"Gift?"
Ron didn't understand that a demon actually said he wanted to give him a "gift". This might be even more bizarre than hearing living corpses speaking English, London turning into a popsicle, etc. along the way.
However, now that the scary guy on the throne can communicate normally, Ron no longer dares to think that the other person is just talking nonsense.
So... what exactly is the so-called "gift" that the owner of the living corpse wants to give to him? Is it traceless bewitchment and control? Or endless torture and torture
Ron felt shuddering at the thought of this.
And just when he was secretly frightened in his heart but still trying to remain calm on the outside, he heard the demon on the throne speak again—
"Don't worry, a gift is a gift—I don't know what you were thinking about just now, but I know it's definitely not what you imagined."
The demon sitting firmly on the high steps deep in the hall still had a lazy posture, and there was not much emotion in his hoarse and heavy voice. It just seems to be stating a fact lightly with an indifferent attitude and state of mind, calm but indifferent.
However, even in such a plain expression and posture, there still seems to be a gentle but powerful aura. But perhaps it was because the other party had already taken the initiative to restrain this momentum just now, but at this moment, there was more hidden depth.
At that moment, Ron didn't speak, or he probably didn't know what to say - the other party's strength was obvious, and even if the power of oppression was restrained, the fact of strength would not change at all.
In this situation, Ron felt that whatever he said was meaningless.
However, seeing Ron subconsciously remain silent, the tall demon leaning on the armrest of the throne actually seemed to take the trouble to explain to him:
"According to you humans, shouldn't a 'gift' be something that is given to express the giver's blessings, intentions and friendship to the recipient? I think that boy Deathwind decided to bring you here From the first moment you met me, I already expressed my kindness to you, right?"
Having said this, it slightly raised its non-existent eyebrows, and then said coldly for the first time:
"If that kid forgot to mention it, then—"
"Master, it's unfair! I, I told him! I really said it!"
Before the demon on the throne had finished speaking, Ron only heard a few footsteps behind him, and right after him, he saw the high-level living corpse that had led him all the way, Deathwind, running in with his hands and feet. While shouting loudly, he simply crawled to the floor.
When Ron saw it, he was stunned at first, but then even he didn't expect that he actually looked up at the devil and said:
"He said it, you don't have to blame him... It was me, I just misunderstood."
Emotionally and logically, even if Ron had a kind heart, he should not attack these living corpses, demons, etc. at all. You know, how many people have died at their hands so far!
Regardless of whether they are so-called "natural enemies" or not, at least, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are blood feuds.
However, even Ron himself didn't know what he was thinking just now. He actually took the initiative to try to save this high-level living corpse called "Death Wind" in front of the "master" above.
He himself is still in danger!
"What am I thinking?"
So as soon as he finished speaking, Ron regretted it.
But he didn't expect that when he said this, he would get a slight nod from the person on the throne.
"Really? Since that's the case, let's forget it!" The demon said calmly, but his eyes never fell on his subordinates once. He just continued to look at Ron and waved his hands casually, "But... did I ask you to come in? Get out!"
When it said this, although it had always been looking at Ron, everyone present knew that it was naturally not Ron that the other party was talking about, but the high-level living corpse Death Wind.
The dead wind was quite straightforward. After hearing his master's last words, he immediately turned his head away without saying a word and slipped out again while crawling on the ground.
Ron couldn't help scratching his head as he looked at Deathwind's escape speed which was faster than that of his pet rat Scabbers. It's a pity that he couldn't even laugh at what was supposed to be a somewhat funny scene.
After reluctantly sorting out his thoughts, Ron pursed his lips and boldly continued the topic on his own initiative.
"Powerful... uh... Lord Demon, you just said that you gave me gifts just to express your goodwill and make friends with me. In fact, when Mr. Deathwind 'invited' me just now, I I understand it already." Ron said, "But I want to know... what is your ultimate goal? At least, I don't think I have anything worthy of your friendship."
After hearing what Ron said, the demon immediately shook his head.
"It's not 'you'," it said, "or at least, it's definitely not just you - this gift someone entrusted to me is for everyone who was in your stronghold before, and even for you as a whole human race. You are just a representative chosen by Deathwind."
Isn’t it just for him personally? When Ron heard this, he felt that this gift was a bit ominous... If the gift had been tampered with by the devil and he could not detect it with his own abilities, then he would still dare to take the "gift" back and get it. In front of Hermione and the others
No, of course not! Just his own life is enough to scare him, not to mention the possibility of dragging his good friends and even his family into the water
"I-"
However, after thinking for a while, before Ron could say no, he heard the other party say something, which instantly drowned out his voice.
"Of course, you can completely refuse to accept this gift. After all, I don't want to force you to do anything." The devil still said a little bit, "But, I only hope that you can wait until you see the gift with your own eyes. It's not too late to make your own judgment - believe me, that gift may not be what you like, but it will definitely be something you can't refuse. At the same time, I also want you to understand that this is what I hope I can give you a taste of goodwill... Or you can actually say it is a 'show of goodwill'."
After saying that, the demon seemed to have finally stopped waiting for Ron to speak. He straightened up and clapped his hands together and said:
"Bring it in!"