Come on.
The Demon King held the mirror with one hand and chanted a spell. Sure enough, the mirror began to tremble, and gradually turned into a slow-moving vortex. The Demon King reached in and grabbed something warm.
Human hands, human hands for sure! The Demon King was ecstatic, he really summoned the mage!
He stepped back and retracted his arm, and the human right wrist was caught in his palm and appeared on this side of the mirror.
"Wait! It hurts..." The Demon King heard a voice, it was a male, very young, a little panicked, and it turned out to be... the common language of purgatory
This shows that the person opposite must be a mage! I heard that human mages can speak several languages. The Demon King pulled the arm again, trying to pull the whole person over, but it seems... can't you? He heard a thud, as if someone had slammed into the closed door.
"Don't drag me," said the human opposite, "I can't get through, that's all I can do."
"Why can't you come?" the Demon King asked.
"Are you a... devil?" the human asked.
The Demon King proudly introduced his identity in an aristocratic tone, and then roughly talked about the summoning technique. After listening to the human, he sighed and said, "Then you must know that summoning from another world is prone to problems, and the connection between the Hundred Cave Purgatory and the human plane is too weak... This summoning can only be like this for the time being, I and I You have established a connection there, but I can't get through, and neither can you."
"Then what should I do?" The Demon King was anxious, and unknowingly added a little more strength in his hand. The human let out a cry of pain, and the Demon King lowered his head and found that the white wrist had been pinched with red marks by himself.
"After being locked by the summoning technique, I can't run away," the human mage explained, enduring the pain, "even if I pull my arm back, as long as you reach into the mirror again, you can grab my wrist again... Where, what are you doing. So, can you be gentle? I'm a spellcaster, you must need me to cast spells for you, right? But now you're breaking my hand!"
"How do I know you're not lying?" The Demon King relaxed a little, but still held the human tightly, "I heard that human spellcasters are very cunning, and they will deceive us if they are not careful, or induce us to do things that are not good for us. Your own decision. What if you're lying to me?"
The other party sighed lightly: "There must be a spell book on your side, and there must be relevant details in the book. You have a lot of time in your day, and you must have taken some time out of your busy schedule to cast spells, so you must not have read it carefully, right? If you read it carefully, you will know that I didn't deceive you... I'm not even afraid of death, why are you lying to me?"
The Demon King frowned: "I didn't say I wanted you to die. You are right, I need to ask you for help." He was still worried, so he continued to hold the Mage's hand with one hand, and used the two hands on the other side of his body to I flipped through the book, looking for what the mage said.
He found it soon, although it was too late to read word by word, but the general principle was indeed the same as what the mage said.
The Demon King was very satisfied for the time being, he no longer grasped it hard, and instead held the Mage's hand lightly. The mage did not withdraw his hand, and even moved his fingers, as if exploring the palm of the Demon King.
The Demon King was very satisfied for the time being, he no longer grasped it hard, and instead held the Mage's hand lightly. The mage did not withdraw his hand, and even moved his fingers, as if exploring the palm of the Demon King.
"What are you doing?" the Demon King asked.
"Your hands are very human-like to the touch," the mage went from his thumb to his little finger, and then began to touch his nails and the back of his hand. "The texture of your nails is different from ours... um, don't you have scales?"
"No."
"That means there is no blood of the dragon... How many hands do you have?"
"Four."
"Oh. Four arms, two on the shoulders and two on the back of the shoulder blades?"
"No, two on the shoulders and two on the ribs."
"Walking upright, with two feet? Are the feet animal claws, hoofs, or humanoids?"
"Humanoid" is a common language for human beings, and there is no such word in Baiku Purgatory, but the Demon King can understand it. "According to you, it is humanoid."
The mage sighed clearly: "Ah, I know, you are a burning spirit demon."
"… WTF?"
"Don't mind, this is the name on our side. In short, your race is ancient and powerful, and it is not the largest in physique among many demons, but it is agile and quick-witted. More importantly, like you All kinds of demons are good at manipulating the elements, and they are born excellent warlocks."
"Yes, but I am not a pure sorcerer," said the Demon King. "My enemy is."
"Enemies? That's why you summoned humans?"
"Yes." So the Demon King started talking about the Demon Warlock. As he spoke, he also began to observe human hands. Human hands are small and thin, with slender and slender fingers, with well-defined joints, which look a little weak and weak. They look like the stems and branches of flowers and plants, and most devils can easily break them.
There was a small wound on the human hand, on the edge of the index finger nail, which was too shallow to look like a battle. The Demon King couldn't help but touch the wound, and the human immediately said, "Don't touch my wound. We humans are fragile and timid, and a single wound will kill you."
"How did this happen?" the Demon King asked.
"I'm not careful when doing experiments," the mage said. "It's quite common for mage to have a little accident."
"Then you stretch out another hand, and change the one that isn't hurt."
"I'm human, I only have two hands in total..."
"I know you have two hands," the demon king let go of his hand and allowed the mage to withdraw, "so I asked you to reach out for the other hand. Now it's just your right hand, what about your left?"
"Oh, my left hand is splinted and bandaged, it hurts even more, it's broken."
The Demon King was silent for a while, then asked, "Is it also an experiment?"
"No... I fell down the stairs."
"Is it common for mages to fall down stairs?"
"Not common, only me."
"Then you... can you still cast spells?"
"Most of the spells can be used, and some may be inconvenient... It depends on the specific situation. After all that, what do you want me to do?"
So the demon king continued to introduce the enemy, and then began to introduce the ins and outs of the lost dragon blood gem, as well as the importance of the gem. After listening to it, the mage thought for a while, and said that he hoped to know more about the gem, because he had to thoroughly understand its function before analyzing the possible actions of the enemy.
The Demon King felt that this took too long, and he hoped that the mage could help him do something immediate. The wizard withdrew his hand and told the Demon King to wait a moment. After a while, he stretched his hand back and handed the Demon King a thin silver chain with a crystal ball the size of a pigeon egg hanging from the bottom of the chain.
The mage introduced: "This is a positioning and detection crystal, as long as you are familiar with the thing you want to find, you can use it to track the location of that thing, no matter how it moves, even if you go to another plane, you can't escape. And this spell comes with evasion detection, others won't find you are tracking."
The Demon King took the crystal: "Excellent, I will definitely use it. You said you need to know more about the Dragon's Blood Gem? I can go to the library in the city to get the literature..."
"Don't give me the text," the wizard said. "You... must read it to me."
"Why? Don't you understand our language?"
"It's not a question of understanding, but because..." The mage's tone was hesitant, but it didn't seem like he was lying, "Only magic items can be delivered across planes like this, neither paper nor ordinary books. If I take the books hard , the book may be damaged."
In this way, the only thing he can do is let the Demon King read to him. In fact, the Demon King can also leave this work to his subordinates. After all, studying must take a lot of time, but he is not very willing to let other demons contact this human being.
The Demon King held up the crystal ball and stood up to go to the library. The mage waved to him and stopped him: "Wait a minute, we haven't finished talking yet."
"What else? Haven't you begun your duty to help me?"
"No, not yet," said the mage, "I just agreed to help you and provide you with a little convenience for free. We have to sign a contract before this summoning can take full effect."
The Demon King hurriedly flipped through the book, and as expected, his summoning was not completed at all! If the mage is willing, he can now close the connection with the Baiku Purgatory at any time. Only after the contract is fully signed, the devil can grasp the wrist of the summoned at any time.
This loophole is obviously beneficial to human beings, but human beings take the initiative to bring it up? The Demon King couldn't figure out the reason, and could only think that humans also had plans for purgatory, so he took the initiative to help.
"Okay, then let's complete the contract," the demon king held the human hand again, "the summoned human spellcaster, report the name."
"Alette Hope."
The Demon King repeated the name and added his own name at the end. His real name is a string of complicated purgatory languages, which humans have skillfully repeated, and also add their own name at the end.
"Be summoned by me, make a covenant with me, and be loyal to me until..." The Demon King read out the oath. He wanted to say "until I kill my old enemy and take back the gem", but the human mage suddenly interrupted and continued: "Until I die until."
The Demon King was taken aback: "Are you sick? I haven't seen anyone take the initiative to extend their service period! I don't believe you are so active in helping me. What is your purpose?"
"I don't do it because I'm willing to give," says the mage Arlette