People in the heavens are as rich as the enemies of the country

The devil was probably watching me, watching the Tarot party going on.

While maintaining the posture of a fool, Klein was thinking anxiously in his heart.

In order to obtain the prophetic information about tomorrow, Klein had to let the Tarot Club know about the existence of the devil and ask the members for their opinions.

Although Klein did not want the devil to interfere in the Tarot Club, he did not dare to make small moves under the devil's gaze.

Adding a few words that can maintain the status of a fool and conceal his disadvantage in front of the devil is the limit of what Klein can do.

"Mr. Fool." The Hanged Man finally found the opportunity to speak and said, "That devil. Does he mean the devil card in the Tarot cards, or..."

"It's all the same," the Fool said calmly.

"How do we contact Him?" asked the Sun.

"The weekly gathering will have an additional link. Those who are willing to contact the devil can seek the devil's deal above the gray fog."

"Devil's deal" Audrey repeated, "That doesn't sound like an interesting word."

"I noticed that Mr. Fool just mentioned the power of the devil." The Hanged Man guessed: "Everything about us can be traded with Mr. Devil, that is to say, including body and soul."

Audrey shuddered, and when the Hanged Man spoke in a cold tone, the matter suddenly became less interesting.

"What can we get?" the Hanged Man continued to ask.

"The devil's help." The Fool replied: "Get different help under fair conditions according to the chips you sell."

"Help from a god!" The Hanged Man's pupils shrank slightly.

In other words, if you have enough chips, can you even let the gods take action in person?

No wonder Mr. Fool would hold an impromptu gathering. This situation is simply equivalent to the Tarot Club having a god-level trump card, and this trump card can be used by everyone!

The other two people are not stupid people, and they can naturally hear the implication of Mr. Fool’s words. Mr. “Sun” couldn’t sit still and said: “I am very interested in contacting the devil. I really want to know how to save the land abandoned by the gods. What’s the price?”

"." Everyone looked at him, and the atmosphere was a bit cold.

Klein is also a bit bitter, saving the land abandoned by God?

Even if I sell my soul, I can't afford the price to save myself, let alone the price to save such a continent.

"It's difficult." He had to speak to break Taiyang's innocent illusion.

"The price of anything involving gods cannot be paid by mortals, and the vast difference between the natures of the two means a profound injustice."

"It is true." The Hanged Man said towards the sun: "Mortals will perish if they look directly at the gods. Everything about you is insignificant to the gods, so how can you pay the price of things that may cost the gods a lot of trouble?"

"But this is a hope." Mr. Sun was slightly shocked, but he quickly cheered up.

"I think the only things we can pray to Mr. Devil at this stage and pay the price for are things like knowledge." Audrey said calmly: "Of course, I am not talking about the knowledge of gods, but those things Potion Knowledge As a god, he must know a lot of potion formulas, right? At least he has the complete formula for his path."

"Perhaps He can tell me the Sequence 8 potion formula for the audience path."

"But you may not be willing to pay that price." The Hanged Man did not say these words.

He clearly understood that the bargaining chips in transactions with gods or high-sequence powerful people were often not money, especially those of evil gods. The transaction meant contaminating the other party's aura.

"Mr. Fool, I choose not to contact Mr. Devil." He said.

Klein nodded slightly and said, "Next week's party will go on as scheduled."

Then he disconnected from the Hanged Man, and the Hanged Man's figure disappeared from the high-backed chair.

Miss Justice and Mr. Sun looked at each other and said in unison: "We want to give it a try."

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers." Klein sighed inwardly.

Of course, most of the reasons why these two people dared to contact the devil were due to their trust in the Fool's ability.

"Then, you will see the devil." Klein reached out his spirituality and touched the crimson star.

A shadow appeared above the gray fog.

A slight chill ran down Audrey's spine.

"Is this Mr. Devil?"

She could see nothing, feel nothing in that shadow.

"If you are ready, you can use your spirituality to contact the crimson light."

Of course, Klein did not drag the devil into the gray fog. He was not stupid enough to let a person who coveted the gray fog enter his home. He just released the link with the crimson stars, allowing Audrey and others to pass through the stars. Communicate with the devil.

Although this kind of communication can only be one-to-one.

Mr. Sun couldn't wait to explore his spirituality, and soon he saw the indescribable darkness.

"Derrick Berg." He heard the voice in the darkness say his name accurately: "What do you want, and what do you bring?"

"I want to know what price it will take to bring the land abandoned by the gods back under the light of the sun." The sun yelled, squeezing his neck.

"You can't afford to sell everything you have to know this."

Mr. Sun was visibly lost. He knew that he would definitely not be able to pay the price of saving the land abandoned by God, but he never expected that he would not be able to pay the price even if he knew the price.

"Then, I have no problem for now, Mr. Devil."

He saluted and was about to break the spiritual link.

"Derrick Berg." The devil's voice suddenly sounded: "You have already started a deal with the devil, and it cannot end until a deal is reached."

"What do you want to sell?"

What is for sale?

Taiyang couldn't help but feel a chill rising from his tailbone.

This Mr. Devil gives people a completely different feeling than Mr. Fool. Mr. Fool is right. Although the other party may not make people crazy when hearing a sound like the evil god, the risk of contact with him is extremely high.

When Taiyang hesitated, the devil's voice came again: "Or do you want me to help you choose?"

"How about fingers? One finger is 100 gold pounds. Of course, if you don't like it, you can sell your soul. I will give you thirty-seven thousand five hundred gold pounds."

"No, no, no -" Taiyang shook his head repeatedly and said in horror: "I don't want to sell my body and soul."

In the panic, an idea came to his mind, and he remembered what Audrey said before, and said quickly: "I sell knowledge, the knowledge in my mind!"

".This is also a choice." The devil seemed to pause: "So, what knowledge do you want to sell?"

"What about the history of the Land Abandoned by the Gods?" Taiyang remembered that everyone in the Tarot Club was very interested in the history of the Land Abandoned by the Gods, and were even willing to spend some money in exchange.

"History—" the devil's tone became sinister again: "Those things are meaningless to me, Derrick."

"I am history!"

"Me, me." Taiyang panicked again. He finally realized that as a mortal, he felt helpless and desperate fear when communicating with gods, so he frantically searched for things he could sell in his mind.

The darkness slowly approached, and the devil's voice sounded: "Why don't you let me help you."

That malice made Taiyang's body goosebumps: "Your memory is worth ten thousand and eighty gold pounds. I will definitely be able to find something interesting in it."

Taiyang opened his mouth wide, his body stiffened with fear, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Just when he was about to despair, Mr. Fool's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "The magic potion formula."

The Fool is the bridge connecting the devil and the sun, and he can naturally hear the conversation between the two. He is also secretly shocked at this time, and he did not expect that there is such an unspoken rule in the deal with the devil.

As long as the transaction starts, the transaction must be successful, otherwise the devil will choose something to trade?

If I hadn't traded the potion formula in my mind before, what would the devil have taken away from me?

As if grasping a life-saving straw, the sun shouted: "I sell the magic potion formula! Sequence 9: The Singer's potion formula!"

The darkness stagnated, and the devil's regretful voice came from within.

"The Sequence 9 potion formula is worth 300 gold pounds. Are you sure about the transaction?"

"Sure! I'm sure!" Taiyang gasped and read out the recipe for the potion quickly.

"The transaction is completed. Mr. Fool will give you an anonymous account and password later."

The sun was finally able to quickly break away from the spiritual contact with the devil. He almost collapsed on the high-backed chair, breathing heavily.

At this point he no longer had the energy to think more.

But the Fool fell into greater confusion.

"I have just made a deal with the devil about the Singer's potion formula. Why would the devil approve of repeated transactions?"

He maintained the majesty of the Fool calmly, his mind spinning rapidly.

"No, no, such a low-sequence potion formula is not needed at all by the devil's status."

"In other words, the devil's focus is not on what is traded, but on the transaction itself."

"So, as long as it is something that belongs to everyone, even if it is repeated knowledge, the devil will accept this deal."

The more the fool thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes.

"His purpose is not at all the knowledge that is useless to him, but to eat away everything about a person bit by bit through transactions. When the knowledge is traded, it starts to eat away the abilities. When the abilities are traded, it starts to eat away. Begins to eat away at body and soul.”

"Until, through trading, everything that a person has can be eaten away!"

"This is the devil's deal!"