"Hah, I've realised that I already know a lot of things. All I need is a chance to unearth them. Oh, and the souls within the walls. I've seen at least thirteen glowing amberstones. "
He picked up his pickaxe again, preparing to continue digging into the walls. Reynold Hall, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up, "Don't get too excited. Which wall are the amberstones on?"
"They're all on the wall opposite the throne …" Reynold suddenly understood, "The right wall is the soul crystal, which leads to the mortal realm. The left is the Water Cube, which is where I came from. Then is the other side Hell?"
The throne room was still completely sealed off, but the outside was the seventh layer of Hell. This layer was called Maladomini, and it was dotted with ruins and abandoned cities. Under the blood-black sky, petitioners and devils were mining, carving and building new cities for higher ranked devil lords. Mines, slag heaps and salty canals covered this place like a wound.
The devils were busy building new cities that were destined to be destroyed. Perhaps they wouldn't care about what was buried under the ruins, but if they saw a newly dug hole, it would still arouse their curiosity and alertness. The forked devil's territory could not be lost. Once it was discovered by other devils, it would definitely be taken over and lost. Hence, the walls could not be dug randomly, and there had to be a limit. Reynold had to find a way to increase his abilities to protect his territory.
He put down his pickaxe and sat back down on the throne. "Since there are soul amberstones in the walls, I'm not worried. If I die, I can still dig into the walls. Forked devil, if you use your soul to strengthen me, what can I do with my current stock? "
The forked devil had a conflicted expression on his face, obviously not wanting to use up 'his' soul. However, he had no way of resisting Reynold on the throne, and could only tell him honestly, "It's enough to create a little devil body for you. That way, you can taste the drinks."
"No, I can use my current soul body too. I don't want to waste my soul on drinks. My body … I just want mine. " Reynold pointed at his head, "I want knowledge and the ability to learn. These can equip my mind, and help protect this territory. What can Hell give me in this regard? "
"Contract devils are especially intelligent devils. Their intelligence ranks in the top three of all the devils in Hell. Of course, this doesn't include the pit fiends and the lords of the various levels. " The person in the mirror exposed the Fork Demon's old tricks. "You can easily improve your thinking ability, and then flip through more of my memories to increase your knowledge about devils. This should only consume a small amount of soul energy. "
"Thinking ability? This is not bad. Since I already have the contract ability of a Contract Demon, I should be able to obtain the corresponding intelligence. After all, it's better to be smart, right? " Reynolds continued, "The remaining souls will strengthen my magic abilities. After all, I still need to change bodies. Only the power related to the mind will be mine. What was the term again? Spell Affinity or Elemental Affinity? Anyway, it makes it easier for me to use spells. "
"We devils cannot bestow spells, we can only increase your sensitivity towards spells — — this will help you." The forked road demon gritted his teeth and said, "You can't spend all your souls. You have to leave some behind to maintain this territory! Otherwise, I'd rather you absorb me completely and not let me see such a waste! "
"How cunning." Reynolds concluded, "I won't be tempted by you. I won't completely become you. Or in other words, you'll become me?"
Reynolds sobbed silently, but his hands were still steady. He carefully spread the ointment on Irene's wound, and then wrapped it in layers of gauze. Afterwards, he covered the two pieces of skin with gauze, and tied them all up with a belt.
Even though his movements were light, he still touched the wound. Whenever Irene frowned, Reynolds would immediately start sobbing. Irene had been trying her best to control her eyebrows, but they would not listen!
"That bastard has gone too far this time!" Gravel kicked the wall, causing the cups and plates on the shelf to rattle. The sound flew out of the kitchen, and along the empty corridor to the main hall. However, there was no one here, and no one would hear his complaints.
"Suffer a little, remember a lesson, and improve. We can understand that. However, we are not tools for him to vent his anger on! Today's matter is entirely his fault! We just learned the sixth change of the Swallow Steps five days ago, and it was not like today! He remembered wrongly, he changed. Why did he let Irene suffer? "
"Well, it's not a fatal wound. It will heal eventually." Irene tried to stop little fatty Reynolds' tears from flowing out. However, his neck was wrapped in bandages and secured with hard leather. He looked like a lonely sunflower without leaves. Therefore, his words were not very convincing. "It's not a problem that you didn't dodge it."
"What's not a problem?!" Gravel snorted. "Today's training is the Swallow Steps. You are not allowed to use anything else, and you are not allowed to use it wrongly. This is a test of cooperation training. That is to counter the moves that are fed! If we are wrong, he will beat us, but why are we still beaten when he is wrong? And this time the wound is on your neck. If it was a little deeper, your blood vessels would have burst. The two of us are now digging a hole to bury you! Isn't that a problem? "
Irene lowered her eyes and gently bit her lower lip. Silent melancholy hovered between her thin eyebrows, and her golden curly hair fell loosely over her shoulders. Because of his "beautiful" face, when he put on this expression, people would have the illusion that he was looking at a lovable girl.
"Don't … don't use that expression …" Reynolds took two steps back to avoid it, but his face was already red. "I … I will have nightmares."
"Still in the mood to mess around?!" Gravel raised his voice. "How many times have I told you not to act like a girl? Can't you remember? Every time you act like this, especially during combat training, it will inevitably make Gallie furious. How many times have you been beaten? "
Irene shook her head. "Actually, no matter what, we will be beaten and injured. We can't avoid it. So, why did he have to make himself suffer? I've already gotten over it. "
"You're only thirteen. Don't imitate an adult's tone and tell me you've gotten over it! This world is not only about training and punishment! There are still many things you haven't seen, so at least pull yourself together! "
Irene tilted her face slightly, a sad smile on her face. She looked at her folded hands on her knees. "For as long as I can remember, it's either in the stronghold or in our house in Jialin Village. I've never been anywhere else. This is not something I can change! "
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