Hero’s Creed

In the bedroom where the oil lamp is lit, Downton and Homer make the next trip plan.

"Beacon is also to be built, and portals will be constructed so that it will be more convenient to go back in the future," Downton treated the wound and changed the bandage. Several injuries broke up again, and the blood leached out. "My sister should write a reply. Check it out."

　　 "Aren't you worried about those mercenaries who are in trouble with you?" Homer felt Downton was too calm, and never seemed to be afraid.

"They have to beg for life too. How can they protect the caravan and hunt for the money of Warcraft? How can they stay in the morning fog to guard me?" Downton frowned. "The only trouble is Liszt. That guy is the mayor's son." And the rank is higher than mine."

"If the guy pushes his nose to his face, kill him. What's wrong with the mayor's son? The previous master, the king and the duke didn't kill less!" The magic code is domineering, and with its power, it is indeed qualified to say With these words, "You can't embarrass me on the ancient magic code."

"Ok."

　　 The problem must always be faced. Can you hide for a while, can you hide for a lifetime? Besides, Downton never thought of hiding, even if there were sword mountains and fire ahead, he would step on without hesitation.

　　 "Go get the ghoul in that vault first, and then catch a sufficient number of demon servants, then you can go back to the morning fog town." Homer estimated that Jackson was going to be crazy.

　　 This is indeed the case. In the vault, Jackson was sitting on the ground, holding his knees, and was facing a daze facing the vault's heavy steel gate.

　　 There are some scratches and minced meat on it, all of which are left behind. Unfortunately, no matter how crazy it scratches and bumps, it can’t open the locked door.

　　 "Do I want to stay here all my life? Facing a constant wall all day until it becomes a decaying body?"

　　Jackson used to think that the dungeon, which was dominated by silence and grayness, was boring enough, but compared with the vault, it was almost nothing.

During the period of imprisonment, Jackson thought that the cunning man who had used this kind of trick would negotiate with himself, otherwise he would not catch himself alive, but since this time, nothing has happened, which makes it great for judgment. Shaken.

　　 "Yeah, why did he negotiate with an undead creature? He is a paladin, and of course it is necessary to kill and purify evil creatures like me."

　　After realizing this problem, Jackson finally realized what it was like to wait for death, just like an invisible rope around his neck, which was constantly tightening and suffocating.

　　 "Is the life of the vault happy?"

　　 A faint sound suddenly sounded, causing Jackson to jump up and turn around to look around, because of the violent movement, even some of the minced meat on the body was thrown down.

　　 "Where are you?" Jackson wailed, "Please, let me go!"

　　 "Do you think it is possible?" Downton sneered. "I thought you were a smart ghoul. I didn't expect to become stupid in the face of death."

　　 Jackson was silent, and he could not understand the meaning of the other party.

"Can this amplified magic array be strengthened, it speaks so softly." Downton complained that the iron door of the vault was too thick and soundproofed. If Homer was sufficiently erudite, and would also be a sonic amplification magic array, He couldn't even communicate with Jackson.

"Just use it. Too complicated a magic circle will consume more magic stones." Homer looked at the magic circle on the gate and was too lazy to draw another one. This was a waste of time and could not help complaining, "For one Only a ghoul, even if it has some wisdom, is it worth it?"

　　 In the final analysis, Jackson is still not favored by the Grimoire. It is like an abandoned player who can never reap the affirmation and recognition of the coach.

　　 "If you are willing to be my servant, you can be forgiven." Downton offered the price.

　　 "I will, I will serve you all my life, my master!" Jackson was very unruly, his eyes turned, and he didn't even hesitate. He agreed directly, and his humble tone was like a loyal dog.

　　 "Huh, the slogan is pretty good." Downton didn't believe the gibberish. "Did you see the magic circle? There is a contract on it. Sign your real name in the lower right corner."

　　Jackson immediately ran to the open space in the back. It had searched the entire vault before, and had seen this magic circle, but unfortunately there was no magic book, it could not be used at all.

　　 A slightly old piece of parchment lies quietly in the middle of the circle, with a quill pen and a bottle of ink next to it, which Homer sent in.

　　 "What is this written on?" The text is very beautiful, but unfortunately Jackson doesn't know any one, but even if it is a fool, it knows that the content must be very harsh.

"It's a death contract. After signing, your body and soul belong to me." Downton smiled. "As a paladin, honesty is a virtue that should be obeyed, so I tell you, as long as you don't sign, just casually ."

　　Jackson didn't expect Downton to tell that it was a bit unexpected. Even if he was angry, he didn't want to be a slave. He just wanted to growl and roar. As a result, Downton's second sentence directly shut it up.

　　 This cunning ghoul suddenly found that people's allegiance to him was really optional, and the signing was nothing more than a loyal dog.

　　 "Bringing a ghoul out, my pressure is also great." Downton teased.

"Fart, you already have several ghoul demon servants, when I didn't see it!" Jackson desperately wanted to tear off the contract, but he never dared to start, because it knew that once it was done, it would really be forever. Trapped in this vault.

"Different, you are higher than them and need to spend more time to adjust." Downton began to persuade Jackson. "Don't you want to go out to see the outside world and taste the food of the major empires? Even worse, it is better than The **** brain plasma is delicious."

　　 "Don't seduce me, you devil." Jackson covered his ears, but the voice still poured in.

"Are you going to wander in the dungeon for a lifetime? For the sake of thinking about it in the future, I am a paladin with a big magic book. In the future, I will talk about slaughtering dozens of dragons. Don't you want to taste their brains and internal organs? "Tunton looked at the magic flame text displayed by Homer and couldn't help frowning, and made a few lips. "I really want to say that?"

　　 "You already said that." Homer rolled his eyes. For a guy like Jackson, he had to take a strong medicine.

　　 "This is too bragging? There are more than a dozen dragons. I don't change the feces in the adult's nest." Downton couldn't help but slander.

　　 "A little ambition, okay." Mo Dian hit Downton's head, "Wait for the Dragon Slayer, I will take you to the Dragon Realm to kill the dragon."

　　 "Save it, I want to live a few more days." Downton refused.

　　 "Are you a humble paladin? How can you be ashamed than me. If you say these big words, don't you feel blush?" Jackson growled and sneered.

　　 "Give you a minute to consider, and I will leave without signing." Downton couldn't hold his face, and was ridiculed by a ghoul, which was really shameful.

"All take a step back, only sell yourself for ten years, no, twenty years will not work?" Jackson was still thinking about going out, stripping Downton alive, but he understood that once the death contract was signed, don't think about it. Otherwise, the power of the contract will tear it up instantly.

　　 "No choice, life." Downton refused.

　　 "Thirty years, this is already the limit. I estimate that in less than thirty years, I will be used by you." Jackson wailed and cried, "Master, let me go!"

　　 "The acting is good, when I have no money, consider selling you to the circus to make money!" Downton laughed, "Quick sign, don't talk nonsense."

　　 "Oh, there's too little air, I'm dead."

　　Bump, Jackson fell to the floor.

　　 "Go, no matter what it is, go and catch the demon servant." Downton squeezed his throat, learning the sound of Ceres, and then deliberately made the footsteps of leaving.

　　Jackson was so anxious that he jumped up and shouted, "I sign!"

　　 "What are you waiting for?" Downton urged.

　　 "Me, I can't write!" Jackson thought, and thought of an excuse.

　　 "Then you will die!" Tang Zheng has almost lost his patience, how can he spend time with it.

　　 "Okay, don't go, I sign." Jackson admitted.

　　 Jackson held a quill pen, dipped in some ink, and wondered if he was writing a name casually.

　　 "If you write indiscriminately, the contract will not take effect, I know." Downton warned.

"Are you human? Are you a paladin of light and justice? It's the devil at all." Jackson's face was sad and angry, and he wrote the name helplessly, but despite the great strength of anger, he still couldn't pierce the parchment. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Michael Jackson!

When the ugly handwriting was completed, the parchment burned with a bang, the green flame formed a grisly devil's head, muttering obscure language, and then when the ashes fell, it turned into an arrow and shot Into Jackson's eyebrows.

On the forehead, a contract rune appeared.

　　At the same time, a devil head appeared in front of Downton, but the last arrow hit his arm, forming an abstract pattern.

　　 "The contract is completed, open the vault?" Homer asked.

　　 "Master, open the iron door, I'm going to suffocate." Downton hadn't answered yet, Jackson had wailed.

　　 Homer's elemental arm unlocked the magic lock and opened the steel gate.

　　 only had one gap, Jackson could not wait to squeeze it out, and then it saw the man standing not far away.

　　 Two eyes collide in the air.

Although it has been peeped many times, but real close contact, Jackson discovered that the owner is so young, and the appearance is not bad, showing a delicate and elegant atmosphere, but the blood stains and heavy armor on the body, and Let him have an extra blood and toughness.

　　 "At least the long one is okay, although it is not as good as my Jackson, but following me is not a shame!" Jackson thought, self-consolation.

　　 Downton finally saw the cunning ghoul, and before he had looked at it carefully, he heard the arrogant words and almost vomited blood.