Throne of Magical Arcana

"Huh?" Borak looked at the parchment in his hand, and couldn't help but let out a voice of doubt. This magic ritual is too inexplicable, too simple, and too funny, just like a game played by children!

Can this also summon the most powerful devil?

As one of the families with the longest history in the Holy Hiertz Empire, the Plantagenet family has collected a lot of magic information, so that members will not be at a loss when facing magic when they go out on adventures and touring the continent, and there are rumors that their family is The descendants of Thanos, the "Sun King" of the ancient Sylvanus magic empire!

Therefore, even though Borak doesn't know magic or meditation, he still has a basic understanding of magic rituals. He has never seen such an inexplicable ritual process, but amidst the simplicity and humor, it seems that he can vaguely feel that it is difficult to express It seems that there is really an unspeakable mystery hidden behind it.

After being silent for more than ten minutes, Borak talked to himself, as if to cheer himself up: "Anyway, we are ready to sign a contract. It doesn't matter to try this ceremony. If it doesn't work, just treat it as being teased. There is no loss. If it can be summoned, then..."

He clenched his fists tightly again, his expression was quite distorted, and his eyes revealed obvious desire, expectation and tyranny.

He raised his head and saw that the mechanical clock was almost pointing to 11:30. Borak hurriedly left the study to search for white candles, mirrors, apples and knives.

But the more anxious he was, the more troubled things seemed to be. Ten minutes passed before Borak found a mirror and a knife. The white candle and the apple "hid" somewhere.

At this time, Borak regretted that he dismissed all the servants and gave them a day off. How could he, a nobleman, usually look for things himself!

Thinking that he was about to miss midnight, Borak thought about slapping himself. He couldn't wait until midnight tomorrow.

Ten minutes later, Borak was sweating profusely, and finally found a white candle and an apple in the kitchen.

There has never been a moment when Borak loves these two ordinary things so much, and feels joy from the bottom of his heart.

Returning to the study in a hurry, Borak blew out the other candles, leaving only one candlestick in his hand to light for a short time, then drew the curtains, and arranged the mirror, candles, apple and knife.

Looking back at the time, he saw that it was only two minutes before midnight, and Borak quickly brushed off his half-length blond hair, making it disheveled like an evil witch in a bard's story.

After doing all this, Borak sat quietly behind the desk, waiting for the time to come. Suddenly, he remembered something and became anxious: "Will the mechanical clock be inaccurate? Will it miss midnight?"

This old stupid big clock is often slow for a few minutes, and has to be regularly adjusted by a watchmaker, and now there is no standard time to compare!

After taking out his pocket watch and confirming that there was no difference in time, Borak began to doubt the accuracy of his pocket watch again.

Although he knew that twelve o'clock in the middle of the night refers to the period from twelve o'clock in the morning to one o'clock in the morning, not exactly twelve o'clock in the narrow sense, but he couldn't help worrying about this and that, worrying about gains and losses.

The greater the hope, the stronger the tension will naturally be!

The beating sound of the ticking pointer was very obvious in the quiet night, and it seemed to resonate with Borak's heartbeat, making him feel that his heart was about to jump out of his chest crazily, blood was flowing crazily, and his forehead was bulging.

When the low chime of midnight sounded at midnight, Borak's back tensed subconsciously, and he quickly blew out the candlestick, then frantically lit the candle, almost breaking the white candle.

Under the reflection of the mirror, the dim light appeared dim and in a trance, jumping continuously as if hiding countless devils in the shadows.

Coupled with the darkness of the night and the airtightness of the room, the atmosphere immediately became weird and terrifying. Borak shuddered slightly, and some believed that this magic ceremony was not a prank.

Swallowing two mouthfuls of saliva, Borak picked up the blue apple and the knife with slightly trembling hands, and began to peel the apple.

Although he had never peeled fruit by himself, Borak still had the strength of a high-level knight attendant, and his ability to control his hands was not bad. Even if his movements were very clumsy and he almost cut it off a few times, he survived without any danger.

After Borak's shave gradually became smoother, he moved his gaze upwards and looked into the mirror. In the mirror, his face was partially covered by messy hair, and reflected by the dim candlelight, there was a sense of light and dark. , It looks so hideous and weird.

He had never seen himself in such a way before, and Borak couldn't help feeling chills in his heart. The self in the mirror had a strange feeling, as if his soul had fallen into hell!

With a light touch in his hand, Borak looked down, and saw that the apple had been completely peeled, and a circle of curled thin skin twisted and fell on the desk.

"Successful?" Borak raised his head quickly, wanting to see if he had summoned the devil, but in the mirror was only his expectant and hideous self!

Strong disappointment surged, and Borak whispered: "Could it be that I did something wrong?"

Suddenly, a strange cool wind blew up in the airtight room, making the dim yellow light of the white candle tremble. Borak looked at the mirror reflexively, and saw the blond hair and blue eyes. no difference.

Just as he was about to lower his head in frustration, the corner of Borak's mouth in the mirror suddenly evoked a strange smile, and then tore his face, causing the entire face to fall off, revealing blurred flesh and blood.

"Ah!" Facing such a strange and horrifying scene, Borak cried out in fear, and wanted to back away, but found that he was sitting on a chair, and could only lean against the back of the chair tightly.

The fuzzy flesh and blood began to twist and squirm, and turned into a "devil" with a white face and a bright red tongue sticking out:

"Follow your call, I come from the deepest part of hell, please speak your request."

The cold and rigid voice made Borak tremble a few times again, but he also came to his senses because of this, he really summoned the devil! This Inexplicable Magical Ritual Really Works!

"I want to be a knight, no, I want to be a great knight, I want to be the Duke of Plantagenet!" Borak shouted excitedly. At this moment, in his eyes, the ugly and terrifying "devil" opposite is so amiable and respectable!

"The devil's law, if you want to get something, you must pay the same price. Are you ready to pay the price?" The long tongue fell on his chest and waved, the "devil" said with a cold smile .

Just as Borak was about to blurt out that he was ready, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and forcibly stopped: "The price you need to pay for different things is different, right?"

"Of course, I am 'greedy', one of the first and oldest seven devils in hell. You need to pay a price that pleases me for your greed." Said the devil who called himself "greedy".

Although he had never seen a devil like this before, after Borak heard about the first and oldest seven devils, he suddenly remembered that he had seen a volume of legends about the Sun King Thanos in the family secret library. On the side, seven extremely mysterious ancient devils such as greed and hatred were mentioned.

Thinking of this, Borak completely believes in the magic contract: "Dear Lord 'Greedy', what price do I need to pay to become the Duke of Plantagenet? What price does it need to pay to become a great knight? Just become an ordinary knight, but keep What price do you need to pay for the possibility of advancing to the Grand Knight?"

When making a deal with the devil, you must not be deceived. While talking to himself, Borak remembered the note from "Father" - "You must never sell your soul to the devil, and you must never rely on it."

The "greedy" devil smiled lightly: "If you want to become the Duke of Plantagenet, you need to give me your soul after death. Don't worry, you will live forever in my domain and enjoy endless happiness; but to become a great knight, you need Deduct the remaining lifespan after the first fifty years, regardless of whether you can become a sky knight or a golden knight, you can only live to be fifty years old; You trade ten years of life."

Borak took a light breath, hesitating. Selling one's soul and falling into the hell of the greedy devil forever is too terrifying, and it is something he does not want to choose for the time being, especially since his "father" has repeatedly told him not to be deceived by the devil, and if he can only live to be fifty years old, then he will become Great knight, what's the point of competing for the Duke of Plantagenet?

However, the "greedy" devil seems to be different from other devils. It has no tricks at all, conceals the terms, and clearly states the price and consequences.

After struggling for a long time, Borak asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency Greed, after this choice, if I fail to achieve my goal, can I call you again and make a new choice?" He was very afraid that he would make a wrong choice.

"There is no problem, but the price already paid cannot be recovered, which is equivalent to a new transaction." The greedy devil dispelled Borak's doubts.

Borak took a deep breath: "I choose to become an ordinary knight, but retain the possibility of being an advanced knight."

"As you wish, but this requires a slight change in the trajectory of your destiny, so you must tell me completely, the more detailed and comprehensive the things that have happened and encountered in your life, the more advanced knights you have retained may be The bigger it is." The greedy devil saluted like a gentleman.

Borak couldn't wait to become a knight, and he had no doubts about the greedy devil's request. After all, such information might indeed be needed to change fate—from what he knew about astrology, the more he knew about the person being fortuned, the more the result of the divination would be. The more accurate!

"...my first time was seduced by my father's mistress...but she's old now and I'm starting to distance her..."

Borak told many past events, living habits and personality tendencies in his life, whether it was secret or known by many people.

Outside the study room, the secret guards sent by the Plantagenet family looked at the other end of the corridor as if in a daze. According to the rules of the Plantagenet family, the guards cannot interfere with what the heirs do and which path they choose. As long as they can finally complete the test, defeat other heirs, and become the Duke of Plantagenet without betraying their souls and core interests of the family, then even It doesn't matter if it's in collusion with the devil.

"Strength and means are the foundation of everything", this is the motto of the Plantagenet family.

Therefore, the guard watched Borak enter and leave the black market and did not stop him. He just protected his safety and recorded it for the old prince. He helped find the white candle and apple just now and put them in a conspicuous place in the kitchen.

"Why is this magic ceremony so weird and inexplicable?" Not long after the ceremony started, the guard's consciousness gradually became blurred.

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In another room of the villa, Lucien wearing a black hood quietly looked at the mirror in front of him, smiled and listened to Borak's detailed and complete narration.

This is countless times more data than directly reading the memory!

Sometimes, even without magic, you can make the other party willingly tell their clear memories!

As long as the loopholes in the mind can be identified, many "illusions" do not need to be cast directly!

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