This Lich Needs More Money Chapter 557

Chapter 557 Fate is always on his side

In the hearts of the devils in the second level of hell, the secretary has always been indifferent to emotions and anger. He is more merciful than ordinary devils, but this is just because he does not like to use torture. He prefers straightforward and neat methods. put to death.

No one dared to be rude in front of the clerk. Once a guard of the Iron Fortress yawned in front of this clerk, and his head was thrown into the kennel of the Cerberus that day, and his body was chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs.

But now this **** demon swept away all the information on the table, and the blood from the wound even stained a large area of the table.

"Paruliel, if you want to take revenge, go it alone. I am working for Grand Duke Dispater and I have no time to worry about the past of the mortal era. Salvador? If you don't tell me, I have already forgotten this name."

Paluliel looked into the scribe's eyes and said disdainfully: "You think you are a real **** after gaining the power of hell? That was just a few bones given to you by Dispater. You naively thought Is this your power? You can't even block my detection of your thoughts..."

Paruliel moved closer, her hot breath blowing on the scribe's face.

"I feel that you are scared. Even though you know that that person is right in front of you and that he is inviting us to take revenge, you still don't dare. It seems that you really lost miserably."

Two rays of blood flew out of the scribe's eyes and turned into sharp blades to cut at Paluliel. However, the blow that was enough to tear apart the space was easily dodged by the demonic beauty.

"Hehe, I'm anxious. But I can even sneak into the steel fortress, will your boring sneak attack be useful? Your divine power is borrowed, not mine?"

Paruliel's words were like a knife piercing the scribe's heart, but he couldn't deny it. He didn't even dare to get too excited, but tried to calm down and try not to let his brain produce too many emotions.

Because the secretary knew very well that the demon in front of him relied on the emotions of others as his power.

The more excited you are, the more excited this woman will be.

This is a complete lunatic, and perhaps he shouldn't have had anything to do with her in the first place.

Paluliel also noticed the change in the scribe, and immediately said with disgust: "It's boring, you are such a boring man. Have you really given up completely? You are obviously a god, and he is just a mortal until now. "

The secretary had completely regained his composure and said calmly: "Yes, in that case, why bother with a mortal? How ridiculous would it be for a billionaire to remember that a coin was stolen when he was a child every day? One thing. Paruliel, isn't the reason why you came to me because you don't have the confidence to complete your revenge alone?”

Paruliel frowned, these words also penetrated deeply into his heart, making him very uncomfortable.

The secretary did not continue to taunt, but said lightly: "You and I are no longer mortals, Paluliel, do something consistent with your status. And the goddess of fate has always been on his side. In this regard, you are better than I know better."

"hehe."

Paruliel sneered and turned her palm over to find an extra soul coin.

"You said that the goddess of fate is on his side, then let fate guide me. If the other side is up, I will give up everything and become his servant, and crawl at his feet forever. If the other side is up, I will spend my whole life going. He takes revenge until one of us is dead."

The soul coin rotated flexibly between Paruliel's fingers, and the outline of the wailing soul on it was particularly clear under the firelight. Paluliel played with the soul coin in her hand and asked the clerk: "Salvador, do you also want to take a gamble?"

The secretary said coldly: "Both sides are under your control. Is this a gamble? Besides, it's either a slave or a deadly enemy. I'm not as extreme as you."

With Paruliel's dexterity, let alone a soul coin, even if she throws a hundred soul coins at the same time, whichever side she wants will go up. It has nothing to do with fate. It's just an excuse. Paruliel showed a playful smile and said: "You are right, but why should I take the initiative to control the pros and cons?"

With a flick of Paruliel's thumb, the soul coins flew to the ceiling.

After a crisp collision, the soul coin bounced against the wall next to it, bouncing like this for a dozen times. Finally, when it was on the verge of breaking, the soul coin finally flew back to Paruliel's hand.

　　Paruliel held the soul coin and said to the secretary again: "What, it's not too late to place a bet now."

But the secretary shook his head resolutely and said: "Don't bother me. I have already put aside all my grudges. This is your own obsession. Why bother dragging me down?"

Paruliel said with regret: "What a pity. I originally wanted you to know the outcome of the bet. People who dare not place bets are not qualified to see the final result."

Paruliel used a little force with her palm to crush the soul coin. After a shrill wail, dozens of broken soul fragments flew out and finally dissipated into nothingness.

　　Paruliel's figure also slowly merged into the darkness, and finally disappeared completely.

The secretary looked at the place where the shadow disappeared and couldn't help but be a little curious. Although this bet is not important to Him, if it really comes up tails, will this crazy woman really be willing to be that person's slave?

The moment she grabbed the soul coin again, the woman touched the pattern on it, and she should have known the answer a long time ago. Could it be that she didn't show it because she wanted to default on the bill?

It's really possible, after all, the goddess of fate always stands behind that guy.

The secretary was silent for a long time, and then said to the shadow: "Paruliel, I wish you good luck."

After saying this, the scribe waved his hand, and the scattered documents flew back to their original places. Even the blood stains left by Paruliel disappeared, as if the woman had never appeared.

The shadow left the steel fortress along the way it came, without triggering any alarms this time.

　　After leaving this magnificent fortress, Paruliel reappeared. At this time, she was completely intact, and the wounds on her shoulders that were originally deep and bone-deep had disappeared.

This is the power of gods. It is difficult for ordinary power to cause fatal injuries to gods. The same is true for the god-like power of the Lord of Hell.

　　Paruliel took out an exquisite cosmetic mirror from her arms, opened it with her finger, and the magic mirror interface immediately appeared on the screen. This is the magic mirror that Paruliel refined herself. It looks very delicate, but its function is no different.

Paruliel swiped her fingers on the magic mirror and found that in addition to the functions of depositing and withdrawing soul coins and casting krypton gold, there were several more special icons.

“Is there a new function? This is a three-dimensional map. You can also earn soul coins by completing the map? What is this, paying to access information? And novels?”

Paruliel studied the new function of the magic mirror above, and became fascinated by it accidentally, and almost paid for a certain novel above.

After closing the magic mirror and putting it into another space, Paruliel couldn't help but sigh: "Alsace, you are always so interesting. Why did you insist on going against me in the first place? Now you are still a mortal, And I am already a god, will fate still be on your side this time?"

(End of this chapter)

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