Chapter 147 You Can Call Me Devil!

Tang Sen sat in front of the desk.

He was waiting, waiting for the net to close after a few days of preparation.

Then, his eyes suddenly blurred, the clear desk disappeared, the newspaper on the desk also disappeared, and an illusory mist filled his surroundings.

In the center of the gray-white mist was an ancient high-backed chair, on which sat a mysterious existence whose appearance and figure were unclear.

"The Fool."

Tang Sen could hear his voice echoing in the gray mist.

"Who are you?"

The voice seemed to carry the power of a god, making people feel awe and fear, but Tang Sen's mouth corners slightly raised.

"Mr. Fool." He said slowly:

"So you can call me-"

"Devil!"

Above the gray mist, Klein looked directly at the empty darkness in front of him. The darkness seemed to come from an indescribable depth and could not be peeped into.

Only that slow voice sounded in the darkness.

"Devil?"

Klein couldn't help but clench his fists.

The fifteenth card of the Tarot, the Devil, represents a wrong concept, thinking that there is no choice.

Feeling "this is all I have" or "this is my only choice", and the reversed Devil card represents looking for ways to break free and find a new way out.

Klein couldn't help but wonder if the other party chose this title to imply or mock him for being forced to talk to the devil because he had no choice.

Or, the devil the other party was talking about was not the one in the Tarot card at all, but the devil in the real sense.

With the ability shown by the other party, it is not impossible that the one hiding behind the dark curtain is really a devil.

"What is your purpose?"

Klein tried to concise his words, and never wasted words on other places except for the questions he wanted to know.

"Rather than saying purpose, it's better to say interest." The voice in the darkness was still unhurried, "I am very interested in you, Klein."

Hearing his name from the other party's mouth, Klein's heartbeat quickened for a moment, but he tried to suppress this and not show any strange expression on his face.

The other party did not answer his question directly, and Klein would not just follow the other party's words and lose the right to speak, so he ignored the other party's words and asked again and again.

"What is your purpose?"

"You are afraid." The voice said: "But this is not necessary."

"You can rest assured that I am not interested in your life. If you die, then I will get nothing."

Klein moved slightly and said: "What do you want from me?"

"That depends on what you have."

"I want to get everything, but I will never take it by force, Klein, I like transactions, fair transactions."

"Transaction." Klein chewed on the word.

To his surprise, he thought the other party would be more malicious and more powerful, so that when he was forced to talk to the other party, he would force himself to control himself with certain conditions.

But the other party just said "transaction".

Although he could hear that this word meant putting everything he had on the table as a chip.

"It is a deal only when both parties agree." Klein said, "You gave your bargaining chips without authorization. Those prophecies, and I don't know what I should pay. This cannot be called a deal, let alone a fair deal."

"Those are not bargaining chips, just a gift." The voice's words once again surprised Klein.

He listened to the other party in surprise and continued: "Those prophecies are just advice. They are a means to gain the trust of a high-quality customer and are not part of the deal."

"So, you don't have to pay anything."

Klein had a strange idea.

This devil, his words sounded sincere and reasonable.

But Klein quickly extinguished this idea. He did not allow himself to have such a naive idea. No matter how considerate and polite this devil was, it could not change the other party's malicious intention of breaking into the gray fog with the purpose of taking something from him.

"Then, I want to know how I can escape tomorrow's fate, and what price I have to pay for it?"

Klein asked.

"That depends on how far you want to go." The devil said, "The price of escaping death is not low."

"You can ask the devil to help you completely eliminate the root cause of this disaster, but Klein, dear Mr. Fool, you are too weak now and cannot afford such a price."

"You can ask the devil to save your life and the life of your captain in this disaster, but again, that is too expensive. Even if you pay with your soul, it is a loss-making transaction for me, and it is not fair."

Klein could hear that the other party's tone was very confident. Obviously, it was just a piece of cake for the other party to solve the disaster that had brought him to this point.

He also heard some key words from it, and heard that the other party believed that his future self had enough money to pay the price of asking the other party to help directly.

The devil can see the future, so he. Or He, glimpsed some pictures of his future self? So the other party entered the gray fog and lured him to become His trading partner?

An investment, or a trap?

But anyway, since this devil upholds the principle of "fairness", this is a good thing for him.

"I want to know, in your eyes, what are the chips I hold? What can I get in exchange?" Klein asked.

"Your biggest chip is, of course, the gray fog you own." The devil's tone was greedy: "Unfortunately, I can't tell you what its essence is now, because information is also a bargaining chip for trading."

"I am willing to pay any price to get this gray fog, but unfortunately, you are too weak and have no right to trade it, so I am willing to wait, wait for you to grow up."

The devil said his purpose nakedly.

This made Klein feel more relieved, because the other party's words were not much different from his guess.

It was indeed for the gray fog.

Moreover, the other party knew the truth and nature of the gray fog.

He also knew that he did not completely control the gray fog. No wonder, no wonder the other party's means were relatively gentle, no wonder the other party told him about his death prophecy.

The other party did not want to die, maybe after his death, he would completely lose the qualification to obtain the gray fog.

Klein finally found his greatest support. Although it came from a devil's covetousness for his most precious thing, it at least meant that before he completely controlled the gray fog, the other party could become his helper.

This would be a game, a game at the cost of gray fog. At least now he would be the one who benefited, and the one who could not resist. As for the future, it would depend on his and the devil's means.

"The second bargaining chip you have is the Tarot Club." The devil continued: "Those members you have are not as good as you, but they are still qualified to be one of my clients."

"You want the Tarot Club?" Klein frowned.

"No, of course not." The devil said: "I am just a devil. I am not interested in running a secret society, but if you allow, they can also trade with me, for example, at the weekly Tarot Club."

Klein remained silent. If he was asked to betray other people in the Tarot Club, he would certainly not accept it, but if it was just a transaction, limited to transactions above the gray fog, it was still within his tolerance.

"We need to ask for their opinions," Klein said.

"Of course, this is their freedom. I never force others." The devil said, "The chips I mentioned are just your opinions. If you agree with this, the price of this chip can let you get some information."

"What information?" Klein asked.

"Everything about what will happen tomorrow." The devil said, "This information may not be able to help you escape your fate, but your chips are only enough to exchange for so much."

"It's fair." Klein nodded. In fact, he felt that he had earned it to know what will happen tomorrow in advance.

Only with enough information, his divination can play a role and find that way.

"The third chip you have is everything else you have." The devil said, "Your soul, your body, your knowledge, your ability, your wealth."

Sure enough, everything was placed on the trading table by the devil.

Klein felt a chill. He realized that if he was not careful and rational enough, he would probably be taken away by this devil.

But he still asked, "How much is my soul worth?"

"Seventy-five thousand two hundred gold pounds." The devil paused: "This is the current price."

Klein: "."

Wait.

Gold pounds?

He was a little confused for a moment. Why did he suddenly talk about gold pounds? This doesn't fit with the profound and mysterious atmosphere before, right?

And there are both decimals and whole numbers

But is my soul actually so valuable? This is a huge sum of money!

Enough to make most people sell their souls without hesitation!

"Most ordinary people's souls are only worth a few hundred gold pounds." The devil reminded: "Klein, although I want it now, for the sake of fairness, I still have to remind you that your soul still has a lot of room for price increase. The stronger you are, the more valuable your soul is."

". Thank you." Klein was really a little awkward about talking about how much his soul was worth.

This Mr. Devil really faithfully implements the principle of fairness and will not even conceal some information that is unfavorable to Him.

However, Klein is unlikely to sell his soul.

Well, although that number does sound, it is indeed very tempting.

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