The long mahogany staircase. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Lars feels like he can’t finish walking up this staircase.

He grabbed the handrail and glanced upward. Since there was no light above, he could only see the surrounding three-story staircase, and it was pitch black as it went up.

The gentleman is up there, go find him yourself.

When Hala said this to him, Lars felt very excited, but he soon realized the seriousness of the matter.

From the outside, although the building looked very tall, it definitely did not have so many floors. Lars remembered that he had walked up at least a dozen flights of stairs, so it stands to reason that he should have reached the top.

But that was not the case. He was still in the endless stairs with no end in sight.

magic.

This mysterious and terrifying thing, he believed, must be caused by magic. Did the Lord of the Earth not want to see him?

Lars gritted his teeth. His legs felt very tired and even started to hurt.

He sat on the stairs and rested for a while, then stood up.

"No! I can't give up."

He encouraged himself, then stood up holding on to the handrail and continued moving forward.

The strange thing is that he thought he would go to the dark stairs, but he found that every time he reached a place where there was almost no light, the lights in front of him suddenly lit up as if sensing his presence.

At first, he was shocked, but he gradually got used to it.

In this way, he kept crawling and crawling on the Internet.

He forgot how long he had been climbing. His legs went from tired to painful, and now they gradually became numb and weak.

No more, I can't go on.

Lars suddenly knelt on the ground and accidentally rolled down. He simply put his elbow on the ground to steady his body.

There was a dull pain all over his body. Lars gasped and climbed up dying. He could hardly stand up, let alone take a step.

"No, I have to continue..."

He felt that his body was out of control, the muscles in his body began to tremble continuously, and his bones were about to fall apart.

Even so, he still did not give up. He lay on the ground, supported the stairs with his wrists, and climbed up bit by bit.

No matter what, he has to see the adult and ask him to save March.

He continued to crawl with all his strength, and his arm was slowly bleeding from the wooden floor, but he didn't care. Compared to the pain that Madge suffered, this pain was nothing!

However, at this moment, he heard the sound of a cane hitting the floor.

Boom~

The next moment, he found himself suddenly in a dark room. He was lying on the ground and could not see anything except his own body.

"anyone there?"

He was a little scared. He couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, south, or even up and down here. He was floating, and his senses suddenly became confused. A nauseating feeling of vomiting came to him, and he held back.

But the fear was beyond his control and he felt suffocated.

"anyone there!?"

He shouted, but there was no echo here. What the hell is this place? Why did he end up in such a place?

Suddenly, a terrifying giant statue appeared in front of him, like a demon, with huge wings, and a face like a devil's mask, full of fangs. In front of it, Lars was as small as an ant.

.

The fear of giant objects is also human nature, and Lars felt very scared.

"Boy, what are you doing here?"

The Colossus suddenly made a sound, and the sound was directly transmitted into Lars's mind, and he felt like his head was going to split.

Is it the owner of this land?

Lars covered his ears, knelt down towards the other party, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Please, save my friend, I really have no choice, please show mercy."

"Oh? Then tell me, why should I help you? Will this be of any benefit to me?"

The statue suddenly said, and Lars' eyes widened when he heard this.

What can I do?

He didn't know, he didn't know what an underage little human could do to a being like him.

Therefore, his answer was silence.

"Hmph, there is no free pie in the world. I advise you to pray to that so-called god, hum."

These words made the young man feel suffocated and desperate. Is this the end?

Lars suddenly clenched his fists and shouted:

"It's useless to pray. There are gods in the world! If there are, then they are a bunch of bastards! What kind of war, what kind of demons, why are gods so powerful but they don't stop this kind of thing from happening?"

He was shaking all over, but he was not afraid, but angry. Thinking of his destroyed home, the dead people, and the cold world, his resentment towards the world suddenly burst out.

"In my opinion, those gods are just watching a show. They don't care about our life or death!"

"Well said!! Hahaha!!"

Suddenly, the statue burst out laughing, and Lars was suddenly stunned.

"Then do you know that the person you are looking for now is a devil."

Hearing this, goosebumps suddenly appeared on Lars' body.

Demon, synonymous with destruction and despair.

How could Lars know that the person he was looking for was actually a demon?

He was mired in fear and suddenly became confused.

"If you can cure Madge's disease, it doesn't matter to me even if you fall into hell. To me, the world without Madge is no different from hell. Therefore, I am willing to dedicate my soul to you, as long as you can cure

Good March’s illness.”

The young man finished speaking calmly, and his calm tone also surprised the Demon King.

"."

A voice came, and Lars suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing by. When he came back to his senses, he appeared in a strange room. There was only one chair in the room, and there was a person sitting on the chair. No, it was a demon.

.

There were terrifying horns on his head, and a half-smiling expression appeared on his cold and handsome face.

Lars swallowed and said, is this demon who looks similar to a human being actually a demon?

Suddenly, a strange flame ignited in front of Lars, and a piece of parchment filled with ancient words appeared in the flames. Lars couldn't understand any of the words on it, but the words gave him a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

The feeling of evil.

He swallowed and sweat broke out on his back.

"Sign this contract and your soul will belong to me."

The devil said.

"But, how can you guarantee that you can cure March's disease?"

Lars lowered his head and asked.

"Unfortunately, I don't need to make any guarantees to you."

"That! That's not fair!"

Lars protested.

The devil's mouth curved slightly, and he smiled coldly, and said: "Of course it's not fair. What is fair in this world? Guarantee? That must be based on the fact that you and I are equal, but now you are just begging me unilaterally."

Suddenly, the devil's eyes turned cold, he looked at Xiang Lars and said, "So, you only have two options: sign or not sign."

Hearing this, Lars' heart sank.

This undoubtedly requires him to gamble and use everything he has to block the future.

No, he can't afford to lose!

Lars thought of something and recalled all the events of the past few days. Stone's group of businessmen joking around the carriage, the empty trading city, Abi who called himself the leader, and this job.

The transportation here is very developed. Even if it is disguised, there is no shortage of coachmen in the Exchange City. However, why should he, an alien human being, be allowed to be a coachman? And why should he be so high-profile?

All kinds of questions made Lars think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had caught some hope.

He raised his head, as if he were on an equal footing with the Demon King, and looked directly into the Demon King's eyes.

"I understand. I want you to cure March's disease first, and then I will sign this contract."

"Oh? Do you want to negotiate terms with me?"

The Demon King asked with some interest.

"right!"
To be continued...