Chapter 388 Mammon’s Gamble, Demonic Contract
In the candlelight-swaying study, the flames of the fireplace reflected dancing shadows on the walls, and the crackling sound of firewood made the night seem particularly silent.
Yeats put down his quill and looked carefully at the black cat squatting at the door.
The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere was particularly strange. It seemed that both sides were observing each other, waiting for the other to take the lead in breaking the deadlock.
In the middle of the night, the black cat came to the door and uttered human words.
Seeing such a scene, Yeats was filled with surprise.
It is not surprising at all that cats can speak human language. Whether it is a mage who transforms into a kitten through transformation, or a magical beast who has developed intelligence, they all have the ability to speak.
The bard's high-level spell "Spoken Words" can enable the contacted creature to understand and speak a language mastered by the caster, and can also allow animals to speak.
The strange thing is that the cat can approach quietly without him noticing.
Yeats was secretly vigilant, pondering the meaning of Black Cat's words, and pretended to be calm:
"Lucky Cat? How to attract wealth?"
"As long as you sign a contract with me, you can harvest countless gold and silver jewels, stand on the golden mountain piled with treasures and be superior to others, and use money to buy the loyalty and souls of countless people..."
The black cat's words seemed to have a soul-stirring magic power. Its golden eyes, as clear as amber, were shining with the brilliance of gems at night. Yeats was stunned. He didn't expect that he would To describe the appearance of a cat, "beautiful to the country" is used.
"I will bring you these wealth that can drive countless people crazy. Look, am I a lucky cat?"
The black cat licked its paws gracefully, narrowed its narrow golden eyes, and glanced sideways at Yeats. The gold jewelry on its body jingled, full of nobility.
Yeats's alarm grew stronger.
This fortune-telling is not the lucky cat in the legend of Kyoto Shrine. The image of the left paw raised later became the inspiration for the mascot design, but the literal meaning of "it can bring wealth".
"You mean..." Yeats shook the check in his hand, "You brought me this windfall?"
The black cat jumped onto Yeats's desk with a light leap. It had a slender body, hair as dark as night, and a long tail. It stared straight at Yeats, its vertical pupils flickering slightly, and said:
"As long as you want, I can bring you more treasures, provided that-"
"The premise is to sign a contract with you and become a horse..." Yeats suppressed the line and said with a straight face, "Becoming the devil's lackey?"
The word devil seemed particularly harsh in the silent study.
There was a coquettish glimmer in the black cat's eyes, and his voice became softer and softer, as if the devil was whispering in Yeats's ears:
"Since you have recognized my identity, you should know why I came to you... I admire you and recognize you. Like the gods, I also want you to be my representative in the world, or -"
"Partner." Black Cat changed his title to a more important one.
Yeats naturally guessed the origin of the other party.
First, the ring becomes hot, showing the "luck" of finding a windfall, and then a black cat, covered in gold jewelry like a rich woman, comes to the door, muttering some strange words that "can bring you great wealth."
Combined with the recent movements of Grand Leader Chandler and the suspicious behavior of the sea witch, it is not difficult to deduce that the black cat in front of him is the incarnation of Mammon in the material realm.
Yeats remembered that Mammon can only rely on gold to perform miracles, so the gold jewelry on this cat is the "original body". And this black cat transformed by magic also reveals the devilish nature of being an evil god, which is both noble and noble. mystery.
Yeats was already wary of Mammon and had longed for the [Ring of Mammon] on her body, but what he didn't expect was that Mammon would come to his door, as if he didn't know that he was chosen by many gods. .
"You should know that I am not only the chosen poet blessed by the Muse, but also the newly promoted Moonlight God-chosen..."
Yeats was quite surprised by Mammon's self-recommendation and asked:
"In that case, why do you come here late at night and want to choose me as your so-called partner?"
The black cat shook its tail and replied calmly:
"Because I am not a warlike guy. Rather than arguing, I prefer to use peaceful means to turn enemies into friends... It seems to me that you and your friends have had some disputes with my servants. This It’s not good. I would rather use cooperation to get satisfactory results for both of us.”
The black cat paused and said:
"For example, I helped you obtain the Nibelung Ring, and you lent me the Nibelung Ring so that I could collect ore from the Fire Country to build my palace..."< br>
Yeats's heart skipped a beat.
How did Mammon know that I was looking for the Nibelung Ring?
Did He probe me carefully, or was this just His inference?
Yeats remained calm and asked: "The Ring of the Nibelungs, what is that?"
The black cat stared at Yeats for a long time, half-smiling but not smiling:
"You just need to know that this is a rare treasure. No matter in heaven or hell, everyone wants to get this ring-"
"The way to bring this treasure back to light is to throw the seven demonic ritual tools into the Eternal Fire Crater of the Fire Giant Clan."
"I need that ring, and I also need a collaborator in the material plane. You are the right candidate... After all, you are not afraid of divine conflicts. In other words, even if you get my blessing, there will be no Negative effects, but also real wealth.”
Compared with chaotic evil demons, devils are more inclined to use contracts and strategies to achieve their goals. Mephistopheles in "Faust" belongs to the ranks of devils.
Yeats held his forehead, looked at the black cat close at hand, and said:
"I am the chosen one of the gods, but you want the chosen one to sign a contract with the devil... Do you think this is reasonable?"
Black Cat seemed to have guessed what Yeats would say, and said calmly: "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, and as long as you are willing to cooperate, I will provide you with enough help, for example, let your industry Travel across the entire continent and tell you the location of the treasures in the new continent..."
"In the final analysis, the so-called devil is full of lies. This is just the prejudice of you humans. I have seen most of the humans whose souls were taken away by the devil because they had no spirit of contract, but in the end they attributed the fault to the devil." Black Cat shook his head and said , "The devil only believes in contracts, not lies."
"But you will tamper with the contract." Yeats retorted. "The reason why we can't see the loopholes in the contract is because of our own stupidity, not because we deliberately lied." Black Cat said with an indifferent expression.
Yeats could understand the logic of Mammon, but cooperation with the devil would ultimately lead to death. After all, Faust had already personally confirmed it.
"Leave here, Mammon." Yeats said coldly, "I have no reason to cooperate with you."
Although Yeats chose many gods, he could not talk about his belief in gods. He mainly insisted on "pragmatism".
Whether it's heaven or hell, believe in whichever one is useful. Isn't this a kind of inclusiveness?
As long as the price offered by hell is generous enough, it is not a bad idea to cooperate with the devil while ensuring your own safety.
However, the conditions promised by Mammon were not enough to tempt Yeats.
Although he and Mammon, the demon god of hell, have a common enemy, this does not mean that Mammon is worthy of trust. It is safer to refuse now.
"Then, let's have a bet." Black Cat's eyes glowed brighter.
"Gamble?"
"As long as you win this bet, the ring of wealth in your hand will belong to you, and I will follow you around and serve you as a familiar."
Yeats raised his eyebrows slightly: "If the devil becomes my familiar, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."
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"This is nothing." Black Cat said lightly, "This is just a clone of my consciousness. If this consciousness can help the selection of many gods, it will be an honor for me, Mammon."
Before the devil gets the soul he wants, he is always humble and always takes the initiative to show kindness.
Yeats was not impressed by Mammon's overtures and asked, "What if I lose?"
"If you lose, you have to cooperate with me to collect the parts of the Nibelung Ring, and lend me this ring in the future," Black Cat said.
Based on these words, Yeats deduced that Mammon did not know that he was also collecting Nibelung rings.
Among the seven demonic artifacts, the Blood King Spear is already in his hands. Counting the Ring of Mammon, he only needs to find the remaining five ritual artifacts. Moreover, he and Lilith still have old friends, so it is relatively difficult to obtain the "Demon God of Lust" artifact. Low.
"Sounds like a good condition." Yeats nodded slowly.
"So, what's your answer?"
"I refuse."
Yeats said coldly:
"The thing I hate the most in my life is gambling. Whether it is the devil or an angel, I will not participate in any gambling game you set."
There was a glimmer of interest in the black cat's eyes, and he said:
"Because, with the Sword of Silver, you already have the ability to be the boss, right?"
Yeats was deeply shocked.
The Sword of Silver can be said to be one of his biggest secrets.
How did Mammon know?
Yeats pretended to be calm and his expression remained unchanged.
But Mammon still saw the wavering in his heart and chuckled:
"Lilith and I are friends. I know a lot of things she knows... In the past few hundred years, there have been very few humans who have been recognized by the main artifact. You are one of them. This really makes me admire you."
"There is no need to say polite words." Yeats said, "I have also heard the devil's words."
"Even if you don't cooperate with me, my ring has identified you and will test you - this is the content of the bet."
The black cat said: "If greed cannot shake your mind, then I will recognize you and accompany you as a familiar."
"If you lose, unfortunately, the ring will become your master and lead you to find the Nibelung Ring, until the moment you bring the Nibelung Ring to me."
"What if I throw away this ring?"
"You can't throw it away, because the ring will find its owner...or, in other words, its servant."
As he finished speaking, the black cat in front of him had disappeared. In the silent night, there was only the crackling sound of the fireplace.
Yeats frowned slightly and looked down at the shining golden ring.
Is there any reason why things can’t be thrown away?
What Lord of the Rings?
Yeats stood up and threw the ring out of the window.
After a while, Perun opened the door and walked in, holding the mammon ring in his hand, and said strangely:
"Why did you throw it away? I was still hoping to use it to save Scylla!"
Staring at the slightly flashing runes on the ring, Yeats was convinced that the ring had some ability related to the causal system, and let out a sigh.
"I just want to try out some of its functions..." Yeats was vague and changed the subject, "Are there any movements of Scylla on the coast?"
"This is exactly what I came to you for!"
Perron said seriously: "The tide has risen at night, and the Maelstrom Monster has appeared. The Grand Master of the Knights Templar is fighting with the Maelstrom Monster!"
Yeats frowned.
How could someone seize the advantage of my own prey!
"Let's go, let's go immediately!"
(End of chapter)