Mamen

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines directly into Charles' room. Charles climbs up from the bed in pain. His body is covered with bloody whips and bloody wounds!

Livier didn't know when to leave, or she had to leave before the servant changed the laundry for Charles.

Since Livier became the storm attendant of the third sequence, she has become more powerful and caused greater damage to Charles!

Livier doesn't have any pity for Charles. After all, in her eyes, Charles is not her brother, but a tool she uses to vent her desires.

However... Livir is not so grumpy as now. It is estimated that she has also encountered a lot of trouble or trouble recently.

Forget it, as long as he can't beat his sister one day, he can't get rid of this hell like torture one day, so he can't make any mistakes in the enlightenment ceremony half a month later.

Not even demons!

He could live in such a complicated family for five years. Naturally, there was also his secret. From the year he crossed over, he received the blessing of an ancient god.

Or the curse of the ancient gods.

In the New Testament, this ancient god is the embodiment of "money", representing endless greed and desire. He is the guardian of many fallen angels. His name is Mamen.

As a dependant of Mamen, he can trade by sacrificing money to Mamen, just as he sacrificed 20 gold coins of all his family before, but only got a defective Mermaid heart.

The only function of this Mermaid heart is to make his skin white, tender and smooth, even more delicate than women.

"Master Charles, this is the ring that master Jack gave you."

Taking the ring from the waiter, Charles glanced at him,

"Jack ask you?"

The waiter bowed his head and said respectfully:

"It's master Jack who asked me to guard the safety of the young master."

The waiter's little finger stretched out. His little finger was very different from ordinary people, just like a withered corpse.

Charles's eyes coagulated and waved his hand randomly:

"Go and help me get a black long windbreaker. There will be a family dinner tonight."

"Yes, master Charles!"

The waiter bowed deeply, picked up his long skirt and left.

Until the waiter's heels could no longer be heard, shire sighed.

Now he knew how important the dagger was. The waiter sent by Jack was an undead in the fifth sequence. If the waiter had evil intentions, he would die by moving his finger.

Jack sent this guy for more than protecting himself. With this guy watching, he can't run away.

"Alas!"

Thinking about later, Charles shook his head and put the ring in his hand on his middle finger. This is a storage ring refined from the third sequence of demon ape bones, which can accommodate a space of ten square meters.

"Gold coin, Warcraft blood, holy spar...."

Charles meditated a little, and the holy spar could help him improve the probability of enlightenment. As for the Warcraft blood and gold coins, he naturally used them to trade with Mamen.

His room is not big, but it is definitely not small. At least it is enough to complete a small altar.

Over the past few years, he has long been familiar with the method of depicting the altar. After all, he has not painted less.

Dip the Warcraft blood in his hand a little bit on his fingers, and shire quickly drew it. He must finish the ceremony quickly during the period when the waiter left, or his secret will be exposed when the waiter comes back.

Slender fingers moved flexibly, and soon he connected the last stroke. Charles quickly got up, took out the dagger in his arms and pierced his fingers, and drops of fresh blood fell on the huge six pointed star array.

At the next moment, the floor with a six pointed star pattern rose and burst into a dazzling red light, which flooded the whole room.

Sudden changes occurred, and Charles's face changed dramatically. He hurriedly covered his eyes, completely unaware of the strange blue light on the bloody dagger.

He didn't know that using the third sequence of Warcraft blood would cause so much noise. The chicken blood and duck blood he used before wouldn't have such a dazzling red light at all, and the people in the castle must have been shocked.

He must finish the deal quickly!

A lazy voice slowly sounded, neither male nor female, neither friendly nor aloof.

"My dear believer, offer your sacrifice and I will realize your wish."

The ring on Charles' hand flashed, and the gold coins in the ring flowed out like a river, but they didn't stay on the ground for a moment, and disappeared one after another.

Soon one hundred thousand gold coins were emptied and taken away by Mamen.

It seemed that she was very satisfied with the sacrifice of 100000 gold coins, and Mamen's voice softened.

"Say your wishes, my faithful believer!"

"Lord Mamen, I need treasures that can ensure my survival after the enlightenment ceremony!"

Charles put his hands together, pretending to be devout.

"Satisfy you, my faithful believer, please bring me more sacrifices!"

All of a sudden, the entire altar disappeared, and the hexagram star originally painted with Warcraft blood disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared.

"Bang!"

The door of Charles was knocked open, and the waiter's eyes showed a strange green light and rushed in directly.

"Master Charles, are you all right?"

The waiter whispered.

He saw Charles sitting comfortably on the bed at this time, holding a book in his hand, and his noble temperament naturally showed.

Charles wiped the cold sweat on his head without any trace and replied:

"I'm fine, don't worry about me!"

"Oh!"

The green light in the waiter's eyes slowly dissipated. She gently placed the black windbreaker beside Charles, then lifted the skirt and leaned over with a smile, whispering:

"Since the young master is fine, I'll go out first. If something happens, please call me at any time."

"Also, I hope the young master will abide by the agreement between you and master jack, and don't make any small moves, otherwise..."

The waiter blinked green in his pupils, then closed the door and walked out with light steps.

"Bang!"

The door was completely closed, and Charles crept to the side of the door, leaned down, and put his ear on the door. Until he was sure that there was no sound outside, he took a long breath and sat on the ground.

Almost, almost, this guy was caught. However, he also knew that the waiter didn't go deep into it because of the huge strength gap between himself and her, and felt that he couldn't change anything.

Fortunately, the curtain of his room was pulled at the beginning of the ceremony, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to his family.

Never let his father know that he is involved with the ancient gods. In the eyes of the nobility, it is a shame for the family to believe in the ancient gods. They only believe in their own blood, their own noble blue blood and red blood.

And this... Charles took out a small bottle from under the pillow. There was a drop of black liquid in the bottle. This was what Mamen gave him.

The little bottle was engraved with a small line of demon language:

"Drink it, and the devil's eyes will show you the way."

"Demon..."

Charles opened the cork and drank it in one gulp.

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