"Have you changed your mind? Are you willing to trade with me?" Gonte Odim stared at the witch hunter with cold eyes, like a spider who had prepared a nest and waited for his prey to fall into the trap.

"I can't sleep or eat when I think about the days ahead." Roy shook his head and said with disgust, "So I want to find a way to get rid of you once and for all--I want to make a bet with you?"

Roy was in a complicated mood when he said this, including the fear of pretending to be calm and the excitement of soaring adrenal glands.

Betting with Master Mirror is like a deal with a devil. No matter how scattered this guy says, how amazing the wish can be realized, it is insignificant compared to the reward he finally takes away - the soul.

What's more, the lady in the lake has given instructions on the mystery of his soul and has even better understood its irreplaceability.

Who knows how the Mirror Master will deal with the soul of the contractor? Devour and absorb, or do it really start a "interesting" trip as he described?

Roy didn't want to try and should have refused decisively.

But Gonte Odim specifically mentioned his friends, family, the old Moore couple far away from Novigre.

He really wanted to ignore it and be free and free, but he couldn't do it. Only the strong could not be bound by them.

Instead of passively escaping and allowing those who care to fall into a huge crisis, it is better to take the initiative.

The loser has nothing, the winner takes all!

"Mirror, Gonte Odym, dare you make a bet with me? If you win, you can take the bet, my soul."

"Wow, bet, challenge? This is the first time in the last thirty years that I have heard of such a request. A kid with a tribute to courage, what are you asking?"

"If I win - first, I need the complete process of the Flying Lion School's witch hunting trial, including the recipe for decorating green grass medicine, mutation and transformation steps, etc. Secondly, give me a set of effective solutions to strengthen the ancient blood in my body."

Roy always had a sense of worry that the power and treasures he directly asked Odim for could be taken back at any time, but if the road to power... if it was made corresponding efforts, it would truly belong to him.

"Wait for a moment." As soon as the words fell, Master Mirror's figure seemed to be smoke blown away by the wind, suddenly disappeared into the air.

Only the light yellow afterimage is left.

Roy's eyes froze and his mouth widened slightly.

What is this situation, instant teleportation?

Two seconds later, he appeared again and smiled apologetically, "I've been waiting for a long time. The ancient blood is a bit troublesome. I spent a lot of effort, but it finally solved it. These two requirements are fine, is there any other one?"

Roy looked at the mirror master's dark pupils, took a deep breath, suppressing his palpitations,

"If I win a game by chance, please leave this world and don't come back, and you can't use any force to erode and touch!"

"Sorry, man!" Gonte Odim suddenly interrupted the witch hunter, and a sarcastic curve curled up the corner of his mouth. "Don't you think the request is too much? I admit that you are a high-quality customer, but not the only choice. This world is full of people driven by desire, and there are countless..."

He mocked, "Give up the whole forest to cut down a tree, pick a flower to give up the whole garden? For a unique soul, I give up countless potential customers and take the risk of self-exile? No way!"

Gonte Odim stretched out his index finger with his right hand and shook it in front of the witch hunter, with a clear attitude of rejection.

"You just said, satisfy all my wishes and repent so quickly?"

"But I have never mentioned that bargaining is not allowed. This is an important process in business negotiations." Gonte Odim explained with serene satisfaction, "You can master the amount of your soul worth. Your requirements have exceeded the maximum chip limit at present, and I cannot make a contract on this."

The witch hunter looked at him silently. After a moment, he saw that the other party was determined, and sighed in his heart, and he retreated to the next best.

"What about this? Master Mirror, I will change the conditions and set a deadline for this exile journey, not forever..." Roy pondered for a moment, "If I win the bet, within a hundred years, you will not make a deal with me, my relatives and friends!"

One hundred years is enough for his relatives to live for a lifetime, and most of the people he knows can't stand that time...

In addition, if he is still alive a hundred years later, he may have grown to be enough to wrestle the mysterious man in front of him.

Gonte Odime rubbed his chin, thought quietly, and did not immediately express his opinion.

"The soul of the witch hunter, plus the soul of Arian..." Master Mirror gently stroked the palm of his left hand with his right hand, and then nodded, "The conditions must be changed... If I lose, I will never take the initiative to contact the person you care about, and these can be written into the agreement. But it is impossible to leave this world."

"As for you, you have ten years of 'rest time'... to avoid harassment from me or other 'businessmen'."

"ten years?"

Roy rubbed his temples and fell into deep thought. He took all the risks himself. In just ten years, is he enough to grow up to be on par with Gonte Odim?

But the people he values ​​are finally far away from fatal temptations.

"I have an additional condition..."

"The witch hunter, the business should not be negotiated like this!"

"My soul is so cheap? Besides, you said that bargaining is an important process for business negotiations." Roy insisted, "I took a step back. Now it's your turn to compromise, Odim, otherwise all the previous negotiations will be invalid!"

"Then let's talk about it, but be careful, you should have an appropriate standard in your heart," the mirror master compromised, "Don't cross too many standards."

Roy glanced at the boy on the bed and said, "Rit and Arian, if you lose the bet, you must give up the child's contract before leaving this world and let him return to normal."

"As you wish, 'good guy'."

Odim nodded with satisfaction, his smile became brighter, "Now we have basically reached a consensus. Let's talk about it, what are you going to play with me, Gent?"

"No, I'm going to have a challenge. You should understand during this period of observation that I'm good at completing various difficult commissions and tasks. Please assign tasks to me." Roy tried his best to restrain his trembling voice. "Of course, your mission cannot be beyond my ability... You can't let a trout swim in the flames, or let me dive into the deep sea to hunt whales, fly into the sky and pick the stars and moons, and you must ensure the possibility of completing the mission!"

"You have so many requests..." The man lowered his face and thought for a while, "But I promise you, after all, the challenge of doomed failure is too boring..."

"Now, make a contract..." Odim waved at the witch hunter casually, and a golden flame suddenly ignited in the air, and a piece of yellow parchment came out and fell lightly into Roy's palm.

At the same time, the mirror master slowly hooked his fingers, and rows of clear handwriting gradually appeared on the parchment paper as he moved. All the details about the bet were written in four different words, including ancient languages, common words in the Northland, and words that the witch hunter had never learned.

It's amazing. He doesn't know every word, but he can understand it in one sentence.

"Devil, or God's words?"

Finally, there are also words that Roy is extremely familiar with, from another world - Chinese characters.

What does this mean?

This contract at the cost of the soul.

"Have you had an insight into my nature?"

"Friendly reminder, take a closer look, the witch hunter, don't let a word go, lest you regret it afterwards and tarnish a wonderful deal."

Roy repeatedly checked the contract content several times, but did not even let go of the notes. He confirmed that there were no loopholes that could be exploited. Then he signed the name according to Odim's guidance, bite the skin of his finger and pressed a bloody fingerprint.

After doing all this, he had a wonderful connection with the parchment, as if an extremely important part of his body was detained in it.

Then, Odim hooked his hand, and the whole contract flew into his hand and rolled it into a tube, which was collected in person.

"I can't keep one? You don't need to sign it?"

"The only contract is this, and Gonte Odim is a contract, and he cannot betray himself."

Roy thought, "Don't you have to leave me a mark or something?"

"The contract is effective enough, there is no need to brand it again..." Odim smiled, "You have special hobbies, but I can serve you...or if you win this game and get a 'winner'?"

"No need."

Roy shook his head and put the still Golfen black cat and blood gem in his hood into the bald man's pocket.

"Interesting Transformation and Souls." Odim commented.

Roy was about to say something, but suddenly two crisp slaps in his ears rang out, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell into the darkness of his hands and no fingers—

The sky was spinning, as if it was falling to the bottomless abyss, and it turned around at 360 degrees. A strong dizziness occupied the witch hunter's rationality.

At the same time, the suffocating air flow passed by quickly, and the witch hunter thought of his first experience through the portal.

"It's already started?"

But he didn't have time to think about it. In less than two seconds, the darkness was replaced by glimmer of light, his vision returned to clear light, and his eyes changed another place.

Roy was shocked to find himself sitting on a dirty ground, with a gray night sky above his head, and the faint moonlight shone out a barbaric wasteland, with low shrubs, dry bushes, and rugged rocks everywhere.

"Where did you get me?" Roy screamed at the sky twice, suppressing the dizziness in his mind, and barely standing up.

Gonte Odim's voice came from all directions and gave him an answer.

"If you want to play, let's play..." This voice was like a clown's joke, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement,

"I will come up with a puzzle to solve the puzzle, ‘Catch’ the answer, you and Arian will be free again, and you will not be disturbed by me in the next ten years."

"Can't you unlock it?" Roy slowly turned around and looked around. He had never been to this place before, nor even seen a similar place, but it was undoubtedly bad and brought him great pressure.

"Hahaha," Odim's crazy laughter rang, "Then there's a crazy and interesting journey waiting for the three of us. This is what you proposed by yourself, isn't it?"

"Tell me the puzzle..." The witch hunter exhaled and raised his ears.

"Everything in the world is related to me, but some people are afraid of it." Master Mirror's tone was melodious, as if he was reciting a poem.

"Touching and playing will make you lose your mind, but no attack will hurt me."

"The child is happy when he sees me, the elders are afraid of me, and the girl is blinded."

"You can say, I can say too; but you have voice, and I am silent, and I have only opened and closed my lips."

"Tell me, what am I?"

...

After listening to the riddle, the witch hunter lowered his head, pondered for two seconds, and then curled his lips slightly, "You must lose!"

"Oh, is it? Let's see, confident friend...you have to find me before the sand of the hourglass is flowing."

A small and delicate hourglass fell out of thin air and fell into the palm of the witch hunter. He closed his five fingers and held him in his arms.

"For fairness, I have a small gift for you before the official start. You are in such a bad state now."

After Odim finished speaking, a heat flowed out from the old wound between Roy's right chest and abdomen, as if a massage master was relaxing his muscles and blood circulation for him, so comfortable that he almost hummed.

When the warm current disappeared, the witch hunter touched his ribs and suddenly found that the wound left after fighting with the lady in the forest disappeared, and the broken ribs were healed as before.

He stretched, moved his muscles and made a crisp sound all over his body, then took out the sword belt containing Guweishir and Arondate from the storage space and wrapped it around his back. Then, a voice interrupted and further action was interrupted.

"Since you are ready, start now," Odim smiled heartily, "I have prepared a lot of surprises for you on the journey, enjoy it... By the way, no cheating means are allowed!"
Chapter completed!