Mage's Secret

As soon as Traphael finished speaking, there was a chuckle in the room, and then Murphy's figure sitting by the bed appeared.

"You are very vigilant." He said, reached out and picked up a grape from the fruit plate on the bedside table, pinched it with two fingers, looked at the magic lamp hanging on the wall, and continued. : "A person with such a strong sense of vigilance didn't even resist when he signed an unknown contract?"

Traphael looked at him blankly: "That's because the contract can only be concluded successfully with the consent of both parties, otherwise it will be a curse. And I don't feel the danger. During the process of signing the contract, you will be able to make a contract." None of them felt oppressed, so I think it's just a collaborative contract."

Murphy shifted his gaze from the grapes to Trafael, and said with a hypocritical smile: "The reasoning is correct, it is indeed just a contract to ensure that the two of us can complete the transaction smoothly. But I think this contract can be easily concluded Success, there should be reasons why you were too nervous at the time?"

Trafael did not deny it, he asked: "So the content of this contract is our 'deal', what will happen if we breach the contract?"

"Hmm..." Murphy uttered a long syllable from his nasal cavity, thought for a while and said, "If you don't help me find my brother, then the mark of that contract will always exist. If you do something that is not good for me, Those marks will turn into poisonous thorns and run through your body—of course, if I refuse to provide you with any knowledge of magic in the demon world or do anything directly harmful to you, it will be the same. By the way, this The poisonous thorn is a unique plant in the devil world. It has tenacious vitality, and it cannot be killed by burning or cutting it. Moreover, it is ferocious and greedy. It will absorb the flesh and blood of its prey as nutrients. Believe me, anyone who is entangled by it All living things end up as a pile of dry bones, and that happens pretty quickly."

Traphael nodded calmly to show that he knew it, and then said: "But it is too conspicuous, I mean the sign of this contract... the area is a bit too large."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Murphy felt a little bored. When he heard him say this, he smirked and said, "There is no way. If the mark is not so big, how can it restrain you better, Mr. Mage. How about it, look Will seeing this mark give rise to an idea of ​​wanting to complete the cooperation as soon as possible so that the contract can be terminated?"

Trafael narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "The same is true for your mark?"

"Of course not," Murphy said, "I am the creator of this contract, so my mark is slightly smaller than yours."

Trafael said: "Can you control this mark?"

"Of course not," Murphy looked at him calmly: "This is the contract rule."

Traphael stared at him for a while, then lowered his eyes and asked another question: "How did you come to my room?"

Murphy said, "Of course I followed your breath. I don't know how to use your teleportation technique."

"Hasn't anyone else discovered it?"

"As you can see, I just became invisible."

"But your breath can't be covered up, I found you easily."

Murphy shrugged: "Unfortunately—or fortunately—not everyone in this tower is as sharp as you. I just walked all the way behind the kid who brought you fruit, and he didn't Spotted me. But it was such a cute kid, the perfect face and shining blond hair was so fascinating. The kid seemed to be quite worried about you, and after entering the door, he stared at the bathroom for a long time before leaving."

"Elvis?"

"Is that the child's name?"

"It's none of your business." Traphael frowned and said, "Even if you are not discovered by him, you may be discovered by others. You are too careless."

"Oh?" Murphy narrowed his eyes and said with a drawn out tone, "Are you afraid that I will be discovered?"

Traphael sneered and said, "Are you not afraid of being discovered? Otherwise, why would you sign such a cooperation contract with me and ask me to do things for you?"

"I was just trying to save myself unnecessary trouble," Murphy said.

"Anyway, we're on the same page on this point, and if you don't get in trouble for me, you're going to save yourself trouble, and I hope you understand that," Trafal said.

"Of course I know about this kind of thing." Murphy threw the grape he had been playing with for a long time into his mouth: "It's just some apprentices who are not even spellcasters. Of course I have the confidence that I won't be discovered." will come here."

Trafael nodded and said: "It's good to be confident, but I still hope you can be more vigilant."

Murphy frowned and said, "I know what I do, so you don't need to lecture me. I'm not one of your apprentices."

Trafel paused for a moment before bowing slightly: "Sorry."

Murphy then loosened his brows and said, "How long are you going to stand there? Are you going to talk to me like this?"

Trafael has been standing by the bathroom door without moving since he got out of the bathroom. Hearing Murphy's question, he said: "Then please go to the reception room and wait for a while, and I will go to meet you after I get dressed." How about the details?"

Murphy supported his chin with one hand, glanced at the magic sundial on the bed and said, "This time should be the time for human beings to rest. You have already returned to your room to take a shower and then dressed neatly to go to the reception room. Don't you Do you find it suspicious?"

Traphael rubbed his swollen forehead and said, "Then how about going to the study?"

"I just came from there, and I don't want to go back," Murphy said.

"Then what do you mean?"

Murphy looked around the room and said, "Why do you have to run around, isn't it nice here?"

"Here?" Trafalle asked with a frown.

"That's right, is there something wrong?"

Murphy's request made Trafael feel offended, so he said: "Of course not, this is my private space, and I don't want to use it as a place for conversation."

"Why? Do you think I've violated something about you? Don't you think that what we're going to talk about next is your greatest passion?" Murphy stood up, walked to Traphael, and approached him He whispered, "Listen, you don't need any other secrets. I'm your biggest secret."

"Of course," Murphy chuckled, and stretched out his hand to pull apart Traphael's loose bathrobe, revealing some of his chest that was entwined with patterns that looked like thorns: "And this."