"Vlad is dead, and now only the Earl of Dracula, the blood clan, is alive."

Earl Dracula, wearing a black cloak, said quietly, his face was pale with blood loss and exuded a different charm.

"Okay, my respected Count, then ask, what do you want to let me out?"

The demon with horns on his head made a dark laugh. It was not angry at all because it was the person in front of him who sealed it, but instead asked with interest.

"It is said that the demons and the Lord's angels are born enemies, and I have been very disliked by the Holy See recently."

Dracula's voice did not seem cold, but instead felt an inexplicable aristocratic feeling.

But the demon with horns on his head covered with scales and armor laughed when he heard this.

"Hahaha……"

The evil, cold and weird sound echoed in the jungle in the dark, alarming countless birds in the dark night.

"Dear Count, you will definitely not be disappointed!"

…………

In a hidden deep forest, a girl in her teens was holding a younger boy and leaning under an old locust tree.

The evening breeze of autumn leaves rustled the leaves, and the two were trembling with cold.

"Bashar, it's good that we have money, so that we can buy us a house to live in."

Merkel held his younger brother, who were refugees who fled because of the war.

Here they have no relatives, friends, no place to live, and no money.

They don't have everything.

The younger brother named Bashar rubbed his little hands and shivered from the cold:

"Merkel, I... don't want money now, I just want... to eat a little, a little... is enough. As long as I can... have a little food, I am willing to give everything."

Merkel hugged her younger brother tighter, and she nodded and said:

"I do, too, but it's still far from the city. Even if we do, no one will give us food."

In the dark night, the cold wind whistles.

No one cares about two refugees who fled.

They may not be more important in the eyes of others now than their own cats or dogs.

But at this time a hoarse voice rang behind them.

"As long as you make a deal with me, I can give you food."

The sound contained temptation and indescribable gentleness.

Merkel turned around and found a man in a robe standing behind the big tree. His face was completely covered by the hat on his robe, and he couldn't tell his appearance.

What surprised Merkel was that this person just spoke in his hometown dialect.

"Who are you?"

The girl's tender voice rang.

But the answer to her was the faint laughter of the visitor:

"Children, it doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I can give you what you need right? Just a deal, you hand over what you don't need in exchange for what you need, there is nothing fairer in the world than this, right?"

"What do you want? What do we need to pay?"

"What to pay? Just some insignificant souls."

The man under the robe talked about his soul and felt an excitement in his tone.

"Are you a devil? It is said that only the devil will instigate others to sell their souls."

The girl seemed to remember something and said loudly.

The younger brother in her arms raised his head and asked naively:

"What is the devil, Merkel?"

"The devil is evil and temptation. According to legend, they like human souls."

The man in Mai shook his head and said softly:

"No, no, no, child, just like your brother said, do you really understand what the devil is? What you hear is nothing but the thoughts instilled in you by others. You have never seen the devil before. How do you know that the devil must be evil?"

It was a bewitching voice, and the endless temptation was buried deep in it.

"But……"

Merkel wanted to defend himself but was interrupted by the man in vegetarian clothes.

"But what? I won't force you to trade. You just need to tell me your choice. Everything is chosen by you humans. How can you blame me for your sins?"

The man in Mai slowly took off his hat, revealing his fiery red scale-covered head, and two horns were pressed against his head.

Merkel was stunned when she saw this scene, her mouth slightly opened.

In fact, the demon cannot be considered terrible or terrifying, especially when it is discussing with you seriously.

It feels like an ugly person.

You may not like its appearance, but you will not be scared to leave.

"Are you really a demon?"

Merkel asked with his head raised.

"Of course, no one wants to pretend to be mine."

"What you said seems to make sense."

Seeing the girl in front of him loosened, the devil chased after him:

"Look, you admit that I'm right, let's do it, let's make a deal, I'll find the power of what you want, and you need to give your soul."

The girl looked at her younger brother who was only wearing a few cloth strips in her arms, then raised her head and said with some intention:

"What happens without a soul?"

"There is no pain without a soul, it is a kind of relief."

The girl asked again.

"Will I die?"

The red demon shook his head and said:

"No, I just booked your soul, but I'm not responsible for killing you."

After a long silence, Merkel slowly raised his head and looked straight at the demon:

"So, I agree with this deal, but my brother, you can't take his soul away."

The devil waved his hand and said:

"It depends on his own opinion. I must remind you that you have no right to intervene in my deal with your brother."

Merkel bowed his head and warned his younger brother:

"Balsha doesn't promise him."

Barsha nodded, and then he asked:

"Okay, but do you want to promise him?"

He always felt that this would be a very dangerous deal, but he couldn't tell why.

He is still too young.

"This is life, Barsha, we have to have one person to compromise."

The girl lowered her head and said.

The demon in the distance said softly:

"So are you ready?"

His voice was not as gloomy and terrifying as he said, but just a feeling of friend.

Merkel suddenly felt that this demon was not as terrifying as the legendary ones.

"What do I need to do?"

"No need to do anything, just sign here."

An ancient sheepskin roll appeared on the demon's hand, covered with dense words, and the handwriting was extremely regular.

What surprised Merkel was that she could actually recognize all the strange words on it.

The devil pointed to the blank space on the parchment roll in his hand, and handed out a quill.

"Sign up and our transaction will take effect."

"You won't lie to me, are you?"
Chapter completed!