At this time, a bottle of Red Bull fell out of the water and rolled to Reynolds's feet.
It had been a long time since he drank this, and he actually missed it. Reynolds picked up the Red Bull, opened the cap, and poured it into his mouth. The tea-yellow liquid spilled on the ground in the same way it came out of the can. As a soul, he didn't have the ability to drink at all.
"Ah! Ah ah ah! " Reynolds angrily threw the can away, listening to the sound of it hitting the wall and rolling on the ground. After transmigrating to the new world, he had been very calm, calmly observing and adapting to this world, even with the persecution of the demons, the weak body, and the harsh training. But a can of drink from the original world revealed the emotions he had been hiding, causing the volcano to erupt.
"My life was very good! I was healthy, my work was smooth, and my wallet was full! I settled the house, had a girlfriend, and my parents were healthy! I had nothing to complain about except that I was a little tired from rushing work, and that there were too few people working under me! But now? Now?! I can't even drink overtime drinks! "
He cursed angrily in the room, venting out the negative emotions that had accumulated in his chest. No one could remain indifferent in the face of a sudden change in environment, especially in the case of transmigration. Imagine that you had already mastered the ultimate skill, and were killing people online in the Internet cafe, but someone suddenly cut off the electricity, how could you not be angry? Even if it was so online, what about life?
With the drink incident, Reynolds removed the pressure and slowly calmed down. Proper venting was good for mental health, but only practical actions could allow people to move forward. He picked up the pickaxe on the ground, used the Eagle Eye of meditation, and came to a wall with a hidden luminous object.
This time, he decided to take advantage of the time to uncover as many secrets as possible.
He dug while thinking about the petitioner. Obviously, the petitioner was transformed from the wandering souls of the Ice Peak Fortress. The specific principle of transformation was unknown, but he knew that the petitioner would walk into the "Water Cube" and cancel out the vortex formed by the space turbulence, and something would be exchanged.
Reynolds had a reasonable guess: Unlike heaven and hell, which had characteristics, the human world didn't have a tendency. The petitioner before also had no characteristics, which might correspond to the human world. If such "blank board" petitioners were absorbed by the "human world", it would help stabilize the space turbulence. Once the space stabilized, the things inside could be taken out, such as Red Bull this time.
More than a month later, it would be winter. After the snow sealed off the mountains, wandering souls would appear. This was a good time to obtain petitioners. If he could stabilize the space, he might be able to retrieve his body. At the very least, he would be able to retrieve some things that this world did not have. If I had a computer, I would be able to play games. I really, really want that! But how to solve the problem of the power supply?
"Ding!" The pickaxe hit something hard. Reynolds returned his attention to the work at hand and quickly dug out a piece of dark yellow amber stone from the wall. This piece of amber was about the size of a volleyball. It felt heavy in his hand and radiated heat. A golden scroll was sealed within the translucent amber.
"Mine, this is mine! So it wasn't lost! "
The Forked Path Demon shouted excitedly. Reynolds searched the demon's memory and understood what he was holding in his hand: the amber was a condensed soul, and the golden scroll inside was the demon's contract. This was indeed the Forked Path Demon's past collection, the result of tens of thousands of years of hard work.
"Since it wasn't lost, then I will inherit it." Was robbing a demon a crime? Moreover, Reynolds was now a Contract Demon, so the item in his hand was naturally his. He did not hesitate to summon the Soul Dagger and then pierced the amber stone. A warm feeling entered his palm, and the same went for the golden scroll.
The Forked Path Demon's eyes were full of disappointment, and even a trace of resentment.
"The contract with Marquise Mariana … …" Reynolds opened the golden scroll and carefully read it.
The demon's scroll was written in the language of hell. Reynolds had already learned it through the Forked Path Demon's memory, just like how he knew the language of the Aria Duchy. In this complicated contract, Marquise Mariana asked for eternal charm, and the price was that when death came, she would lose everything she gained from the charm, but never her soul.
This woman had the idea that "even if I die, it's better to end everything". The Forked Path Demon used a human form to listen to this wish and promised to fulfill it for her. Did Marquise Mariana know that the person in front of her was actually a demon? She should have known, otherwise why would she add the clause of "never including her soul"?
"Can this prevent her soul from being taken?" Although Reynolds knew that the possibility was not high, he still asked.
The Forked Path Demon put away his jealousy and instantly changed his expression, laughing proudly: "How is that possible? The things she gained through charm, including the marquise's status, wealth, and the happiness she enjoyed because of it, especially the children and grandchildren that marriage brought her, as well as the good deeds she did with money and status — according to the contract, all of these will be taken back. "
"She thought that donations and good deeds could be exchanged for the protection of angels, but the world does not work like that. The orphanage she funded will close down, and the children will return to the streets, some of them becoming thieves, robbers, and assassins, indirectly serving the demons. Her clothing factory will burn, and a small town will return to destitution, and demons are best at using poverty to manipulate people's hearts. In the end, Marquise Mariana will find that she lost her life. Her soul will become empty, dull, and full of hypocrisy and self-deception. She will not be able to go to heaven, and will inevitably fall to hell. However, this fall is not snatched by the demons, but her own fate. "
Reynolds held the contract scroll in his hand and slowly read it again. This time, the knowledge and skills that belonged to the Contract Demon, under the guidance of these terrifying words, became his knowledge and skills. The structure and traps of the contract, the rules and effects of the clauses, the secrets within were all unraveled to him.
Now, with a flip of his hand, Reynolds could also create a contract with a demon.
"This power is truly terrifying." Reynolds put away the scroll and said to the Forked Path Demon: "We said before that this power should be used sparingly to prevent me from completely turning into a demon, right?"
"You still remember this, very good."
"I will take this contract, you can forget about the matter of Marquise Mariana." With a thought, Reynolds absorbed the contract scroll into his soul.
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