The term "demon" is used to refer to those who are born after mating with the devil. The blood flowing through their bodies usually comes from their mortal parents, and the other half belongs to the devil. The reason why demons are descendants of demons is that chaotic demons do not have the concept of reproduction at all. No one knows how these demons came into being, and no one has ever explained this to ordinary people. Maybe they don''t know anything about it.


    Relatively speaking, the appearance of the devil is more clear. According to the introduction from God''s residence or ancient books, the devil is generally regarded as the fallen gods and their fallen subordinates. These self indulgent degenerates expand their community by contract and trade, but in some cases where they think it''s worth it, they also have offspring with the mortal race (perhaps as part of the deal). These descendants inherited the appearance of their mortal blood, but they were inevitably cursed by the devil''s blood. They were bound in the body by the ever burning fire net and endured the burning pain day and night.


    The curse crow knew the existence of demons, but he had never seen it. In fact, it may be more difficult to find a living demon than to find a devil. After all, the number of demons is relatively stable, and most of them can''t bear the physical and mental torture and die young. Even if they grow up, it''s easy to suddenly decide to end their lives at some point in time.


    The magician looked at the man in front of him curiously. If he was a demon, his behavior just now made sense. These unclean beings endure great pain, but also have many incredible powers. The display of those powers cannot even be explained by magic. It is a gift from their blood, a gift from the abyss.


    "Greetings from the shadow, grey robed mage." The mob bowed deeply to the curse crow. The grace of his movement was not commensurate with his frightening appearance. The magician stroked his chest with one hand and paid a salute slightly. With the arrogance of the crow, few people could make him do so.


    "I was surprised to see you, dear friend." The magician accentuated the word "friend" and hoped that the other side would show his attitude as soon as possible. Most of them walk on the ground in order to help their parents who are not accepted by the world, the devil''s side, to complete certain things on behalf of them. Curse crows don''t want to be involved in a devil''s calculation. Even from the point of view of the grey robe, this is too dangerous.


    "Oh, don''t be nervous, mage." The demon grinned and touched his hairless head with his left hand. The smooth head of the demon also had red magic lines. But somehow, when the curse crow looks at each other''s teeth because of the smile, he always unconsciously thinks of hyenas in the wilderness and cunning speculators. "Maybe a self introduction will reassure you?" The mob saw the uneasiness of the interlocutor.


    The magician shrugged. He didn''t believe the other side would tell the truth, but there was no harm in listening. At least get to know more about the people in front of you.


    "My name is Carus. As you can see, it''s a demon. " "I know my race has always had a bad reputation in the world, but don''t worry. I am free. "


    "Freedom?" The curse crows have crooked their heads, and the creatures born by the devil have never been associated with this word. Their will is doomed to be controlled by the devil since they were born.


    "Yes. I''ve been rid of my father or mother at an early age, and who knows, the devil doesn''t talk about sex The mob kept a terrifying smile, revealing a sharp canine tooth.


    "Forgive me for being skeptical. How can you be sure you''re out of the devil''s control? I mean, that''s the devil Said the magician, pretending not to believe, that he was gathering information. Hope to let the other party divulge more information, or lie. The curse crow believes that sometimes lies are easier to understand a person than the truth.


    "Oh." Carus sneered. He saw the obvious acting skill of the nun, but he didn''t care. He was very proud to get rid of his demon blood. So he put down his hands and knocked his teeth with his right index finger. "I''m sure I got rid of his control because I ate him."


    "What do you say?" Rao is with grey robe''s insight, the other party''s answer is also too fantastic. "You, the devil who gave birth to you?" The shocked expression on the curse crow''s face is not a fake. Deep down, the magician wanted Carus to tell a lie, but the lie was so absurd that it was totally unconvincing. Unless it''s true.


    "That''s delicious. Can you understand the pleasure of revenge, master?" There was an aftertaste on Carus''s face, and his whisper, with an inexplicable chill, made the curse crow step back. "Don''t be afraid, it was a long time ago. A long time ago, a fearsome warrior has become a big belly aristocrat The devil said, his voice gradually lowered. But the magician listened to him.


    "Are you the companion of the Great Duke of hammer in his adventure?" He asked.


    "Andre, that dwarf''s name, Andre liehammer, doesn''t that sound funny?" Carus grinned slyly. He was always happy to make fun of the Dwarfs'' names. Because of this, the two guys were fighting in the pub at that time.The curse crow chuckled with the mob out of politeness, but Carus''s smile disappeared. Anyone familiar with the ogre knew that his character was as elusive as the flame in his eyes.


    "I think we''ve said enough about me. Let''s get back to business, mage


    "Curse crow, you can call me curse crow." Said the magician humbly. From the identity of Karus, he realized the great value of this demon, if he could use him successfully. Carus''s eyes rolled to show that he had remembered the name of the magician.


    "Well, curse crow. I don''t think you''re going to turn down my advice now, will you? "


    "Of course, I''d love to hear that."


    In this alley, a gray robed mage and a demon descendant are talking in a low voice. No third person knew what they were saying, but judging from the smile that the two people raised unconsciously and whether Carus clapped his hands or not, they were very close to each other. At the end of the conversation, the mob held out his right hand toward the grey robed mage, burning a pale scarlet flame.


    "So, the deal is made?"


    The curse crow nodded and held out his hand in the other''s hand. This is the ritual of the devil, and Carus, the son of the devil, can also use it.


    "Deal set up."


    The scarlet flame extends from the mob''s hand to the magician''s hand, leaving a small symbol on the skin of his wrist artery, which looks like a goat''s skull with both eyes on fire.


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