Chapter 5 Treatment

Name: Jason Brandon

Race: Humans

Sin value: 45000/45000

Jason looked at his board happily. This time, he got 15000 sin points which were half of the sin points he had accumulated during the past six months.

The system's judgment of sin was quite ambiguous.

He not only needed to do ordinary evil things, such as murder, obscenity, fraud

As long as one did something against the common sense of this world, they would be able to obtain the sin value. The bigger the crime was, the more far-reaching the impact would be, and the more sin value they would get.

To people in this world, blasphemy of the soul was a heinous crime!

Let alone the soul belonged to a duke's daughter.

The wife of Count Minsk.

Jason looked at the satisfied Asmodeus lying on the bed. As soon as she got the soul of Mrs. Count, the smile on her face could not stop.

Beside her, Mrs. Count lying on the bed was extremely peaceful, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

But she would never wake up again.

Her soul had fallen into the hands of the demon, and the transparent shadow was looking at everything in the room with fear.

She had a complicated expression on her face, and her mouth kept opening and closing as if she was cursing something. However, Asmodeus isolated her voice, so that Jason and Count Minsk, who was also in the room, could not hear her voice.

Jason didn't think it was against his conscience. He didn't kill innocent people, but Mrs. Count was not innocent.

"Mr. Brando, what do you think..."

Standing by the door, Count Minsk bowed slightly.

Since Jason was able to enter the bedroom of Mrs. Count, of course, he got the consent of the house owner.

This was not the previous count's mansion, that one had been burnt. This was another house of Count Minsk in the country, which was originally used to raise mistresses.

"Don't worry, Mr. Minsk."

Jason smiled.

Obviously, Count had discovered the trap he had made when he signed the demon contract with Count that day.

The unconditional support of the Minsk clan was not limited to "finance". This rather ambiguous word was actually an agreement that was almost equal to a contract of selling one's life!

If Count hadn't been in a hurry that day and had been given some time to think, he would have found out the lie behind it.

Unfortunately, there was no if

The contract had already been done, and the demon would take his soul away if he broke the contract. The count had no choice but to accept it.

Maybe it would cause misunderstandings, but it didn't matter to Jason. He needed Count Minsk to do something for him to accumulate the sin value quickly.

Otherwise, if he wanted to give full play to the power of Asmodeus, he didn't know how long it would take for him to do these small things on his own

Asmodeus leaned on Jason's back again.

She seemed to like this position more and more.

However, the demon girl was as light as a feather. Apart from the cold and soft touch, Jason was not restricted by her movements. So, he wouldn't stop her from doing so.

He gestured for Count Minsk to take him to see Powell.

This time, he came to the count's house mainly to deal with the aftermath of Powell's matter. Although the root of the disease had been removed, it did not mean that Powell could immediately have sex.

"Mr. Minsk, don't worry too much. Your son's situation is very easy to deal with. You just need to prepare a suitable bed partner for him..."

Jason observed the worried look on the face of Count Minsk.

His son, Powell, seemed to be the lifeblood of Count. As long as it came to matters related to his son, Count, who was a powerful figure in the imperial political circle, would lose his countenance.

What's more, that demon contract was also because of Powell.

"Really?"

There was a hint of surprise in the words of Count Minsk. Although what Jason had done was quite bad, it would be great if Jason could solve his son's disability of giving birth and having sex.

As for the bed partner Jason mentioned?

In the kingdoms where the slave system was not abolished, the nobles like them were not short of females.

"Of course, I'm not kidding."

Jason touched the head of Asmodeus who was lying behind him. The latter squinted as if enjoying it.

There seemed to be some hidden meaning in his words.

When Count Minsk heard this, he couldn't help swallowing, in order to dispel the fear rising in his heart. Only then did he realize how powerful Jason was

Although Count Minsk couldn't see the queen of lust in the middle of the dream, he knew very clearly what was there!

It could suppress marquis-level demons!

Throwing out the contract, which sold souls, the Minsk clan would have to give in even if the young man used force to suppress him!

Count Minsk took a look at Jason, who was smiling. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that Jason's touch just now seemed to remind him and the Minsk family to stop suspecting.

He quickly ordered the servants to call Powell's personal maid here

For the aristocrats, it was known to all that the personal maid was a mistress. These women were responsible for helping solve all the troubles in life, including desire.

The next thing was simple.

After sending the woman into Powell's room, the bored Asmodeus aroused the desire in Powell's heart with a little bit of the power of lust.

Lust was the original sin of all life. Under the power of the king of lust, even if there was a pig in the room, Powell could have sex with it.

The sounds making Count Minsk smile came from the room soon.

In the repentance room of the church, the woman who had taken off her armor was bowing her head and praying. Her long golden hair was hanging down, shining with a holy glimmer.

In the knowledge of holy knights, the demons were the evilest creatures in the world, the root of all disasters, and the beginning of all tragedies.

Some kind of power had distorted her cognition.

After praying, Maya raised her head. The goddess statue in front of her gradually overlapped with the demon girl in her memory.

It seemed that the position of God in her heart was replaced!

Suddenly, Maya picked up a knife and cut herself in the arm. A strong sense of pain pulled her consciousness back from the edge of falling.

She gasped.

Maya's hands were already covered with knife marks. Every time the shadow of Asmodeus appeared in her sight, she could only use this method of forceful stimulation to disperse it.

Since coming back from the count mansion three days ago, this kind of self-injury had been repeated many times.

The church could do nothing about it.

Under the examination of the great divine officer, she was in a normal state. She was neither cursed nor hypnotized.

But her feelings were not lying.

"The death of the knights has left a scar in your heart. You can temporarily remove the position of the head of holy knights and relax. What do you think?"

A heavy male voice came from the church door.

"Sir."

As soon as she turned her head, the fat official slowly walked in.

"Captain Maya."

The great divine officer's face was bloodless, like a seriously ill person who had not eaten for a long time. However, his body was abnormally bloated, so he even needed the help of a nun to move.

"I will pay a visit to the count's mansion. I'm here to inform you."

The great divine officer said slowly.