Witch Alchemist

Seeing the other party gradually walk away and disappear at the corner of the street, Roy showed a thoughtful look on his face.

"Hell devil, this is also a very strong top force!"

After Roy went back, he quickly strengthened the guard, put away all kinds of valuables, and guarded against the other party like a thief.

However, since the other party was only a viscount-level devil, he was not too worried.

He was very confident in his current strength.

"It should be that he is afraid of me...

Not that I am afraid of him!"

...

The facts are indeed as Roy expected.

That night, the devil Moonves took the initiative to come to the door.

He came to visit in the form of a door-to-door visit, reported in advance, and behaved politely.

Roy came out to the living room and looked at him leisurely.

"What is your name?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Moonves, from the seventh layer of hell, the prison of abusers.

Wizard, let's sign an agreement to live in peace and ensure non-interference!"

Moonves said straight to the point.

Roy was slightly amused: "Why should I sign an agreement with you?

The devils in hell are good at making trouble in contracts, and there are traps between the lines."

"Oh, damn, that's an old story from many years ago! Besides, it was done by the idiots on the eighth floor. What does it have to do with us?

We devils are the most disciplined and trustworthy!"

Moovis was a little furious when he heard Roy's words.

"That's hard to say." Roy said with a smile.

"Don't try to ask for too much. This matter is beneficial to both of us. Even if you don't want to sign a contract with me, it should be okay to make a verbal agreement and discuss how to get along with each other in the future, right?

When I chose that place as a base, I didn't expect that there would be a first-level wizard like you.

I thought it was just a little apprentice."

Moovis said dejectedly.

"I didn't expect there would be a first-level devil here!"

Roy said in his heart.

But this is not a coincidence. This place is a good place where good and bad people are mixed. It is convenient to enter and exit and do things.

"Okay, I can make a verbal promise not to interfere with you, but you have to tell me your plans there to avoid misjudgment...

What organization are you lurking in, and what do you plan to do?"

Roy thought for a while and said to Moonves.

Moovis said: "Just a group of evil god believers who want to spy on the supernatural power.

Those mortals accidentally got the remnants of the law of "smoke" and tried to seek supernatural power!

Their leader thought he had hidden his identity well, but in fact, he was the uncle of the great noble Duke of Tulip, the Duke of Jinbaiqiao, whose name was Riley Boli...

He now has 5 degrees of mental power and is trying the final promotion. He is dreaming of becoming a supernatural and ruling the world!

In fact, it is a ceremony to promote one level, to increase the mental power to more than 10 degrees!"

"10 degrees, rule the world..."

Roy listened and laughed.

The sadness of the low magic world is that everything is still under exploration.

Even the specific power system and energy level division were not understood. The high magic world was already common sense. For example, the level of a first-level professional was like ascending to godhood in their eyes.

His dream was similar to jumping directly from level zero to level four...

Everyone treated him as a clown and ignored him.

Movis was a first-level devil of the viscount level, and was ordered to lurk beside him and closely monitor his every move.

He had full authority to deal with this matter. It seemed that he was going to take the opportunity to get some souls?

Roy asked about this matter, and Moonvis also told him generously: "I want this person's soul! I want him to collapse in despair and regret and become a slave for eternity!

In that way, I can get feedback from the will of hell, gain wealth and promotion!

As for the rest, I don't care.

We devils collect souls, but we value quality over quantity.

High-quality souls, interesting souls, are much more useful than the believers that the gods harvested in hunger."

"This is a lie..."

Roy laughed in his heart.

Adults... all!

How could he be as picky as he said?

However, it is also a mature consideration to make some choices when necessary.

Most of the time, the devils do focus on "quality" rather than "quantity".

...

After Muvis left, Roy rearranged the basic warning magic array and then summoned the dark elves to ask questions.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"You were born in a high magic world, do you know anything about devils?"

Planjie said: "I know a little, but I haven't dealt with them much."

Roy nodded, chatted with her briefly, and then fell into deep thought.

The way the devils use souls is like nuclear fusion. As long as the mass is small, it can burst out powerful energy.

Ordinary chemical energy, released through combustion and explosion, is not so powerful.

This kind of qualitative change is often achieved by torturing and playing with the soul.

This is also a "ritual" that promotes transformation.

The soul that Muvis worked hard to cultivate is just a human noble who has not yet reached the first level.

He tried to stimulate the other party's greed and arrogance, but in the end, it was like a dream bubble shattered, and he tortured himself with endless regret.

This is actually an emotional driving method similar to "generating electricity with love".

Roy suddenly became interested in this kind of thing, but not in the way of torturing the soul, but in the "generating electricity with love" with the same principle.

He touched the black cat Domi in his arms, felt the attachment and intimacy of the magic pet to him, and secretly came up with a plan.

"He is staring at that noble...

I am staring at him!

Maybe I can get a share of this matter and get some benefits!"

...

A few days later, Roy suddenly found that the people in the mansion opposite went out of the door, divided into several groups, and went out of the city one after another.

Moonves was also among them, and quietly left himself a secret mark to pass on the message.

"They are going to commit a crime in the lower city..."

This was the agreement made by the two people in a late-night conversation. He was interested in the soul of the noble Riley Boli. As long as Roy did not have any ideas about the noble, nothing else mattered.

Roy saw the opportunity and took Planjie directly to the secret hideout opposite and gave them a "house search".

"Evil God followers are so poor...

They only have these rags, not even two or three ritual tools...

But it's possible that they were taken away to commit a tragedy at a designated location?"

The two knocked down the remaining guards and searched through the boxes and cabinets, only to find a few gold cups, silver cups, candlesticks and other ordinary ritual props, which made them disappointed.

But even a little bit counts, so Roy put these things away.

All kinds of secular coins, gold bars, silver ingots, etc. were also taken away.

Suddenly, he came to a bedroom and saw a painting.

"Hmm?"

A faint golden light appeared in the [Eye of Hermes].