Countless black butterflies formed a pair of huge wings behind the man. The wings quickly flapped twice. He soared into the air, tapped his toes across the windowsill, and then stepped on the invisible stairs in the air, and landed lightly on the bedroom floor step by step, revealing the full picture in front of the witch hunter.

His figure is not tall or strong, and his facial features are extremely mediocre. He has no other characteristics except for the pair of pure black pupils that cannot be found in a slight white pupil.

The dressing is also very popular.

The old yellow coat on the upper body is covered with blue tights underneath. The two shoulder bags crossed on the chest and hung on the left and right waists, which are swollen and bulging. I don’t know what they are full of. The black deerskin short boots under my feet are on the ground. The toe of the shoe is slightly deformed, and there is a circle of yellow mud on the edges of the shoe.

Judging from his appearance alone, he was no different from a wandering businessman. He was dusty and unkempt, and placed in the crowd, like a drop of water melting into the sea, inconspicuous.

But when his eyes swept across Roy's skin, the latter immediately felt a sharp pain of a steel needle pricking. At the same time, it seemed that his clothes were stripped away, and he could no longer hide any secrets in his heart.

The witch hunter gently bit the tip of his tongue. The slight smell of blood brought him back to his senses. Then he was like an explosive cat, bent his spine, tightened his limbs, his toes tightened his toes, and his temples kept beating.

...

"A wonderful afternoon is the best for old friends to meet again." Gonte Odim put his hands on his chest, leaning comfortably by the window, and greeted him.

His voice had a unique tone and rhythm, loud and ups and downs, as if he was reciting ancient poems, full of tension.

But the witch hunter clearly saw a fleeting mercy and shrewdness on his face, like an experienced businessman who was ready to solicit business.

"Who are you, we know?" Roy pretended to know nothing about him, and was even more alert and unconsciously took a step back.

At the same time, he was also a little curious in his eyes. This curiosity was by no means a fraud. He could hardly observe useful information from the other party.

The mysterious man was shrouded in the mist of the abyss.

Gonte Odimu

Age:?(Inadequate perception)

gender:?

Identity: Mirror Master, Glass Boy (a businessman who wanders around and sells mirrors)

?(More information is needed to unlock hidden identity)

property:?

Skill:?

...

"Man, you can call me Odim, Gant Odim, or Master Mirror... Let's relax, I have no malice, I just want to communicate with you in a friendly manner."

The man spread his hands and the smile on his face became gentler. "As for you think I am very obedient, that shouldn't be. Let me remind you... at the Edsberg Herbal Shop, the White Orchard Tavern... and the Chicken Cage Tavern not long ago, we have met... In short, I have also paid a lot of 'something' for your journey."

Roy's eyebrows frowned and recalled for a moment, and then his scalp became numb.

Sure enough, his vague premonition in the white orchard was not groundless. Although Gonte Odim did not appear immediately at that time, he kept observing it secretly.

What made him even more heartbroken was that he had never noticed an abnormality from beginning to end, his perception ability seemed to be malfunctioning, and a small part of his key memories seemed to be sealed by an invisible force and became blurred.

This led to him being kept in the dark for a long time.

"Master Mirror, what's your purpose for keeping track of me?"

"No, no, the word tracking seems too unfriendly..." the man whispered, "It should be called a test. As a particular businessman, I need to carefully select customers."

"customer?"

"You can understand this way that most people, such as these three, are sand in the time hourglass, a weed in the lush vegetation, and lack the value of being paid attention to."

"But you are unique...stowaway, your mind is covered with a veil, you master unique abilities, and you are smart enough!" Master Mirror paused.

"As early as Edsberg, I noticed that the lives that died under your hands lost their souls. This ability has been further verified in Baibaiguoyuan... But what did you do without a contract?

The man closed his five fingers with his right hand, his dark pupils shrank into a slit, and every muscle on his face cheered and encouraged, "Crazy soul, desperate soul, pious soul...the mysterious soul, why not go on the road with me and witness a miracle journey?"

The man suddenly moved his nose and took a deep breath at Roy. At that moment, he was like a cat who smelled the fishy smell. Facing the hungry man with delicious food, he had intoxicated face and a trace of hidden greed flashed in his eyes.

It makes people shudder!

...

Roy's face was as deep as water.

Deprived of souls, stowaways?

Gonte Odim directly revealed his biggest secret in one sentence.

An extreme feeling of discomfort arises naturally.

"So what?" Roy thought, "he showed up to explain, rather than taking it without complaint, there must be some limitation."

"You also took my token," Master Mirror looked at the demon hunter left and right, spread his arms behind him, and took a deep breath. "I know that familiar breath... I also burned to ashes!"

"Token? What's the thing?"

"A book..." the man said bluntly, "a book you took at Amarvit Castle, which humans call "The Book of Skeletons", which is the cargo of another old customer, Jennifer Villes..."

"But you took it, threw it into the fire, and ruined a perfect deal. Let Sir Vilirez take Jennifer."

"The little cutie has lived a wealthy life, no longer easily troubled by illness and hunger, and can probably live for a long time." He paved with a sigh, "and I have suffered a great loss, and the time for getting paid will be delayed by decades."

"But things always have good or bad sides. Your last reckless behavior..." Master Mirror changed his tone and said with some relief, "Let me make up my mind to terminate the inspection in advance and formally develop a high-quality customer as compensation for the damage to the transaction."

His left index finger gently tapped the demon hunter opposite in the air.

Roy shrugged and sighed, "If my things return to the original owner, can you leave immediately, Master Mirror?"

"Witchhunter, if everything in the world was as simple as you thought," the man refused, "that all the war and pain would no longer exist."

"Can you let them go first? This kind of occasion is not suitable for business negotiations. Let's change places." Roy turned his head and glanced at the three people around him, but he still had no breathing or heartbeat, and was in an extremely strange state.

He couldn't help but worry about whether this state would cause irreparable damage to his body if it lasted for too long. He was especially afraid that the mirror master suddenly took out a spoon.

"Don't worry, this is just a trick to keep them in a quiet state for the time being," the mirror master shook his head with his hands on his chest, "When we finish talking about the conditions, we will naturally return to normal."

Is it a trick to stop time?

Roy didn't know whether to smile bitterly or was afraid. The other party's ability to use was so powerful that he could not imagine. If he wanted to deal with him, it would be easier than strangling an ant to death.

But he didn't take action, either he had something to ask for himself or was bound by some rules.

Thinking of this, Roy's tense body suddenly relaxed.

"Don't be in a hurry to trade...Master Mirror, can you answer my question? Obviously, you are neither an ordinary businessman..." Roy looked straight into the other party's dark pupils and guessed, "It is definitely not an ordinary spellcaster. You show much more powerful abilities than a warlock...What kind of life do you belong to? A demon from another world or a god?"

This problem has troubled him for a long time.

When you are still living in another world, you will be filled with your heart.

Although according to various secret legends and research documents, Gonte Odim is a contract demon who incarnates thousands of people, travels through the infinite world, makes contracts, and harvests souls.

But the witch hunter always feels that it is not that simple.

The various abilities it shows have exceeded the rules of the world, and the "demons" in the data cannot be compared with them at all.

Although they are still bound by contract rules, they are undoubtedly higher than most lives, just like a god playing in the world.

Gonte Odim nodded slightly, obviously admiring the relaxed posture of the witch hunter. "Man, vigorous curiosity is the ladder of progress... But I can't give you an answer unless it's taken as a formal transaction...Agree, will I draft the contract now?"

"Don't want to? It doesn't matter. The gods or demons depicted in folk stories have nothing to do with me. You just need to remember my identity as a businessman..." The mirror master said seriously, "Trades are everything to me, more important than life... Although a long life does not mean much to me."

"But you are right, I'm not an ordinary businessman," said the mirror master "moderately", "I have a little more special ability, of course I will not abuse it, and it is usually used to ensure that the transaction goes smoothly, such as in the current situation."

"The range of goods I can provide is a wider range of goods, not only conventional tangible goods, but also intangible and difficult to describe in words. Gonte Odime will tailor-made for every customer to meet their strongest desires."

"For example, this little guy..." Gonte Odim moved his nose again and glanced at the boy sleeping in the bed, but unlike his greed when facing the witch hunter, his expression was mixed with a joy of harvest. "Look, what a pure soul, but unfortunately, it was a pity that he was indulged in nature and was hurt all over his body. So I let him sink into a sweet dream as he wished to escape the painful reality until-"

"Free from the bondage of the flesh."

"I see…"

The mirror master is the culprit that harms Arian.

"But why did you take away his property? Is it a suspicion array?"

"Haha, wouldn't it be fun to look at a group of "big detectives", warlocks, witch doctors, and bounty hunters dizzy and look for clues?" The man laughed happily, "But there are too many idiots, and they didn't find the prompts I left behind, which disappointed my expectations, until you were a little smarter once."

Roy asked,

"Where is the reward? What did Arian promise you? Please take action?"

"Soul, the only currency I accept is the soul... According to the contract, I will take Arian's soul to embark on an interesting journey." Gonte Odim shook his wrist flexibly, and then he pulled out a golden sheepskin handbook from the air, with obscure and difficult words as if it were tadpoles.

Roy took a closer look, and Master Mirror took back the sheepskin handbook cleanly.

"Are you sure you didn't deceive him and make a fraud in the contract?" The witch hunter deliberately made a skeptical gesture.

"No one can break the spirit of the contract, including me." Gonte Odim raised his unshaven chin slightly and said calmly, "All my actions follow the contract: help the child realize his wishes and get paid. Absolutely fair and just, I will wait patiently near the bedroom until he swallows his last breath. He has enough time to 'enjoy' in his dream."

"No, you don't understand what I mean, Odim," said the Witchhunter. "A simple hypnosis is not worth his soul!"

"Everyone has different cognition and values," said the mirror master tit-for-tat. "Arian, a young man who is full of justice and adheres to the virtues of knights, suddenly breaks through the scandal of his loved ones, and his worldview collapses! Even so, he is unwilling to hurt others, but instead redeems himself, find a place that is not disturbed and quiet healing, a wonderful dream. He can ask me for more, but he does not, that's all."

"As for you, Roy," Odim quietly approached the witch hunter and said in a very obscene tone, "If you think that a wish cannot be equivalent to your soul, then I can satisfy your two wishes, or even three wishes... it's okay to write them all into the contract."

"Imagine that I can give you a sword that cuts iron like mud, an endless wine, a horse that is as fast as a wind... infinite wealth, immortality, and even..." Odim paused, "The power of the Snake School..."

"Sorry, Odim, I'm really not interested in using my soul as bargaining chips..." Roy looked straight into the mirror master's dark pupils and shook his head firmly, "I always think that what I strive for with my own abilities truly belongs to me."

"Man, recognize the reality..." Odim's voice became gloomy. "Since you took and burned my "Bone Book", you have entered my deal and you can't get out of it."
To be continued...