The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Two heavy doors were pushed open, and a hall lit by candlelight slowly appeared in front of Charles.

The ground was painted with mysterious formations, the altar was decorated with exquisite patterns, and there were dull-looking children locked in cages like animals...

Everything in front of him slowly overlapped with the scenes in Charles' memory.

Charles looked at the scene in the hall in a daze, his body shaking unconsciously. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the past, being pressed on the altar by those dirty and despicable guys without any resistance, and the red-hot iron branded his naked body with the mark of slavery.

"Surgery alone is too slow," Baron Kelbin pointed at the altar and kept talking to Charles, "so I found a simpler method."

"I have been preparing for this for three full years."

"Legend has it that as long as you complete the sacrifice, you can summon the devil, and the devil will fulfill all your wishes."

Sebastian Summoned Demon Benmo Michaelis: ...

No, he didn't remember promising anything so outrageous.

He felt that someone was engaging in false propaganda.

The devil essentially signs a contract with humans just to satisfy their hunger. Isn't it a bit too greedy to fulfill all their wishes?

and......

Sebastian wanted to emphasize.

No demon would be interested in a soul as filthy, dirty and corrupt as his.

"I was originally planning to postpone the ceremony until all three of you, father and son, are present. However, since you are already here, let's start now!"

Baron Kelpien waved his arms wildly. "The ritual will soon be over. Once it succeeds, not even fate can separate us."

"Even if the summoning fails, dying under the gaze of the cold Cang Yue will be a perfect ending!"

"Please, just keep looking at me!" He raised his arms. "Look, I'm ready! Everything is just as it says in the scroll!"

"This ritual platform, the lambs, and you..."

"Bang" Charles pulled the trigger silently, and bright red blood gushed out from Baron Kelpien's chest.

The boy's chest heaved violently and he clenched his teeth.

"Father!" Joker yelled and pulled out the skeleton of his right hand. With his left hand, he pulled out a dagger from his right wrist and stabbed at Charles who had his back to him without hesitation.

Then his intact left hand was easily cut off by Sebastian. Joker watched his arm detach from his body and fell forward due to inertia. In the severe pain, he heard a low and elegant voice coming from behind him.

"Please don't get in my way, Master, okay?"

Baron Kelpien, who was shot, fell off his wheelchair. He lay on the ground in a mess, struggling and squirming, trying to reach out and hug Charles' ankle.

“It hurts so much, it really hurts…” he wailed in agony.

"Please, please, just keep looking at me until I die."

"Huh?" Charles easily broke free from the other party's restraints, stepped on his head, looked down at the disgusting man coldly, and raised the gun in his hand again.

"Always looking at you? Then kneel down like a reptile and beg for mercy from the devil!"

"No, don't!" Joker shouted, "Don't kill him, please. He is our savior!"

"You are my lifesaver who saved us from the fear of being abandoned, beaten, and starved to death!"

"There are still many younger brothers and sisters in the orphanage." Joker struggled to prop up his upper body and knelt on his knees behind Ciel, his blue-purple eyes full of pleading. "Without this person, they won't be able to survive! So!"

"So, you kidnapped the children here? In order to save yourself, obey this man's orders, and sacrifice others..."

Joker's eyes unconsciously fell on the children locked in the iron cage, and after a moment he looked away as if he was guilty. "Yes, for people like us, Britain is hell, we have nothing. It was my father who saved us from the stinking ditch... So, even if we knew it was wrong from the beginning, we still..."

"You did nothing wrong," Ciel turned his head and glanced at him, "Isn't it good to fight to protect your own world?"

Joker opened his eyes wide in surprise, staring blankly at the thin boy in front of him, and listened to him continue in a slow tone: "After all, the so-called justice in this world is nothing more than a polite speech made up by the strong for their own benefit. No one will really take other people's thoughts into consideration."

"There are only two kinds of people in the world," Charles raised his chin slightly, his deep blue eyes dark and without a single ray of light. "The deprivers and the deprived."

"You were the deprivers in the past, and today, I will deprive you of your future, nothing more."

Joker lowered his head and laughed softly, then his body fell backwards to the ground.

"Yes, that's true, but you will also lose something precious tonight." As if he couldn't stand Charles's sure victory, a malicious smile appeared on his face. "Other members are sneaking into your mansion."

"Why do you think we can always take the children away quietly?" He answered to himself, the smile on his face widening a little.

"Of course it's because all the witnesses have disappeared."

"We are professional killers. We will eliminate anyone we meet while on a mission." He looked straight at Charles, expecting to see pain or tension on his face, but he failed.

The boy just looked at him quietly, as if he were watching some clown, so Joker continued.

"You and your brother are our targets. When they find out you're not here, they'll search the entire mansion. Guess how many people will be killed?"