After being stunned for a second or two, the other party immediately reacted and couldn't help but wonder: "It's hard to believe that this was said from the mouth of the American hunter. Oh, by the way, you are not an American, no wonder you are not a American."

"It seems that I have found an alien, Charles, hehe." Crowley asked with interest with his hands in his pockets, "So, what do you want?"

When Charles heard this, he felt quite surprised: "Why do you think I will deal with you?"

"Stop making trouble, handsome guy, no one can use that thing except the devil."

"Can't I keep it for collection?"

This made the other person's face froze. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Charles sighed: "What can you provide?"

"Money? Status? Beauty? Spells and spells? Or are they more talent than ordinary people?" the other party replied: "We have whatever you want."

"I want the whole hell demon, can you give it?" Shire asked seriously.

"Be serious, this joke is not funny."

"It's not funny," answered Charles, then thought for a while, and said, "It's okay to trade, exchange things that I can use for the same value."

"Equal value?" The other party asked strangely after hearing this: "How about equal value?"

"You think it's worth the same as the Hellhound," said Charles. "The Demon Contract can't lie, right? So I believe in your eyes."

"It seems you have some understanding of the trading rules." The middle-aged white man narrowed his eyes and then smiled slightly: "I am very honored to have gained the trust of customers once. So, okay, equal value, no specific requirements? Can you start?"

"Of course." Shire replied.

However, Crowley waited in place for a long time, but did not see any other reaction from the young man, so he sighed: "The deal with the demons is done through kissing. Why, don't you understand?"

"Of course I understand." Shire snorted: "I also know that besides this disgusting method, you can actually sign a written contract."

These words made Crowley stunned, and then shrugged.

"As these days, it's not enough to take advantage of it, hey."

Shaking his head, he took out a scroll from his arms, stretched his hand and a long, text-filled scroll was laid on the ground.

"Okay, let's make provisions one by one. First, Party A and Party B were in November 2005..."

He squatted on the ground and started to chant one by one, with his tone of normality, but looking at the dense words, he obviously had bad intentions.

However, Charles scoffed at this. He glanced at the real eye and didn't have to look closely. Whether there was a trap on it can be seen at a glance.

So he shook his head decisively.

"no."

"What can't do?" Crowley looked up at him strangely, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"You know what can't do."

"How could I know?"

"Of course you know."

"Okay, do you think I know which one?"

Charles didn't slap him anymore, but just sneered in his chest. So after looking at each other for a moment, Crowley sighed helplessly.

"Now, it's really..." As he muttered, he reached out to roll up the scroll and stuffed it into his arms, and the scroll disappeared immediately.

After pondering for a while, he took out the exact same one. He raised his hand and was about to shake it away, but before he could really start, Charles shook his head again.

"no."

"Why can't it work? I haven't..."

"You know why." Charles interrupted him.

"Okay, okay, if not, it won't work." He said in disappointment, and he put the scroll back and took it out again.

"no."

"Maybe you should take a look."

"No need to look at it, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work."

“…Who says the customer is God.”

...

"no."

"no."

"No……"

"Damn it, it's this sentence again. I really met Satan..."

Crowley took back the scroll the nth time, as if annoyed, and took out a new one.

However, Charles shook his head.

They kept taking out new scrolls and were constantly denied. At night, in front of the door of Shire's newly rented house, the two started a strange tug-of-war.

Until the end, the middle-aged white man's eyes were already a little red, and this behavior came to an end for the time being.

After countless repetitions, the spread scroll was much shorter than before. The above terms were clear and there was no pattern decoration. So Charles officially read it this time and signed the scroll very "ready" very.

Seeing this, Crowley's tense face loosened and then began to roll up the scroll without hesitation.

"You are the most cunning bastard I've ever seen! Damn it! Hell! Come deliver the goods tomorrow morning!"

He said angrily while curling, and then before Shire could respond, the middle-aged demon disappeared suddenly.

"Who told you to always play tricks?" Charles raised his eyebrows and responded.

But the deceased contract demon obviously could no longer hear this sentence.

...

The "contract" stipulates that "money" will be handed over tomorrow and the goods will be delivered in the same way. In addition, it also includes that both parties cannot harm each other for a certain period of time.

This is very necessary, because after returning the Hellhound, Charles was not sure whether the other party would turn against him, but in fact, this was proposed by the other party.

"So sometimes you have to pretend."

Muttering, the young man standing in the lawn looked up at the bright and starry sky, then turned to look.

"Is there anything to ask me for?"

This is the second time he said this tonight. The first time was Crowley just now.

And this time, he was barely considered an acquaintance.

"Yes." The other party nodded.

Her beautiful face, graceful figure, and her short black hair look very thick under the moonlight.

It was the female "God of Death" who was hostile to Charles.

The night was shrouded in the darkness, and the other party stood silently not far away, not knowing when it appeared. At this moment, he was looking at him carefully with his deep eyes.

"You guys all like to come and find someone at night?"

"You are strange. I can't get close to you during the day." She frowned, without any greetings, staring at Charles and asked bluntly: "What is the method you used to seal the ghost just now?"

"Why should I tell you?" Shire asked back.

Upon hearing this, the other party said seriously: "I think this is a necessary communication to ease the relationship between us."

"But I didn't want to ease the relationship with you." Charles replied seriously: "You can't just ease it if you say you ease it, right? Then your threats did not count?"

"You..." The female god of death turned black.

Seeing this, Charles curled his lips and then thought: "So, you actually don't know what I did when I was in Philadelphia?"

"You killed someone and disrupted normal order."

"Then what?"

"That's enough." The female god of death stared at him coldly, and her attitude that had just relaxed became very stiff again.

"I'll keep an eye on you."

"Whatever you want." Charles said disrespectfully: "You can tell from your expression now that your speed is definitely not as fast as mine."

The other party's eyes widened when he heard this, and he seemed very angry, but within a while, her face returned to its original state: "It will take a comparison to know."

"Oh?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"A short time later, a large-scale death will occur in a small town in Kansas, and at that time there will be at least a thousand souls."

"So, you want to compete with me?"

"Of course, if you win, I won't be staring at you anymore."

After the words came to an end, the other party turned into gray fog and disappeared without waiting for Charles to respond.

"... Are you showing off and teleport?"

Shire couldn't help rolling his eyes, then touched his chin thoughtfully.

“Mass death?”

"interesting……"
Chapter completed!