Bride of the Great Demon King

Chapter 161 Agreement

"My dear majesty, have you seen it? This is your ideal Forondo. The only king in the north, and even the whole continent will surrender at his feet in a short time. Are you smiling in the kingdom of heaven now? The Necromancer put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and walked out of the royal cemetery without looking back.

……

Seemingly aware of the young man's position in this world, the layers of flames never dared to get too close, and retreated to the side to avoid the young man.

Strange, as if seeing things all the time in this world?

Bailiel kept this doubt in his heart, and casually grabbed a small fire ball that floated over curiously.Sure enough, as long as he controlled it with willpower, the temperature of the flames couldn't really hurt him.The young man smiled slightly, turned around and followed the guidance of the flame color, and walked in the same direction as last time.

If I didn't guess wrong, the power that said to be half of my body should be the sword of the legendary Seraph, and it is also an indispensable sword in the plan of the Bright Temple to get rid of the Great Demon King.

Over the past few days, Bailiel learned from books about the history of the church that a total of twelve sacred objects were divided into two during the last great schism, with half owned by the Church of Light and half owned by the Northern Holy Church.Later, one of the holy artifacts belonging to the Illuminati Church, the purest blue gemstone in the world - the tears of St. Mark was given to the royal family of Jialan as a reward for devout believers.As for the six sacred artifacts belonging to the Northern Light Temple, except for two of them, the key of St. Peter and the brilliance of Saint Andrew, which are enshrined in the Great Cathedral, the other four sacred artifacts that exist in the form of weapons are often Granted to the strongest of the four churches, including the Pope.

In other words, since Camilla took away the glory of St. Andre, if the Holy Church of Light wants to complete the plan to get rid of the Great Demon King, they still lack a holy artifact!

The young man shook his head, feeling that he could not place any hope on the other party's lack of holy artifacts.What he has to do now is to completely seal the Seraph's sword, thereby completely crushing the opponent's plan.

The pale flames attached to that power were far more active than when the boy came last time. They didn't even fear the boy's power, but rushed towards him with claws and teeth.

"I remember I said..."

The boy raised his arms. Fortunately, the weakness of his body didn't seem to affect his power in this world. All the flames were instantly suppressed in the air, and then they were suppressed back bit by bit.

"I am the master of this world!"

The boy's eyes released a dazzling purple light, which suppressed all the surrounding flames to nothingness.

A sword in the shape of a flame is firmly fixed to the ground by thirteen purple chains.

The translucent sword body vibrated slightly, but unfortunately, every time a little flame overflowed from the sword body, it was immediately extinguished by the young man's will.

"What do you want to do to me? Release me! Release me!!!"

Different from the inducing tone last time, today the sword growled angrily at the boy like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Don't worry, I just want to have a good talk with you." The young man sat down on the ground in front of the sword, and caressed the chain on the ground with his fingers consciously or unconsciously.

The chain with the thickness of the little finger is unexpectedly warm and delicate, with tiny magic patterns engraved on it, and it even feels a bit like a piece of exquisite porcelain.One end of the chain is wrapped around the sword body, and the other end is fastened to a ring of the same texture on the ground.

Numerous figures were carved messily on the ground.

"this is……?"

"It's just something to pass the time. I'm calculating a great conjecture." Although the tone was still very unfriendly, probably because few people would ask about a sword's hobby, Seraphim Sword patiently spent It took ten minutes to explain the numbers on the ground.

"So..." Bairiel tilted his head, pointed to the last line of numbers and said, "You still haven't been able to prove it!"

The material of the ground in this world is extremely special, and it seems that it will not be affected by any high temperature. Probably only this sword is willing to spend so much effort to control the flames to carve shallow marks on the ground.

"What do you know? Just give me a little more time..." Bao Jian suddenly stopped, "No! You must release me! Immediately! Immediately!"

"Don't worry, I won't imprison you forever." The blond boy smiled, "Of course I won't release you immediately."

"Humph! I knew it!"

"They say you are the sword of Seraphim, the most powerful weapon in the Garden of Eden?"

The sword vibrated imperceptibly after hearing the boy's words: "Although my achievements as a weapon are far less than my achievements as a mathematician, I am still a household name. The strongest... well, it's nothing."

Although only a few words were exchanged, Bailiel already roughly understood that what Baojian didn't finish speaking should be a true evaluation of his own strength.However, due to the nature of the sword, the words were swallowed back.

"Look, I can't let you out now because they plan to use you..."

"Use me to get rid of the devil of death? Hmph! Don't be surprised. After the seal is loosened, I can occasionally feel the outside world through you. Is there any problem with this plan? Don't you think it is my mission to assassinate the devil? "

The blond boy couldn't help frowning, not sure how much he knew about this difficult sword.

"It's true under normal circumstances. But..." Bairiel showed embarrassment, "Once you appear in the real world, I probably won't be able to continue to be your master. To be held in the hands of those greedy humans to achieve Selfish desires, is it alright?"

"..."

"Is it okay to go from a sword fit only for the strongest angels to the sword of a king of a small human kingdom?"

"..."

"It has been passed down from generation to generation in the hands of human beings, and it is only regarded as a weapon. Since then, your mathematical talent has been buried. Does it really matter?"

"Can't!"

"Look..." The blond boy spread his hands, "We finally reached an agreement on some issues."

"..." The petal-shaped flames on the calyx of the sword hang down slightly, and the sword seems to be in a low mood.

"I can promise you that I will release you as soon as I get to a safe place. I can even recommend you to publishers so that they can print all your mathematical theories into books so that more people can appreciate them." Your talent." Bailie saw a piece of Jiancao trembling slightly after hearing this sentence, "I think, in addition to spending a little more time to perfect the whole conjecture, you also need to think for yourself. A pseudonym. Or do you think it’s okay to just use Seraphim’s Sword as a pseudonym?”

"No, no, I don't want to be thought of as having another identity!" Bao Jian said eagerly, "Let me think about it, this must be a catchy name. Let me think about it..."

"So, we've reached an agreement, haven't we?" the blond boy asked with a smile.

"Well. But only when you are still alive. If you deliberately use death to sever my connection with this world, I will find a way to leave by myself. There is one more thing..."

"Ok?"

"When looking for a publisher, try to find one with greater influence. If I can publish versions in many languages ​​at the same time, I can even reduce the manuscript fee appropriately."

"No problem. I know a friend who has a high influence in the business world. I believe he can give us the best advice." The blond boy is like all profiteers who first give the most attractive promises to customers.

"There is another thing." Bao Jian's voice hesitated.

"Ok?"

"After you let me out, I can have freedom, right?"

"That depends on your performance. I can give you freedom with conditions. Please rest assured that my conditions are absolutely easy for you."

"Okay. We've reached a deal."

I don't know if it was a hallucination, but when Bailiel left the world of flames, he vaguely heard the sword of Seraphim sigh.

"Mr. Sammy, I've found what you want!" Holding a large pile of wicker in his hands, the boy with big flexible eyes shouted as he walked to the most remote tent in the caravan camp. the door.

"Well. Just put it here!" The man was a little absent-minded when he spoke.The black hair that almost reached his calf was casually tied behind his head. Judging from the samurai uniform on his body, he should be a mercenary hired to protect the safety of the caravan.

"Uh..." The boy pursed his lips, and then he felt that he would be very happy to work for this mysterious mercenary even if he didn't get paid, "They say you are stronger than Uncle Hogg, is it true?"

Usually, when looking for mercenaries, caravans like to find a team that has cooperated for many years, and large caravans even have their own exclusive mercenary team.The sudden addition of an independent mercenary halfway made the boy who grew up in the caravan very curious.

"I think you can ask your sister about that."

The black-haired man casually found a stone and sat down, his graceful movements made one feel as if he was sitting on a throne.From his demeanor he was unmistakably born of aristocratic family.This made the young man who was the best at observing words and expressions even more curious.Why would an aristocrat choose such a dangerous profession as a mercenary?Maybe it's a fallen royal family waiting for a chance at revenge?

"Sister Lina never told me the truth! In her opinion, I am 12 years old and I am 11 years old! She has already started to take charge of the family business when she was [-] years old..." The boy said angrily Sitting down beside the man, he asked curiously, "Mr. Sammy, what are you doing?"

The man picked up a wicker, tested its tenacity, then wrapped it around one finger, and then pulled out a second.The boy felt as if he was knitting something.Could it be a small basket for storing hidden weapons?He had seen some mercenaries insert poisoned throwing knives into wide woven rattan belts.

The man's movements were a little jerky at the beginning, but later the slender fingers flew faster and faster, making the young man feel dizzy.

"There. Take it! Your reward."

The man stopped suddenly, and a vivid rabbit made of wicker lay quietly in his palm.

"Ai?"

"Didn't you just want to ask me for a reward?" The man raised his eyebrows.

"Oh..." The boy took the rabbit blankly.

"Go back! I will make up the rest of these slowly, slowly...recalling his every movement..."

There was a bit of sadness in the man's smile.