradually corresponded the image in his memory to the person in front of him: "So, you are the guide all the way?"
"It's me, Master Feiqi. You are much healthier and stronger than before, this is really good news!"
"Have you been under Andrew's command, too?"
"Actually, I'm just here to help." A smile made the beard curl up: "I'm old and basically can't fight. If I come here, I can only retire. Really, even delivering letters is a very hard work now, and I can't rest along the way."
Fitch could hear the complaints in his words, and he didn't know that there was no parking along the way in the car, but would he criticize Shani's decision? "In the past two days, you have slept in the car four times, each time not less than five hours. I could hear the snoring sound clearly in the car. Next time I met someone sleeping on the roof of the car, I would put a shoe under it to reduce the vibration."
"He was all saliva, his beard was so wet, I really didn't want to move." Benny sighed with a long sigh as if he was helpless.
"Master Feiqi, don't hold grudges. It's been so many years. Didn't I pay you those bottles of wine?" The bearded man was neither angry nor scared. He knew that this was just a joke between acquaintances.
"Big Beard, did Andrew really ask me to come this time?" Feich narrowed his eyes. He was sure that Knight Vesco Smith was his father Earl Hall. Although the work he was responsible for was more like a chores and never important, trust never left.
"It's almost the same." The bearded man held the back of his head and yawned a big yawn.
Things are getting more and more interesting. Is it even Lord Andrew, the Lord of Lighthouse, who is a chess piece that was controlled in a certain plan? Feiqi parked at the window of the car for a while and left a sentence: "It won't be a bad thing for you two to wear formal points."
The bearded laughed twice. He always felt that among the children of Earl Hall, Feiqi was the smartest, or even the only truly smart guy, now confirmed. The only pity is that the smarter the more likely he is to make serious mistakes, which led to him breaking away from his original life trajectory and becoming an exiled. Fortunately, a series of things show that he has turned back and even made achievements that no one expected.
Chapter completed!