His Highness the Son moves the cat online

Hatton didn't know why a stranger suddenly appeared in his city lord's mansion, but at this moment, his whole body was in unbearable pain, and he no longer had the energy to think about other things.

Just when he was about to push away the stranger in front of him and rush out of the city lord's mansion, the stranger who had been silent all this time suddenly raised his finger, and Hatton watched helplessly as the fingertip of the other party touched his forehead , but what followed was that the scorching heat on his body suddenly dissipated.

"This is..." As if being dragged back from hell, Hutton stared blankly at his intact fingers, then raised his head to look at the stranger in front of him and asked, "What happened just now? You What have you done?"

"What did I do? I saved your life." The stranger chuckled, "You were almost burned to death by the holy water. If it wasn't for me, you might have turned into a puddle of blood."

"What did you say..." Hatton asked tremblingly, "I was almost burned to death by holy water? Why?"

"What else could it be, because you...have been corroded by demon energy long ago." The stranger smiled and said, "Did you pick up the things I threw away earlier?"

lost things...

Hutton raised his head abruptly: "That skeletal bone..."

"Oh, it seems so." The stranger tapped his chin in disbelief: "That's my new pet, but it's a pity that it was too pampered to make it through... Now the bones have not fallen."

"Devil Qi..." Hatton sat on the ground as if he was exhausted, and looked at the mysterious man in front of him with a pale face: "Who are you, that bone?"

"Me? It doesn't matter who I am." The mysterious man smiled slightly: "Now you should worry about yourself."

Hatton's eyes fell on the glass shards in front of him. The holy water had seeped into the cracks in the bricks, but the burning sensation still lingered.

"Someone will ask you for holy water soon, but what will you give?" The mysterious man tilted his head and smiled, "Not only will you not be able to give it, but you will... be burned to death."

Hatton choked for breath, his hands trembling involuntarily.

"You will be burned to death slowly. They tied you to a cross and pierced your palms and wrists with steel nails." The mysterious man seemed to be telling a story, telling the cruel truth softly: "You It will be displayed in the square, and other city lords will come to hear the news, and everyone will watch you be burned to death by the flames... a little, a little..."

"No!!!" Hatton curled up covering his head: "This is not true! This cannot happen!"

The mysterious man chuckled: "This is the truth, you are going to die soon."

"No, I don't want to die!" Hutton scratched his face in fear, his fingernails were bloodstained without knowing it, and he stretched out his hand in panic to ask for help from the stranger in front of him: "Help me! Please!" You! As long as you can save me... I will give you whatever you want!"

"... Oh? Save you?" The mysterious man looked down at him: "What good does it do me to save you?"

"I'll give you whatever you want!" Hatton knelt on the ground, "I don't want to die yet...I just became a great magician...I can't die..."

"What I want...Unfortunately, you can't give it." The mysterious man was very disappointed: "However, I want to make a deal with you."

"What..." Hatton raised his head: "...what deal?"

"Do you want to completely control Dorondo?" The mysterious man smiled and said, "Even... the entire continent of Owenla?"

Hatton didn't react for a while, and stayed where he was with his mouth open.

"To put it simply, do you want to be the ruler of the entire continent of Auwenla?" The mysterious man turned sideways, reached out and plucked a delicate rose flower to play with: "You can compete with the Temple of Light."

"I..." Hatton felt like he was dreaming, he shook his head: "This is impossible, I can't do it..."

"You just need to tell me, do you want it or not?" The mysterious man restrained his smile: "The people from the Holy See will come soon, and you have no time to think."

"...Then, what are your conditions?" Hatton is not stupid, he does not believe that good things will happen to him for no reason: "What do you want?"

"Me? I need you to give up your previous beliefs." The mysterious man exerted a little force on his fingers, and the delicate rose flower shattered between his fingers: "In other words, betray the Temple of Light."

Hatton couldn't help shivering.

"You still have half a quarter of an hour to think about it." The mysterious man clapped his palms: "Do you want to be burned to death for public display...or, to become the ruler of the entire Owenla continent?"

"I……"

"Think clearly before you speak." The mysterious man sat gracefully on the stone chair beside him. He raised his legs and looked down at Hatton: "Once you agree to me, you have no room for regret."

Hatton gasped for breath, he felt sweat rolling down from his forehead and hitting the floor in front of him, many things flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally settled on... the time when he became the lord of Dorondo On that day, tens of thousands of people raised their arms and shouted.

"I..." Hatton took a deep breath, and he slammed his forehead on the ground: "I agree with your deal."

He finally gave in, and he made a deal with the demon.

"It's really great." The mysterious man applauded and praised: "As a gift for you, you will immediately become the most powerful person in the Owenla continent, and no one can threaten your status."

"But..." Hatton was confused: "There is also the Magic Association and the Temple of Light..."

"You mean...the branch president and the archbishop?" The mysterious man smiled: "Soon, they will no longer be a threat to you."

Hatton didn't know the meaning hidden in this sentence before, until the archbishop who came to look for the holy water fell in a pool of blood, looking at the sharp knife dripping blood in his hand, the mysterious man's brisk laughter came from Hatton's ear.

"Killing people is actually very simple." The mysterious man was in a good mood: "Although I helped you, but the person... was killed by you yourself."

Hatton stared at the archbishop's body without speaking.

"You personally stabbed the tip of the knife...to his heart." The mysterious man lowered his voice: "It shouldn't be difficult for you to blame the Magic Association, right?"

Hatton raised his head and replied in a hoarse voice: "The Temple of Light has always been at odds with the Magic Association, so it's not difficult to blame it on the Magic Association."

"Excellent." The mysterious man's mood became brighter and brighter: "This way, two hidden dangers can be solved at the same time. Who can beat you among the remaining city masters?"

"Your Excellency is right." Hatton raised the corners of his mouth, his whole face buried in the shadows: "Without the Magic Association and the Temple of Light, the entire Auwenla continent is in my pocket."

"But if you want to rule for a long time, it's not enough just to be a great magician." The mysterious man snapped his fingers: "I got bone bones before, do you still want it?"

Hatton raised his head abruptly, and asked excitedly, "Can you give me that bone?"

"Yes, but we still want to trade." The mysterious man finally said what he wanted in his heart: "I want the magic stones to circulate throughout the Auwenla continent, and all previous spar stones will be destroyed."

"This..." Hatton thought for a while, "Yes, I will find a way."

"This is one of them." The mysterious man waved his fingers, "Second, I need all the income from the Auwenla Continent... Oh, by the way, your ability to collect money is still lacking a lot, I can provide A method for your reference."

"What method..."

"Do you know about 'hunting'?" The mysterious man said with a smile: "If you own something, other people also need it, and you can sell it at a high price. In order to get this thing, they will spare no effort to earn more money , and you, you only need to pinch their fate and wait for them to throw themselves into the trap like a hunter."

"But I don't have anything on hand..."

"You will." The mysterious man lowered his voice: "When everyone is corroded by demon energy, in order to survive, they will only listen to you."

"listen to me……"

"Yes, listen to you." The mysterious man stood up: "There is no magic energy to absorb, and they will die in a short time."

Hatton shuddered suddenly, he looked up at the person in front of him and asked in a trembling voice, "You mean..."

"In order to continue their lives, they must absorb the devilish energy, and this devilish energy... only you, the city lord... can provide it." The mysterious man reached out and touched Hatton's chest: "In this way, their lives will be determined by you." You control it, and you don’t have to worry about the Temple of Light discovering it carefully... because if you want to tell the truth, you are making an enemy of the entire Owenla continent.”

Hatton's legs went limp, and he almost sat on the ground.

"If you don't surrender, there is only death." The mysterious man turned around and said, "You have no other choice."

"I know, I will find a way to control everyone with demon energy..." Hatton said incoherently: "But if the Temple of Light sends people here, then I can't kill them all, can I?"

"You can also let them stay." The mysterious man sneered: "Bright magic is indeed a headache, but ordinary light magic, you can rest assured...it won't hurt you."

"That's good." Hatton wiped the sweat from his brow: "I'm still worried... If the Pope sends out a red-clothed archbishop in a fit of anger, wouldn't we be in danger..."

"The archbishop in red?" The mysterious man sneered, "Let's not say that the Pope will not easily send the archbishop in red. Even if he sends the archbishop in Owenla, so what?"

"Ah?" Hutton's eyes widened: "Your Excellency means..."

"The archbishops in red are strong or weak, and they have different priorities. They have a clear division of labor and will not leave their posts easily." The mysterious man paused when he said this: "Except for one person. We also need to be extremely vigilant if we go to the Alwina continent alone."

"Who?" Hatton asked, "Could it be...the Pope?"

"The Pope? Oh, it's not him." The mysterious man shook his head, as if thinking of something, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "It's the person who has the source of light."

"The source of light..." Hatton chewed these four words in his mouth: "Your Excellency refers to..."

"That's right, the owner of the source of light." The mysterious man chuckled, "That is, His Royal Highness Son of the Temple of Light."