A strange world

The pungent smell of sulfur filled the basement with the heat.

The psychedelic smoke condensed into a human silhouette behind Annan - wearing a men's black dress, with curved horns on his forehead, and a black ponytail neatly combed behind his head.

"Members of the Winchet family..." The solid outline exuded order and evil, and the cold horizontal eyes stared at him, "It's time to repay the debt you owed."

"Uh... I think you misunderstood. I'm not from the Winchet family." Annan faced the devil, and the hand behind his back reached for the doorknob, but he retracted it with burning pain as if he were reaching into steam.

"But I know people from the Winchet family. If you want to see her, can I call her over?"

The approaching crisis made Annan ignore the pain in his fingers. He tried to keep a distance, but he was too close to the devil and he was not sure about casting the low-level summoning spell.

Fireball?

Is the devil afraid of fire?

"At the cost of the breached soul, bear this deep fear..."

The devil refused to communicate with Annan, and the dust-free parchment levitated, flipping, and the obscure words turned into burning shackles, rising into falsehood, full of death and ominous flames.

Even though Annan knew very little about devils, he could guess that this was the terrifying price for breaking the contract——

But for Annan, the burning chain-like words just made Annan look uncomfortable.

"Why don't you feel scared?" The devil, who was still preparing to punish his soul, was slightly startled.

"I can't understand."

These burning ancient, obscure words have no familiar parts except that Annan can recognize them as words. "And I'm not a Winchester."

"Humans, or warlocks..."

Burning obscure words fell into the parchment. Annan realized that the devil was planning some conspiracy and took the opportunity to distract it:

"This basement is a nice place."

"What's good?"

"If it is outside, it may disturb other people's sleep...low-level summoning technique!"

"Inferior summoning? You want to use a kobold and a devil..."

The devil watched mockingly as Annan constructed a pitifully small magic circle. Then, the gap between Annan and the devil overflowed with terrifying pressure, and the indigo scales moved, revealing a dark yellow vertical pupil.

The awake blue dragon omitted Annan's steps to wake it up.

But what the devil was thinking at this time was "Inferior? Blue dragon?"

"It's an enemy! And it calls you a kobold!"

Annan hid behind the blue dragon and pointed at the devil.

"devil?"

The blue dragon's vertical pupils stared at the young devil across the rift: "Humans, devils are a difficult race... I can feel that this devil is undergoing a trial, and there is an adult devil standing behind her..."

"I know the rules, do I need to pay more, right?"

To this day, Annan is no longer timid or hesitant in saying this.

This conversation brought the devil back to his senses. He put aside the incomprehensible phenomenon of why a low-level warlock's low-level summoning spell summoned a blue dragon. He caressed his chest to show respect: "Your Excellency Blue Dragon, Brudonna sends my greetings to you."

"I'm sorry to alarm you, but I think it was just an accident. I didn't mean to hurt your contractor."

The devil remained polite. Although devils are born with power and are born extraordinary like dragons, they cannot become legends when they reach adulthood like dragons. They need time to grow.

And the devil's talent was never "fighting a giant dragon in a cramped basement."

"You wanted to attack me just now."

Annan, who was hiding behind the blue dragon, popped up and said.

"I am a devil, not a devil who wants to fight." The devil was forced to remain polite and correct Annan's misunderstanding: "...and I only charge breach of contract fees from the Winchet family."

"I'm not a Winchester."

The devil's evil eyes stared at him: "Where is this place?"

"Wine...well...the property of the Winchet family, but I only live here temporarily."

The devil continued to stare at him with obvious disbelief.

"The blue dragon can vouch for me."

"I don't know anything." Blue Dragon stared at the young devil with his oppressive vertical pupils, and said to Annan: "How much more are you willing to add?"

It is not difficult for the dragon to choose between offending the devil and getting rewarded.

The young devil finally appeared panicked, and his body solidified by smoke became slightly insubstantial, but he was shackled in the basement again due to Long Wei's suppression.

"Your Excellency Blue Dragon, we are not enemies!" the devil explained, finally realizing that the human warlock had the right to speak: "The devil respects order and agreements. As long as you are indeed not from the Winchet family, I will apologize to you and leave. "

Annan hesitated, but in the end, Tasia's contact with Wood made Annan decide to believe in the devil - the blue dragon was here after all.

"Okay, then there's no need to fight."

The blue dragon seemed to see the gold coins flying away with wings: "You are playing with a great blue——"

"The reward for this time will be given to you later."

"make a deal."

The time for the low-level summoning spell was not over yet. The blue dragon lay lazily, staring at Annan and communicating with the devil.

"Now I am one-tenth convinced that you are not a dirty bloodline of the Winchet family."

"If I were Winchet, wouldn't it be better to just let the blue dragon destroy the evidence?"

"You kill me, but the contract will not disappear..."

Annan didn't know that the devil would be so stubborn, so he had to show the letter hidden on the inside of the mage's robe and said, "Did you see it? This is a family letter, from the Reeves family."

The devil suddenly sniffed his nose and whispered doubtfully: "This letter..."

"What's wrong?"

The devil said nothing: "I won't tell you. You are not Winchet, then it's time for me to leave..."

The condensed smoke gradually dissipated.

"What if it's a trade?"

The devil's virtual stasis is like a gambler hearing dice and a drunkard smelling beer.

Lan Long's dilated vertical pupils condensed slightly, feeling that this sentence structure and scene were very familiar.

"I need you to bring the Winchets," the devil said.

"This is not equitable." Annan shook his head, "I can only pay gold, or gems, or antiques."

Click——

A rock under the dragon's claw turned into powder.

"Can."

The devil agreed to Annan, and a brand new parchment appeared in the void as it burned.

"Be careful of the devil's contract..."

Because of the existence and reminder of the blue dragon, this contract was completed in an extremely fair manner.

"The reward for these reminders is another..."

The blue dragon never forgets to ask for reward.

Annan was a little confused. Are all the legendary dragons like this, or is this one special?

With the contract complete, the devil no longer holds back: "The devil could smell conspiracy, and that letter haunted it."

A fair contract is like disgrace to a devil, and the young devil turned into dissipating smoke after his answer.

"Did she leave?"

"Yes."

Annan began to think, did the Wine Lady or her ancestors sign a contract with the devil? Why is the deed in the basement of this manor?

He hoped it was just a coincidence.

At this time, the blue dragon's low roar came from behind the crack.

"You just said gems, right..."