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Chapter 370

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At that moment, the Hradik cube on Abel's right arm began to flash with a dark golden light. A powerful suction force was generated, and before the tainted gas could even reach his soul, it was sucked into the Hradik cube along with the tainted gas inside the Countess' body.

Abel let out a long breath of relief. He sensed that the soul contract was successfully signed. This was the first time he was attacked because of a contract, and he knew the risks of signing a contract.

"Master, I didn't know this would happen!" The Countess bowed in panic.

"It's not your fault. I underestimated the power left behind by hell!" Abel thought about the consequences of his soul being tainted, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

This was the first time Abel signed a contract with an intelligent life form. At least, before becoming a dark gold boss, it was a human. Since this kind of contract was made for mounts, it would agree to all of the master's requests without any hesitation.

"What is your real name?" Abel suddenly remembered that he always called her the Countess. It was fine in the Dark World, but in the Holy Continent, having a Countess as a housekeeper would drive the nobles crazy.

"Master, my real name is Bartoli!" The Countess' eyes were very clear. It seemed like she had changed a little after the tainted gas was removed.

"Ok, I'll call you Bartoli from now on!" Abel nodded and said.

"Master, this box contains the rewards for defeating me. Take a look and take it if you need it!" Bartoli said as he pointed at a box beside him.

"What's inside?" Abel looked at the box curiously. This was the legendary hell treasure box that the Countess was guarding.

"I don't know. I can't open it. But when the challengers from heaven and hell were here, every time they killed me, this treasure box would randomly spawn items. But after hell left this world, I don't know what happened to the items inside!" Bartoli explained softly.

Abel squatted down and looked at the treasure chest. This treasure chest was not locked. When his hand touched the treasure chest, it automatically popped open. There were a few items inside.

First was a magic staff. Casually tossing the magic staff into Hradik's cube, Abel couldn't help but open his mouth wide in shock.

In Hradik's cube, the staff's attributes were displayed as he focused his mind power on it.

Battle Staff

Two-handed Damage: 6-14

Durability: 46-46

+ 15% Enhanced Damage

+ 3 to Fire Strengthening

+ 3 Fireball

+ 3 To Warmth

Increase maximum durability by 15%

+ 50% damage to Undead

Grooves (2)

The first thing that came to Abel's mind when he saw the magic staff was the Leaf Rune Word. It was the ideal material to make a Leaf Magic Staff.

Runeword Leaf

3 # Rune + 8 # Rune

+ 5-30 Fire Damage

+ 3 Fire Skills

+ 3 Fireball

+ 3 Hellfire

+ 3 Warmth

Gain + 2 Mana for each enemy killed

+ 33% Ice Resistance

+ (2 per level) 2-198 Defense (determined by level)

Abel didn't know if the runes he made would affect the effect of the Rune Word Weapon, but he could only use the runes he made to make the Rune Word Weapon. After all, Rune Words were very rare in the Dark World.

The second item was a rune. Abel couldn't remember what number it was, but he knew it must be a very high level rune. He threw the rune into Hradik's cube, and the Hradik's cube gave him an appraisal result.

Rune: Poole Pul21 #

+ 30% Enhanced Defense

Abel was very suspicious that this hell treasure chest would condense energy to upgrade the equipment according to the time it was opened. Otherwise, how could such a high level 21 # rune appear?

When Abel was about to reach out for the third item, he realized it had already decayed over time. It was a piece of cloth armor, and from the broken parts, it was a white equip with no attributes. Perhaps that was why it had decayed over time.

There was nothing else in the hell treasure chest, but Abel was very satisfied. Whether it was the 2 socket magic staff or the Poole Rune, they were all rare items, especially the 2 socket magic staff. It was the best rune material to increase his strength.

Abel put away the magic staff and the rune. He looked around the empty room. It was hard to imagine how Bartoli had lived in this place for so many years.

"Bartoli, leave this place!" At that moment, Abel understood what it was like for a conscious hell creature to live in an environment like this. Perhaps this was why Bartoli was willing to risk her life to leave.

"Yes, master!" Bartoli's face had been cleansed of the air of pollution, and her face had returned to normal. Now that she was about to leave the dungeon where she had been locked up for thousands of years, her voice was trembling.

Abel rode Black Wind out of the empty room. He didn't know how excited Bartoli was behind him. She carefully approached the seemingly ordinary door.

Although she was the leader of this Forgotten Tower, she had never walked out of this room because the rules set by hell did not allow her to walk out of this room. She had always been in this room guarding that hell's treasure chest. She had been killed by trial after trial after trial, resurrected, and killed again. There seemed to be no end to it.

Now, Bartoli could feel that the air of hell had completely disappeared from her body. Her soul seemed to have been cleansed. She had never felt so clear before. Even the hatred in her heart had been washed away.

Without hatred, without being trapped, without having to endure the pollution of hell all the time, Countess Bartoli felt reborn. Now, she only needed to take a step forward to walk out of this room.

This door was like a curse. The door that she had not walked out of for thousands of years was like a shackle on her body. Every time she took a step forward, fear would appear on Bartoli's face. It was as if she remembered the punishment she received when she was first locked up in hell. It was a punishment for her soul.

The moment Bartoli's left foot stepped out of the door, she couldn't help but throw herself at the door and cry out loud. She cried without restraint, forgetting her identity as a countess, forgetting her identity as a dark gold boss of hell. It was as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances and sorrow she had suffered for thousands of years all at once.

Black Wind stopped. Abel quietly looked at the noblewoman in luxurious clothes crying on the ground like a child. He didn't go up to comfort her. Maybe letting her vent her emotions was a good thing for Bartoli.

Bartoli stood up while sobbing. She didn't care about the dust on her body and the tears on her face. In the past, even tears were a luxury for her. At this moment, she looked at Abel gratefully and bowed 90 degrees, making a half bow.

"Bartoli, let's go!" Abel bowed back and said softly.

"Yes, master!" Bartoli seemed to have vented her emotions. Her voice became very light, and it was as if she was a completely different person.

When they passed by the hall, Bartoli looked at the huge iron pot filled with fresh blood. Her eyes seemed to have a trace of emotion. The virgin blood that made her suffer seemed so laughable now. It was because of this that she lost everything.

Bartoli's hand flashed, and a wall of fire appeared in her hand. She looked at the blood evaporating in the fire and murmured, "Farewell, there is no more countess in this world. There is only master's butler Bartoli!"

In the light of the fire, Bartoli showed a smile that she had never shown before. That smile was as pure as a child's. She turned to Abel and said, "Master, let me lead the way!"

Bartoli stepped on the stairs to the 4th floor. As soon as she stepped on the ground, she heard continuous screams coming from all directions.

Black Wind carried Abel to the 4th floor. His face changed when he heard the screams. These were the screams of imps, but he had never heard them scream like this. It seemed like their voices were filled with great hatred.

Then, imps poured out from all the rooms. Fortunately, Abel had already killed most of the imps before he came in. There were only 200 or so imps here, but new ones kept coming in from all the rooms to join Abel's team.

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