"Ha, I found that I have learned a lot of things, as long as I have the opportunity to discover them. Oh, yes, and the soul inside the wall. I have seen at least 13 glowing amber stones."


    He picked up his pickaxe again and was ready to continue digging the wall. Renault hall, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "don''t be excited. Look at which wall the amber stones are on?"


    "It''s all on the wall opposite the throne..." Renault suddenly understood: "the right wall is the soul crystal, the leather bag leading to the world; the left leads to the water cube, where I came from; then the opposite is hell?"


    At present, the throne hall is still a completely closed environment, but outside is the seventh floor of hell. This floor is called maradoni and is dotted with ruins and abandoned cities. Under the blood black sky, the prayers and demons were mining, carving and building new cities for the higher demon Lords. Mines, slag piles, salt canals covered the place like wounds.


    The demons are busy building a new city doomed to destruction. They may not care about what is buried under the ruins, but if they see a newly excavated hole, they will still arouse vigilance and curiosity. The territory of the fork devil cannot be lost, and once discovered by other demons, it must be the result of being occupied and lost. Therefore, the wall can not be excavated indiscriminately, especially enough. Renault must find ways to improve its ability in order to keep its territory.


    He put down his pickaxe and sat back on the throne. "Since there is soul amber in the wall, I don''t worry. If I die, I can dig the wall in time. Fork road demon, if I use soul to strengthen me, what can I do now?"


    The fork devil looked like a miser, obviously he didn''t want to consume "his" soul. However, he could not resist Renault on the throne, so he had to be honest: "enough to shape a little devil body for you, so that you can taste the drink."


    "No, the current soul body can also be used. I don''t want to waste my soul for drinking. Body... I just want to change back to my own." Renault pointed to his head and said, "I want knowledge and learning ability, which can arm my mind and help protect this territory. What can hell give me in this regard?"


    "The contract devil is a very clever devil, and his intelligence can also rank among the top three demons in the whole hell. Of course, this does not include the deep prison refining devil and the Lords of all levels." the man in the mirror revealed the background of the fork Devil: "you can easily improve your thinking ability, and then turn over my memory to increase your knowledge about the devil. This should only consume a little soul power."


    "Thinking ability? That''s good. Now that I have the contract ability of the contract devil, I should be able to obtain the corresponding intelligence. After all, it''s better to be smart, isn''t it?" Renault continued: "The rest of the soul, strengthen my spell ability. After all, I have to change my body. Only the spiritual power is mine. What''s the term? Spell affinity or element affinity? Anyway, it makes it easier for me to use spells."


    "We demons can''t give spells, we can only improve your sensitivity to spells - this will help you." the fork devil said gnashing his teeth: "you can''t spend all your soul. You have to leave some to maintain this territory! Otherwise, I''d rather you completely absorb me than let me see this waste!"


    "That''s cunning," concluded Renault. "I won''t be tempted by you. I won''t completely become you - or, in other words, you become me?"


    Reynolds sobbed silently, but his hands were still steady. He carefully smoothed the ointment on Irene''s wound, and then wrapped it in gauze layer by layer. Then he covered the gauze with two pieces of leather, took the tape and tied them all up.


    Although his movements were very light, he would still touch the wound. As soon as Irene frowned, Reynolds would immediately choke. Therefore, Irene had been trying to control her eyebrows, but they were disobedient!


    "That bastard has gone too far this time!" Gladwell kicked his foot against the wall and rattled the cups and plates on the next shelf. The sound flew out of the kitchen and down the empty corridor to the hall. However, these places were empty and no one would hear his complaint.


    "We can understand all these things. But we are not the tools he used to vent his anger! Today''s thing is completely wrong! We just learned the sixth change of Yan Xing''s Footwork five days ago, which is not what it is today! He remembered wrong, he changed, why did Irene suffer?"


    "Well, it''s not a fatal injury, it will always heal." Irene tried to stop little fat Reynolds from crying. However, his neck was wrapped with bandages and fixed with hard leather, like a sunflower without leaves and a big head. Therefore, her words were not convincing: "it''s wrong not to escape, which is not a problem."


    "What''s not a problem?!" Granville snorted: "Today''s training is Yanxing footwork. Don''t use anything else, and don''t use mistakes. This is to cooperate with the test training, that is, feed and remove the moves! If we are wrong, he will fight, but why is he wrong, or we will be beaten? And the wound is on the neck this time. If it''s deeper, your blood vessels will burst. We''re digging a hole to bury you now! Isn''t that a problem?"


    Irene lowered her eyes and gently bit her lower lip. Silent melancholy hovered between her thin eyebrows, and her blond curly hair was loosely scattered on her shoulders. Because his face is "beautiful", when he looks like this, people will have the illusion that he sees a lovable girl.


    "Don''t... don''t use this expression..." Reynolds stepped back and hurriedly avoided, but his face was red: "I... I''ll have nightmares."


    "Still in the mood!" Gladwell raised his voice. "How many times have I told you not to be a girl? Can''t you remember? Every time you look like this, especially in combat training, you will inevitably make Kelley angry. How many times have you suffered?"


    Irene shook her head: "in fact, no matter what, we will be beaten and injured and can''t hide. Therefore, why should we make ourselves uncomfortable? I''ve seen it."


    "You''re only 13 years old. Don''t tell me what to look at in an adult''s tone! The world is not only training and punishment! You haven''t seen many things, so at least cheer up!"


    Irene looked at her hands folded on her knees with a sad smile. "I''ve never been anywhere else since I remember, either in the fortress or in our folk houses in Jialin village. This is not something I can change!"