"What?" Looking at the parchment in his hand, Beaulac couldn't help but feel confused. The magic ritual was so simple and funny that it was like a game played by kids!
How could the most powerful demon be summoned in such a way?
As one of the oldest families in the Holy Helvetic Empire, the Gorse family had collected a lot of information about magic so that their family members would know what to do when they went out for adventures. It was also said that the Gorse family was the descendant of Thanos, the Sun King, from the ancient Sylvanas Magic Empire.
Therefore, even though Beaulac did not know how to meditate or magic, he still had a basic understanding of magic rituals. He had never seen such a strange ritual before. However, he felt that there was something weird behind the simple and funny ritual, as if there was something really mysterious behind it.
After being silent for more than ten minutes, Beaulac started to murmur to himself, "Since I'm going to sign the contract, I don't mind trying this ritual. If it doesn't work, I'll just take it as a joke. But if it works, then …"
He clenched his fists again, and his face was twisted. There was obvious desire, expectation, and brutality in his eyes.
Looking up, Beaulac saw that it was almost eleven thirty. He hurried out of the study to look for the white candle, mirror, apple, and knife.
However, the more anxious he was, the more difficult it seemed to be. After more than ten minutes, Beaulac finally found a mirror and a knife. The white candle and the apple were nowhere to be found.
At this moment, Beaulac regretted that he had given all the servants a day off. As a noble, he didn't need to look for things by himself!
Thinking that he was going to miss midnight, Beaulac even wanted to slap himself on the face. He was so impatient that he did not want to wait until midnight tomorrow.
Ten minutes later, Beaulac finally found the white candle and the apple in the kitchen, sweating profusely.
Beaulac had never been so happy about these two ordinary things before. He was so happy about them.
Hurrying back to the study, Beaulac blew out all the candles except for the candlestick in his hand. Then he closed the curtain and put the mirror, the candle, the apple, and the knife on the table.
Looking back at the time, Beaulac saw that it was only two minutes away from midnight. Beaulac hurriedly untied his blonde hair, making him look like an evil witch in a bard's story.
After everything was done, Beaulac sat behind the desk quietly, waiting for the time to come. Suddenly, he thought of something and became anxious, "Is it possible that the mechanical clock is not accurate? Will we miss midnight? "
This old and clumsy clock would often be a few minutes slower than usual, and they had no choice but to ask the clockmaker to come and adjust it regularly. And now, there was no standard time to compare!
Taking out his pocket watch, Beaulac started to doubt the accuracy of his pocket watch.
Although he knew that midnight referred to the period between 12 AM and 1 AM, and not 12 AM in a narrow sense, he couldn't help but worry about this and that, and worry about losing something.
The greater the hope, the greater the nervousness!
The ticking of the clock was very loud in the quiet night, and it seemed to be resonating with Beaulac's heartbeat. Beaulac felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. His blood was flowing like crazy, and his forehead was bulging.
As the clock struck midnight, Beaulac straightened his back subconsciously. He hurriedly blew out the candlestick and hurriedly lit the candle, which almost broke the white candle in the process.
Under the reflection of the mirror, the dim yellow light appeared dim and hazy, as if there were countless demons hidden in the shadows.
Also, it was dark and the room was closed. The atmosphere immediately became creepy and creepy. Beaulac slightly shivered, and he started to believe that this magic ritual was not a prank.
Swallowing his saliva, Beaulac picked up the apple and the knife with his trembling hands and started to peel it.
Although he had never peeled an apple before, Beaulac was a senior-rank Knight squire, and he was quite good at controlling his hands. Although he was clumsy and almost broke the apple a few times, he still managed to do it.
After peeling the apple smoothly, Beaulac looked up at the mirror. In the mirror, part of his face was covered by his messy hair, and the dim candlelight illuminated his face, making him look so creepy and creepy.
Beaulac had never seen himself in this way before, and he felt that his soul had fallen into hell!
Suddenly, Beaulac lowered his head and saw that the apple was completely peeled, and the twisted skin fell on the desk.
"Did it work?" Beaulac hurriedly raised his head, trying to see if he had summoned a demon, but there was only himself in the mirror.
Feeling very disappointed, Beaulac murmured to himself, "Did I do something wrong?"
Suddenly, a cold wind blew in the room, making the dim light of the candle flicker. Out of reflex, Beaulac looked at the mirror and saw that his blonde and blue-eyed self was also looking at him, just like how he did a moment ago.
When Beaulac was about to lower his head, a creepy smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, the skin on his face fell off, and the flesh and blood were exposed.
"Ah!" Beaulac screamed in fear. He wanted to step back, but he found that he was sitting on a chair, so he could only lean against the back of the chair.
The flesh and blood on his face started to twist and wriggle, and then it turned into a demon with a long red tongue sticking out of its mouth.
"Following your call, I come from the deepest part of hell. Please tell me your request."
The cold voice made Beaulac tremble again, but at the same time, he realized that he had indeed summoned a demon! This inexplicable magic ritual really worked!
"I want to be a Knight! No! I want to be a Grand Knight! I want to be the Gorse Duke!" Beaulac roared in excitement. At this moment, in Beaulac's eyes, the ugly and horrible demon in front of him was so amiable and respectable!
"It's the rule of demons. If you want something, you have to pay the price. Are you ready to pay the price?" The demon's long tongue dangled in front of its chest and said with a cold smile on its face.
When Beaulac was about to say that he was ready, he suddenly realized something and stopped himself, "Different things require different prices, right?"
"Of course. I'm Greed, one of the seven oldest demons in hell. You need to pay the price that I'm satisfied with for your greed," said the demon who called itself Greed.
Although Beaulac had never seen this demon before, when he heard about the seven oldest demons, he suddenly remembered that he had read a scroll about Thanos, the Sun King, in the secret library of his family. In the scroll, there were seven mysterious ancient demons, including Greed, Hatred, and Greed.
Thinking of this, Beaulac completely believed in the magic contract, "Your Excellency Greed, what do I need to pay to become the Gorse Duke? What do I need to pay to become a Grand Knight? What do I need to pay to become an ordinary Knight, but I still have the possibility of becoming a Grand Knight? "
Beaulac murmured to himself. Then, he remembered his father's note, "Never sell your soul to a demon, and never rely on it."
Greed smiled, "If you want to become the Gorse Duke, you need to give me your soul after you die. Don't worry. You'll live forever in my territory and enjoy endless happiness. If you want to become a Grand Knight, you need to give me fifty years of your remaining life. Whether you can become a Sky Knight or a Gold Knight, you can only live until fifty years old. If you want to become an ordinary Knight, but you still have the possibility of becoming a Grand Knight, I need you to give me ten years of your life."
Beaulac took a deep breath and hesitated. Selling his soul and falling into the hell of the greedy devil was too terrifying. It was not something he wanted to do for the time being, especially since his "father" had repeatedly warned him not to be fooled by the devil. If he could only live to fifty years old, what was the point of becoming a grand knight and competing for the title of Gorse Duke?
However, it seemed that Greed was different from other demons. It did not play any tricks. Instead, it told Beaulac the price and the consequences clearly.
After hesitating for a while, Beaulac asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Greed, can I summon you again if I fail to achieve my goal?" He was afraid that he would make the wrong choice.
"No problem, but you can't take back what you've already paid. It's like a new deal." Greed dispelled Beaulac's doubt.
Beaulac took a deep breath, "I choose to become an ordinary Knight, but I still have the possibility of becoming a Grand Knight."
"As you wish, but it will require you to slightly change the trajectory of your destiny. So, you have to tell me everything that has happened in your life. The more detailed and comprehensive, the more likely you will be to become a Grand Knight." Greed bowed like a gentleman.
Beaulac could not wait to become a Grand Knight, so he did not doubt Greed's request. After all, he did need the information to change his destiny. According to Beaulac's knowledge of astrology, the more he knew about the target, the more accurate the result would be.
"… My first time was when I was seduced by my father's mistress … But she's old now, and I'm starting to distance myself from her …"
Beaulac told Lucien everything about his life, including his habits and his personality, whether it was a secret or something that was already known to many people.
Outside of the study, the secret guard of the Gorse family was staring at the other end of the corridor, as if he was stunned. According to the rule of the Gorse family, the guard was not allowed to interfere with the heir's decision. As long as the heir could pass the test and become the Gorse Duke without betraying his soul and the core interests of the family, it would not matter even if he or she had colluded with the demons.
"Strength and means are the foundation of everything." That was the motto of the Gorse family.
Therefore, the guard did not stop Beaulac from going in and out of the black market. All he did was to ensure Beaulac's safety and record the information to the old duke. It was the guard who helped Beaulac find the white candle and the apple and put them in a conspicuous place in the kitchen.
"Why is this magic ritual so strange and inexplicable?" Not long after the ritual started, the guard's consciousness started to blur.
…
In another room of the villa, Lucien, wearing a black hood, was quietly looking at the mirror in front of him and listening to Beaulac's detailed and complete narration with a smile on his face.
Beaulac's information was much more valuable than reading someone's memory directly.
Sometimes, even without using magic, Lucien could make someone willingly tell him their own memories.
As long as he could find the loophole in someone's mind, he could cast many illusions directly.
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