Chaos Crown

Under the eaves, Aaron and the bald singer sat opposite each other.

"Well, they're all cheap souls."

The bald singer said complainingly: "I told you that I need some orcs. You don't have fresh orcs for me now, and you don't have high-quality orc souls. Look at what you gave me? These souls even It cannot be transformed into a little devil, at most it can only be condensed into some soul coins."

"That's all." Aaron said to the bald singer with great interest: "You should not only find me, Ms. Raul, how many orc slaves did you get?"

"Oh, you know very well." The bald singer plucked the strings. He opened his mouth and sipped his coffee gracefully: "500, based on 10 gold coins for an orc, I can only give her 5000, 5000 gold coins."

"Why do the drow need so many orcs? There are no cotton fields in the Underdark."

Aaron leaned on the back of the chair with his fingers interlocked. He was very interested in this businessman from hell. He couldn't see the evil of hell from him. Instead, he was as elegant, sincere, and philistine as a nobleman. He was more like the gentle financial sons of Aaron's previous lives who had stirred up the Wall Street trader, rather than the kind of devil in hell who used intrigues and tricks in endless sequences to climb up the ranks and eventually become the great devil.

"Who knows, we always try our best to meet customers' demands, and don't intrude on customers' privacy, which is my credo all along." The bald singer played with the soul that Aaron gave him, and the hell businessman blew on the coffee. Bai Yan shook her head: "But I can only give you 2000 gold coins."

The orc souls in the two totem poles were almost devoured by Khorne, and what remained were some leftovers. These leftovers could not be condensed to give birth to little devils, and could only produce some soul coins.

Soul coins are the common currency in the Nine Prisons.

"Then the deal is concluded." The bald singer took away the souls that Khorne despised, and suddenly a money bag appeared in his hand, containing 2000 coins from Amn. The currency in Amn is called The value of "Dantel" is equal to Cormyr's Golden Dragon Coin, and the quality is not bad: "I think this is a very good start for us, Your Excellency Salian."

"I don't like doing business with the devil." Aaron hesitated, and took the coin bag from the bald singer. After thinking about it, he understood what the devil businessman meant: "Unless, you want To establish a long-term, stable trade relationship?"

"Correct!" The bald singer snapped his fingers: "We seem to be incompatible, but you have given me a big surprise, very, very big. In the long run, I am willing to maintain a trade relationship with you."

"What surprise?" Aaron thought about the idea of ​​this devil. Devils are always treacherous and greedy, wantonly playing with contracts, and every word hides conspiracy and tricks, but devils are lawful and evil existences, they have their own rules of conduct, and Always with a clear purpose.

The difference between a demon and a devil is huge.

Abyssal demons wish to destroy the world; demons wish to conquer it.

Demons act on instinct.Even demons with long-term ambitions are easily distracted, leaving their goals behind.

The devil likes to think, plan, and then ruminate, and finally take action when the external environment can bring him the greatest advantage.

Demons fight to the death with rage.

As for the devils, although they also enjoy the beauty of violence, they will measure the gains and losses of battles with a more utilitarian attitude. When the risks outweigh the rewards, they will withdraw from any conflict without hesitation.

The devils think that the only value of a contract is to tear it up, and the devils attach great importance to the contract. They are not saying that they will never tear up the contract, but the risk of breach of contract and the damages for breach of contract brought about by tearing up the contract will make the devils think twice and be more cautious. .

Well, there must be a reason why this hell businessman values ​​himself so much.

"You are still very weak." The bald singer added sugar cubes to the coffee with a small silver spoon, and he sniffed the aroma of the coffee gracefully: "We still need to establish friendship, I am waiting for you to step into the legendary realm. "

"Friendship? The devil still has friendship?" Aaron smiled: "A brand new hell joke, I remember, to be honest, Mr. Singer, you don't look like a devil, I think you are more like Amn or The merchant prince of Baldur's Gate."

"Pfft~ Then you must have heard a saying that making the right friends is far better than instant wealth." The bald singer took a sip of coffee, and he put down the mug: "Okay, let's not talk about that, this time I Came here with a mission, our dear Lord Mammon asked me to come to the mortal world to buy a batch of silver emulsion, as the manufacturer, you must still have some in stock, right?"

Silver lotion?

Isn't it, this thing hasn't been officially sold yet, and the reputation has spread to hell?

"Hell also likes this thing?" Aaron became interested. He was very interested in the ecology and social composition of Nine Prisons, and he didn't know much about it before.

"Oh, come on, devils also have their own social class and social structure, and big devils also have their own ladies." The bald singer smiled strangely: "Our dear big lord not only wants to get something for his wife, but also wants to get something for his wife." Thinking about sending it to the sixth floor, and presenting a batch of goods to our Mrs. Gracia."

"Mrs. Gracia even yelled that whoever can get a batch of silver lotion can be promoted."

"So, I'm here, do you have any stock? I need it urgently, and the price is negotiable." The bald singer's eyes lit up: "If possible, I am willing to sign a formal trade agreement with you, and you can give me the general agent of hell , I can offer a higher purchase price than Mortal World."

"Some time ago, the change of the lord of Avernas was good news for us. The new lord was even more stupid than the previous Bayer. She didn't understand the importance of trade, and her energy was devoted to bloody battles."

"We can even sell things to the abyss and other crystal wall systems, red shroud? Meikanshut? Sigil City? I can't wait."

In the amber eyes of the bald singer, only money symbols remain, fanatical and cruel.

He is such a greedy man.

"You really look like a businessman, Mr. Singer." Aaron thought about how I met such a strange devil. He thought about it, and felt that there seemed to be no reason to refuse, so he took out a few delicate little devils from his body. Fang Box: "I only have these on hand, I'll give them to you first."

"Very good, how much is it?" The bald singer immediately took it and put it in his palm.

"It's free." Aaron smiled.

"Free?!" The hell businessman finally showed a surprised expression.

"Yes, it's free." Aaron nodded, and he said flatly, "Take this back to hell and prove to those big devils that only you have the ability to get this. This is just a trial product, free trial."

The bald singer immediately understood Aaron's thoughts, he immediately put the small box into his arms, and praised sincerely: "Your Excellency, you are really a business genius, knowing that free is often the most expensive, but are you sure? These small square boxes are also very valuable, do you really want to give them to me for free?"

"Making the right friends is far better than instant wealth." Aaron repeated the motto of the devil businessman: "The important thing is not the value of cosmetics, but that you can prove your value to the big devils."

"Correct, monopoly is the best." The bald singer deeply agrees.

The two sides looked at each other and smiled, irresistible.

"Oh, by the way, I need a piece of information about the current status of the Nine Prisons and their respective lords." Aaron took advantage of the situation and put forward his own conditions: "I always need to know the specific situation of my trade partners."

Aaron knew that the information about the bald singer's Nine Prisons would not be completely true, but it could be used as a reference.

"I know, not this time, definitely next time." The bald singer sat down again: "I'll give you two messages as well."

"First, be careful of Bayer. Bayer has some kind of agreement with the son of the Lord of Darkness. I don't know what the agreement is, but Bayer is our common enemy in trade, so be careful."

Baier?The former lord of the first floor of the Nine Prisons?Colluded with Son of God Bane?
Aaron silently kept this news in his heart: "What about the second news?"

"The red-robed mages of Searle will be particularly interested in your 'astral magic'. If the information is true, they will start to act soon." The bald singer said the second message: "To Agora Long's invasion was not smooth, and when they met Simbu, the only thing the red robes could do was lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, they were eager to find a breakthrough."

red robe?Interested in my astral magic?
In Aaron's eyes, the colorful halo of Tzeentch flashed quickly.

so interested?Want to learn so much?

Want to learn?I will teach you, teach you hand in hand.

Just in time, I was still thinking about how to secretly spread Chaos magic into the kingdom by covert means and refuse to take the blame for corruption and mutation.

Isn't this coming?

Tzeentch's divine spark was boiling, and in just a few seconds, Aaron had already turned a lot of ideas in his heart.

very many……

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At the same time, in the manor of the King's Forest, in the luxurious secret room made of antique gold-winged wood furniture and chandeliers.

"Well, they're all cheap souls."

Son of God Bane sat behind his desk, watching the fiend phantom in front of him pick and choose. The continuous screaming of a row of angel heads on his belt disturbed Manakorn.

"Son of Darkness, in our agreement, I told you that we need enough souls, but these are not high-quality souls, they can't be transformed into enough inferior demons, they can only be transformed into soul coins, the real essence of souls is not here .”

The deep hell fiend shook his head: "This is not enough to fulfill the agreement between us."

"Enough, what do you want?" Manacorn said impatiently, "In order to collect souls for you, I almost died on the battlefield!"

"You have your reasons, but what does this have to do with me?" The pit demon didn't care: "More souls, otherwise I and my eight demons will not send a single soldier."

Manacorn was choked up, and God Son Bane opened his mouth, but he had no reason to refute. As the son of Bane, he certainly knows what the devil is like, and the devil doesn't care how you got the soul or how you fulfilled the agreement .

The figure of the pit fiend disappeared, leaving behind Manakorn with an uncertain expression.

Due to his outstanding performance in the Battle of Arabel, Mannacorn also won a third-class merit this time, and received a certificate of thanks written by Ms. Lauer herself, which is regarded as a great deal of prestige and honor.

But after all, it was suppressed by the light of Aaron and others.

Not enough, not far enough!
Son of God Bane clenched the stone of hell in his hand, thinking about a new plan in his mind.

It's time to attack Alice Sale!

Updated, the second update today, ask for tickets~