Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 107 Soul Crystal
As night fell, a pitch-black crow flapped its wings and appeared from the darkness, stopping a silent shadow, and whispered harshly, hoarsely and weirdly:
"Hey, why did you choose to act at night? We are going to save people in an open and honest manner. You are acting like a thief."

Brian stopped, glanced at the crow flying in mid-air, and looked up subconsciously.

He saw the deserted bright moon hanging in the sky, reflecting a small pond filled with moonlight in the palace.

There was a mist like green smoke on the surface of the pool, and the cold wind swept the withered grass in the pond recklessly, making a rustling sound, as if the pool water was whispering in the withered grass.

From time to time, the sound of flapping wings of wild ducks can be heard in the distance, making the water surface on a moonlit night even more quiet and desolate.

Seeing this, he understood that he was very close to Princess Kearney's room.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Brian said to his special pet, the little devil, as he walked.

This is the unique supernatural ability of the little devil, which can transform into various forms of small animals at will.

The reason why he likes to let the little devil act as his magic pet is one of the reasons why he can transform.This ability to transform various small animals is naturally suitable for scouting and vigilant guards.

"I'm just curious, just ask." The little devil's transformed crow flapped its wings and landed on Brian's shoulder, making a shrill, weird voice.

Brian frowned, and looked at the crow pretentiously preening its feathers on his shoulder with dissatisfied eyes, "Get out, I don't like being stood on my shoulder by some messy thing."

"..."

The crow paused in combing its feathers, raised its head, gave Brian a humane look in its sly eyes, kicked its calf, and flew into the air with its small wings.

"Also..." Looking at the crow flying away from his shoulders, Brian added: "If it's not necessary, it's best not to turn into a crow in front of me. I'm shivering."

"I said you are too picky." The little devil flew up to Brian, and said in a dissatisfied tone:

"It's understandable that you don't want me to change back to my original form. After all, I'm a noble Baatezu devil. If you foolish mortals see me, I'll be terrified. You don't want me to turn into a spider or a poisonous snake. If you don't let it change, you won't be able to turn into a little rabbit and jump around with you all the way, then you might as well give me back my magic painting..."

Looking at the chattering crow, Brian finally knew why he hated this bird.

Because its barking is so ugly, even in human language, it sounds like an old woman with a cork stuck in her throat, especially at night, it sounds very penetrating.

"You have a good idea." Brian saw through the little guy's thoughts and said:

"If you don't want to, you can go back to your pocket and be your magic pet honestly. Don't think about going out and wandering around all day to improve your sense of existence."

The so-called pocket is a part of the wizard's spell "Familiar Pocket", and its main function is to facilitate the storage of one's own familiars.

As a magic pet, he naturally prepared such a place for the opponent to rest.

In fact, the former Lord of Hell, Bayer, had always appeared in front of the world in the form of projections before meeting him, while his main body was cunningly hiding in the magic painting.

In this case, if you want to kill the little devil, you must first destroy this picture scroll made by him using the original power.

That is to say, under the premise that ordinary people cannot master divine power, the little devil can make himself invincible as long as he hides in the magic painting.

But since the little devil signed a contract with him yesterday, Brian has directly used his identity as the master, coerced the other party to leave the magic painting by force, and appeared in front of him in the form of the main body.

And the little devil's magic painting, which contains the original power, is naturally preserved together with the contract, and has no intention of returning it to the other party.

Because he vaguely felt that the divine power contained in the magic painting would be of some help to his future self, he took it for himself despite the strong opposition of the other party.

Although on the surface, he signed a master-servant contract with the other party, so that his success was controlled by him and he couldn't stand up.

But Brian is also self-aware, and he also knows very well that talking about loyalty with the devil is nonsense.

The most inspiring devil in Bator Hell will never be easily controlled by himself. Even if it is the most difficult original contract, he can't guarantee that he can restrain it.

Therefore, Brian never thought that the other party would follow him wholeheartedly.

The only thing he can do is to take advantage of the time when he is controlled by himself, treat him like a tool man, squeeze his use value as much as possible, and then limit his rapid increase in strength.

Because as long as one's own strength can crush him, it will be difficult for this cunning and insidious devil to make any waves in his palm.

This is what is called in the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are just clouds.

Thinking of this, Brian recalled the attributes of this little guy being digitized after he became his magic pet.

Little Devil (Familiar)

Tiny outsider

力量12、敏捷18、体质13、智力23、感知23、魅力21
Special Abilities: Stinger, Regeneration

Spell-Like Abilities (at will): detect good, detect magic, invisibility (self only), suggestion.

Supernatural Ability: Shapeshifting
Unknown ability: ? ? ?
……

When he first saw the little devil's intelligence, perception, and charisma attributes as high as 20 points or more, he was really shocked.

However, considering that the other party was once a prince of hell, it is not surprising that he can retain this attribute even if his strength has been greatly weakened.

Even so, Brian still paid more attention to those "unknown abilities" with question marks.

Because he knew that the so-called question mark was probably the little devil's unawakened original power.

After all, in the game world, he had personally witnessed the former Grand Duke of Hell descending on the first level of Bator Hell, Avernas.

There is no doubt that his obscene developmental plan was perfectly realized.

Most importantly, when Bair came to Avernas to challenge Zariel's authority.

As the lord of hell, Asmodeus did not intervene at all, and directly acquiesced in the infighting between the two.

Considering that the devils like to follow the tradition of the above, Brian felt that there must be some ulterior secret in it.

In this regard, he has nothing to worry about.

The big deal is that when I feel that I can't control this little guy, I can just cancel the contract and get rid of the relationship. Anyway, the initiative is in my own hands.

Brian saw the little devil honestly transformed into a black cat in a puff of smoke, following at his feet.

So he stopped talking nonsense with him and went straight to Princess Kearney's room.

Not long after, when he led the little devil through a fragrant flower garden and was about to reach the princess' room, a figure that made Brian frown appeared again.

"What a coincidence, we meet again." Demon swordsman Snake Eyes walked out of the shadows.

He folded his hands on his chest, casually leaning against a marble pillar, and said with a smile, "Half-elf, it's so late, what are you doing sneakily with a wild cat?"

"Meow!"

The little devil arched his back, bared his teeth and let out a low growl like a demonstration.

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Brian said flatly, "Get out of the way, I am here to treat the princess by order of His Majesty the King."

He knew that the other party's purpose of stopping him was nothing more than to protect the safety of the princess, so he didn't care so much about him.

Snake Eye turned a blind eye to the little devil's demonstration.

It was evident to him that it was nothing more than a stray cat.

He straightened his body and walked towards Brian with swaying steps. His pair of empty eyes never left Brian's right hand which was casually placed on his belt.

"I heard that you have been staying in that old wizard's laboratory in Morelle for the past few days." Snake Eyes looked at him suspiciously, and said in a slow tone.

"I'm a wizard, is it weird to do some research?" Brian asked blankly.

"It's like cats are used to catch mice, and dogs are used to guard the home." The little black cat wagging its tail raised its head and muttered.

Snake eyes looked at the little devil in surprise, and the pale pupils changed their shape in an instant before returning to their original shape.

The little devil looked at him contemptuously, then avoided his eyes, lay down on the ground, stretched out one hind leg, and scratched his ears self-consciously.

The snake stared blankly, then looked at Brian with pale pupils, and said with a smile: "It's a good magic pet, it's worth boasting about. So, let's return to the original topic now, remember my last proposal ?"

"Snake Eye, my task now is to save the princess, and I don't want to waste time on these trivial matters." Brian met Snake Eye's gaze and said:

"Of course, if one day we really meet in the alley, when you try to block the way, I strongly suggest you think carefully. Can you get out of the way?"

"It should be you who should think clearly." Snake Eye said with a smile:
"I heard that a half-elf is the most perfect hybrid after combining the blood of elves and humans. You are a student of Lixio, and your skills should be good. I hope you will not disappoint me when the time comes."

"Then what about you? How did you appear?" The tickling little devil leaped forward and nimbly jumped onto Brian's shoulder, wagging his tail, staring at the snake's eyes with cunning amber eyes, showing no sign of weakness retorted:
"Boy, you have to know that you need a male and a female to reproduce. Don't you, like fleas and mice, pop out of rotten straw mats? Even idiots know that mice are not male and female. They all They're all the same, they all came out of the rotten grass."

"Like a snail in a wet leaf," Brian added appropriately.

"Indeed, everyone knows." The little devil nodded in agreement, and said with a smirk: "There are no male snails and no female snails, only snails and leaves. Smart people think so."

"Your Excellency Snake Eye, I have a good proposal." Before the other party could speak, Brian answered:

"I heard that as long as you are willing to pay, you can do anything. So, I want to spend 500 gold coins in exchange for the chance to have your eyes examined, and 5000 gold coins to buy the right to dissect it. What do you think of this proposal? Of course." , not necessarily today, I can wait until you are too old to crawl."

Snake Eyes pursed his lips tightly, his pale pupils patrolled Brian and the little devil back and forth, finally shrugged and smiled, and said, "I hope you can wait until that day, see you later, half-elf, I wish you success."

After finishing speaking, his ghostly figure disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

"Don't you feel it?" The little devil rolled his eyes and said to Brian, "This kid just showed his murderous intentions to you, be careful."

"Really?" Brian looked thoughtfully at the direction where Snake Eye was leaving, and began to consider whether the little devil's words were true or not.

"So, in order to get rid of this hidden danger, I have a good suggestion here." The little devil thought for a while and suggested to him:

"As long as you do what I say, trust me, I promise you can obtain the right to dissect his eyes without paying any price."

"Guess I believe it or not?" Brian looked meaningfully at the black cat on his shoulder.

The little devil didn't answer his question, but just stuck out his tongue nonchalantly and combed the hair on his front paws.

Brian picked up the soft flesh on his neck, lifted him up, threw him directly to the ground, then patted the footprints on his shoulder, and said:
"Don't think that I don't know what your plan is. You just fancy the soul of the other party and want to keep it for yourself."

"..." The little devil glanced at Brian with embarrassment, and then said confidently:

"Isn't this nonsense, you kid doesn't even know how precious the soul of this kind of mutant who has been subjected to the "curse of bad luck" all his life is.As long as I kill him and let me extract his soul, even without any tempering, it will be the top quality soul spar.If it wasn't for his strong will, you thought I would keep him until now. "

"In this way, as long as you absorb it, your own strength can be greatly recovered, right?" Brian squatted on the ground, looking at the little black cat crawling on the ground.

Of course he knew about the methods used by the devils to extract souls and then refine them.

The soul is more like a container, and the power contained in it is the power of the soul, which is the fastest way for devils and demons to improve their strength.

In the Abyss and Baator Hell, their trading currency is hedrons made of souls.

But the power contained in the soul of any mortal is different. Some souls have very high potential, while many are worthless.

And devils, demons, and even some evil spellcasters know a way to improve the potential of the soul, which is the so-called quality.

It's very simple, using spiritual spells, let the souls of ordinary people not collapse under a terrible torture that cannot be described in words, and the quality of the formed soul spar will be improved.

But during this torture process, most of the souls of ordinary people will collapse because they cannot bear the mental pain.

This is like the jade in the stone, the poor quality stone jade will be shattered after a little sharpening, only those jade stones with high potential that can really persevere will shine brightly.

Therefore, relatively speaking, the devils prefer the souls of professionals, which is the so-called higher quality jade.

Because spellcasters meditate boringly every day, melee professionals will work hard to temper their muscles and bones in order to improve their strength.

When any professional becomes stronger, they are enduring different degrees of pain and torture, and the power contained in their souls will naturally increase accordingly.

After the souls of these professionals are claimed by the devil, with a little tempering, the success rate will not be mentioned, and their quality will be better than ordinary people's soul crystals.

As for the snake-eyed soul mentioned by the little devil, in Brian's opinion, he was right.

Because this kind of mutants who have endured the "curse of bad luck" all their lives, their souls are indeed suffering from pain and torment all the time, which also makes the soul of the snake eye an irresistible force for any devil. temptation, and even fight because of it.

Generally speaking, this kind of high-quality souls with the most cost-effective method of use are usually directly transformed into powerful subordinates by the devils, instead of being consumed directly in a luxurious way simply to improve their own strength.

So, when the little devil started thinking about snake eyes, he instantly thought of the other party's true intentions.

"Don't be ignorant." The little devil insisted, "I'm thinking of you."

"For my sake?" Brian was amused by the other party's straightforward words.

"Aren't you a wizard?" The little devil didn't care about Brian's ridicule, and continued:

"From the fact that the world's magic net is banned and you can still cast spells, it can be seen that you are a wizard with full potential, and you will definitely step into the realm of legend in the future.

At that time, for you, this high-quality soul spar can not only be used to make the core of the wizard tower, but also can be refined into powerful construct creatures.So, you have to understand that I'm saving money for you. "

"Then do I still want to thank you?" Brian patted his furry head and said indifferently.

For this high-quality soul spar, he certainly knew the effect it would have on his future.

Similarly, he also has the method of how to extract the souls of mortals and make soul crystals.

But he is very clear that the consequences of wanton soul extraction, even if he kills Snake Eye, will not follow the little guy's wish.

Afterwards, he ignored the other party and walked directly towards Princess Corni's room.

(End of this chapter)