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Chapter 147 You Can Call Me The Devil!

Tang Sen sat upright in front of the desk.

He was waiting, waiting for the net to be closed after a few days of gestation.

Then, his eyes suddenly blurred, the clear desk disappeared, and the newspaper on the desk disappeared, and an illusory mist filled his surroundings.

In the center of the gray-white mist was an ancient high-backed chair, on which sat a mysterious being whose face and figure could not be seen clearly.

"The Fool".

Tang Sen could hear his voice echoing in the gray fog.

"who are you?"

This voice seemed to have the power of a god, which made people feel awe and fear, but the corners of Tang Sen's mouth curled up slightly.

"Mr. Fool." He said unhurriedly:
"So you can call me—"

"devil!"

Above the gray mist, Klein stared straight at the emptiness of darkness in front of him. The darkness seemed to come from an indescribable depth, and it was impossible to pry into it.

Only that unhurried voice sounded in the darkness.

"devil?"

Klein couldn't help clenching his fist.

No.15 of the tarot card, the devil card, represents a wrong concept that things have no choice.

Feeling "that's all I have" or "this is my only choice", and the inverted devil card represents looking for a way to break free and find a new way out.

Klein couldn't help guessing whether the other party's choice of this title was implying or mocking himself because he had no choice but to talk to the devil.

Or, the devil mentioned by the other party is not the one in the Tarot card at all, but the devil in the actual sense.

With the ability shown by the other party, it is not impossible that the one hiding behind the dark curtain is really a devil.

"What's your purpose?"

Klein tried his best to simplify his words, and never wasted words on anything other than the questions he wanted to know.

"It's better to talk about interest than purpose." The voice in the darkness was still unhurried, "I'm very interested in you, Klein."

Hearing his name from the other party's mouth made Klein's heart beat faster for a moment, but he tried his best to suppress this, so as not to show any strange expression on his surface.

The other party didn't answer his question directly, and Klein would not just follow the other party's words and make himself lose the right to speak, so he ignored the other party's words and asked again and again.

"What's your purpose?"

"You are afraid," said the voice, "but it is not necessary."

"You can rest assured that I am not interested in your life. If you die, then I will get nothing."

Klein moved slightly, and said, "What do you want from me?"

"That depends on what you have."

"I want to get everything, but I will never take by force, Klein, I like transactions, fair transactions."

"Deal." Klein chewed the word.

To his surprise, he thought that the other party would be more malicious and powerful, and even when he forced himself to have to talk to the other party, he forcibly controlled himself with certain conditions.

But the other party just said "deal".

Although he could hear it, this word meant to put everything on the table as a bargaining chip.

"A deal is what both parties agree on." Klein said, "You gave your bargaining chip... those prophecies without authorization, and I don't know what I should pay. This can't be called a deal, let alone fair. "

"Those aren't chips, they're just greetings." What the voice said was beyond Klein's expectations again.

He was surprised to hear the other party continue: "Those predictions are just advice, and the means to gain the trust of a high-quality client are not part of the transaction."

"So, you don't have to pay anything."

Klein had a weird idea.

The words of this Mr. Devil seem sincere and reasonable.

But Klein quickly smothered this idea. He didn't allow himself to have such a naive idea. No matter how caring and polite the devil was, it still couldn't change the other party's intrusion into the gray fog, and Maliciousness with the intention of taking something away from oneself.

"So, I want to know how I can escape tomorrow's fate, and at what price?"

Klein asked.

"That depends on how much you want to achieve." The devil said: "The price of avoiding death is not low."

"You can ask the devil to help you completely erase the root cause of this disaster, but Klein, dear Mister Fool, you are still too weak to afford such a price."

"You can ask the devil to keep you and your captain's life in this disaster, but again, that's too expensive. Even if you pay for your soul, it's a loss-making deal for me, not worth it. fair."

Klein could tell that the other party's tone was very confident. It was obvious that solving the disaster that brought him a catastrophe was just a matter of effort for the other party.

He also heard some key words from it, and heard that the other party thought that his future self would have enough price to pay the price for directly asking the other party to sell.

The devil can see the future, so, he... or he, glimpsed some pictures of the future self?That's why the other party entered above the gray fog, luring himself to become his trading partner?
An investment, or a trap?
But in any case, since this devil upholds the principle of "fairness", then this is a good thing for him.

"I want to know, in your eyes, what bargaining chips do I hold? And what can I get in exchange for?" Klein asked.

"Your biggest bargaining chip, of course, is this gray fog you own." The devil's tone was greedy: "Unfortunately, I can't tell you what its essence is now, because information is also a bargaining chip .”

"I am willing to pay any price to obtain this gray fog. Unfortunately, you are still too weak to trade it, so I am willing to wait and wait for you to grow up."

The devil speaks nakedly of his purpose.

This, on the contrary, made Klein more at ease, because the other party's words were not much different from his own guess.

Sure enough, it was because of the gray fog.

Moreover, the other party also knew the truth and essence of the gray mist.

I also know that I have not completely controlled the gray mist, no wonder, no wonder the other party's methods are relatively soft, no wonder the other party wants to tell me his death prophecy.

The other party didn't want to die, maybe after his death, he completely lost the qualification to obtain the gray mist.

Klein finally found his greatest support. Although it came from a devil coveting his most precious thing, it at least meant that the other party could become his help before he completely controlled the gray mist.

This will be a game, a game at the cost of the fog, at least the current self will be the one who benefits, and the one who can't resist. As for the future, it depends on the means of oneself and the devil.

"The second bargaining chip you have is the Tarot Club." The devil continued: "Although the members you have are not as high-quality as you, they are still qualified to be one of my customers."

"You want the Tarot Society?" Klein frowned.

"No, of course not." The devil said: "I'm just a devil, and I'm not interested in running a secret association, but if you allow, they can also trade with me, for example, at the weekly Tarot Club."

Klein remained silent. If he was asked to betray other members of the Tarot Society, he would certainly not accept it, but it was only a transaction, and if it was limited to transactions above the gray fog, it was still within his tolerance.

"We need to seek their opinions," Klein said.

"Of course, this is their freedom. I never force others." The devil said: "The bargaining chip I mentioned is just your opinion. If you agree with this, the price of this bargaining chip can allow you to get some information."

"What information?" Klein asked.

"About everything that will happen tomorrow." The devil said: "This information may not be able to free you from your fate, but your bargaining chips are only enough to exchange for so much."

"It's fair." Klein nodded. In fact, he already felt that he had made a profit by being able to know what would happen tomorrow in advance.

As long as enough information is required, his divination will be able to play a role and find that way.

"The third chip you have is everything else you have." The devil said: "Your soul, your body, your knowledge, your ability, your wealth."

Sure enough, everything was put on the trading table by the devil.

Klein felt a chill. He realized that if he was not cautious and rational, he might be taken away by this devil.

But he still asked, "How much is my soul worth?"

"Seventy-five thousand and two hundred gold pounds." The devil paused: "This is the current price."

Klein: "."

and many more.

Gold pound?

He was a little confused for a while, why did he suddenly mention the gold pound?Doesn't this match the profound and mysterious atmosphere before?
And there are zeros and wholes
But is my soul so valuable?This is a huge sum of money!
A huge sum of money that is enough to make most people sell their souls without hesitation!
"Most of the souls of ordinary people are only worth a few hundred gold pounds." The devil reminded: "Klein, although I want it very much now, but out of fairness, I still have to remind you that your soul still has a lot to offer. Valence space, the stronger you are, the more valuable your soul will be."

"...I thank you." Klein was a bit awkward about talking about how much his soul was worth.

This Mr. Devil really faithfully implements the principle of fairness, and will not even conceal some information that is not good for him.

However, it is impossible for Klein to sell his soul.

Well, while that number sounds true, it's heart-warming.

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