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Chapter 92 The Best Banquet Gift
"You said this is a magical prop that can change the appearance of a human body?"

Roy stretched out his hand, took the strange-looking mirror from Earl Edmund's hand, and put it in front of his eyes to observe it curiously.

It squirmed in the palm of the boy like a living thing, and the frame of the mirror changed its appearance under the shaking of the blurred face, which looked a little weird.

"Yes, its title is 'Makeup Artist', and it is a creation of the abyss whose danger level corresponds to the second-level ember."

The middle-aged man with a handsome face carefully observed the boy's expression, and responded respectfully: "Please also be careful, any abyss creation, regardless of its class, usually has certain negative effects when used..."

"Negative effects?" Roy raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he had come into contact with such a magical item since time travel.

After all, the things made by the president of the magical props manufacturing company in my house are not considered magical props. Except for the earphones, all the things made by the giant princess are bombs.

"Any extraordinary power has its price. You must know this most basic rule better than me..."

Edmund nodded, and continued: "The most important thing people should keep in mind about magical props is their strange usage costs. Generally speaking, the higher the rank of the prop, the more terrifying the cost..."

"Secondly, there is the law of mysterious weight. Once you know the functions of these magical props, you will bear the corresponding weight of knowledge. However, this weight is not too much for extraordinary people. As long as you don't absorb too many props too greedily There is nothing wrong with knowledge."

The aristocratic earl answered the question of his "children" tremblingly, not daring to be slighted in his tone.

The pupils of the middle-aged man couldn't hide the deep fear at all, because he saw it with his own eyes...

Thunder, torrential rain, ocean... Those terrifying powers beyond ordinary people's imagination wiped out all the superhumans hired by the Howard family...

After all the rebels disappeared overnight, the city councilor lost all desire to rebel.

Now, Edmund just wants to survive in the hands of this monster who claims to be the Lord of the Abyss.

For this he is willing to give everything, he is willing to sell everything.

Still the same sentence, the Earl surrendered at a speed comparable to France's abandonment of Paris.

The Storm Lord was also very satisfied with the attitude shown by this 'father', and specially signed an entry contract with him. Now, this noble earl has also become one of the workers of the Deep Sea Company.

"It can make people rediscover their childhood learning ability and talent... This mirror is really interesting..."

After hearing the other party's introduction, Roy was obviously interested. The young man flicked the 'Lolita Mirror' in his hand with great interest and continued to ask, "Then what are its negative effects?"

"It will...it will take away most of the remaining lifespan of the user..."

Edmond replied in a low voice: "Although it seems that it will help the user regain their youth, it is short-lived and illusory after all. The appearance created by the 'makeup artist' will be fixed forever, because the user has no time to re-grow... ..."

"It's so terrifying and so evil..." Roy sighed, "Can this kind of thing just appear in this world?"

Compared to an abyss lord like you who crawled out to create conspiracies and disasters, this little prop is like a harmless rabbit...

Edmund secretly slandered in his heart, but of course he didn't dare to show his inner activities.

The count continued: "Generally speaking, these ancient artifacts excavated from the abyss will only be allowed to be brought to the present world for trading after being officially identified by the Artisan Association, but... we nobles generally have special purchase channels .”

"Oh? That means you bought this mirror specially?" Roy laughed.

"No, no, no! Of course I dare not search for magical props without your permission!"

Edmund quickly explained that the Earl sold his 'friend' without batting an eyelid: "The Duke Campbell traded it to me at his family banquet..."

"In order not to arouse suspicion, I can only buy this magical item at that time..." The middle-aged man squeezed out a flattering smile: "You see, I gave it to you as soon as I came back..."

"You did a good job." Roy nodded: "What is Grand Duke Campbell planning to do?"

"Because the grand banquet hosted by His Majesty the King is about to begin, we, as nobles of the kingdom, of course need to make a corresponding statement..."

"And the new king Zecharia X who is about to take over the scepter... um... he is a prince who likes young children very much..."

Edmund smiled bitterly: "Therefore, Grand Duke Campbell intends to use magical props to use his extremely beautiful daughter as a gift from the Campbell family to the new king."

"That prince's hobby is really bad..." Roy frowned: "Is this news accurate?"

"The prince's habit is well known among the nobles, and...as far as I know..." Edmund seemed hesitant: "It is said that after the prince played with those children..."

"What will happen?" Roy continued to ask.

The earl lowered his head and whispered the outrageous fact: "The prince's dinner will have more...delicate cooked meat..."

At this moment, the casual look on the young man's face completely disappeared.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa expressionlessly, as if lost in thought.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged earl immediately closed his mouth, not daring to make any more noise.

The room fell into silence just like that, only the afterglow of the steam fireplace that was about to burn out was still dancing, half of the boy's face was hidden in the shadows, and the sparks of the cigarette in the earl's hand flickered on and off, Just like a man's uneasy state of mind.

But the next moment, an extremely shrill scream came from the mirror in Roy's hand again!
Edmund was terrified. He raised his head and saw the strange face without facial features howling in the mirror in the young man's hand.

It stretched out its hands, beating the surface of the mirror in despair, as if it was experiencing some terrible punishment.

But Roy still didn't open his eyes. The boy continued to play with the mirror in his hand while thinking, as if he didn't hear its screams at all.

So from Edmund's perspective, every time the mirror is turned over in Roy's hands, there will be more cracks on the pale and strange face inside.

The strange and inhuman screams became smaller and smaller, then turned into a weak whine, and finally turned into a dying moan.

click!
The mirror is shattered.

It was crushed alive.

Roy opened his eyes, and asked again: "Earl Edmund, what do you think?"

"He... Grand Duke Campbell is nothing more than a piece of garbage that he discarded and used as props for the purpose of pursuit!"

The middle-aged man hastily responded.

"No, no... I didn't mean that..."

Roy smiled, but the boy's eyes were cold and frightening: "I mean, what are your plans for the gift that our Howard family gave the prince?"

"I...I don't know..." Edmund was at a loss.

"That's it...you don't have to worry anymore, I have already decided this for you just now."

Before the words fell, the boy's figure disappeared, but not long after, the sound of the waves hit the fire, and Roy's figure was once again outlined in front of the earl.

The boy held an exquisite gift box and placed it on the table in front of the two of them.

"What...is it in here..." The middle-aged man stared at the box, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

"Don't you know if you open it?" Roy loosened his shoulders: "This is a gift I specially prepared for the prince."

So the earl stretched out his trembling hand and opened the gift box in front of him. The next moment, Edmund was stunned.

Inside the box were two tiny arms, which seemed to have been picked off from a little boy just now... But the strange thing was that there were tiny golden tentacles wriggling slightly on the cross-sections of these two arms.

"Leader... Your lord... This... This is..." The middle-aged man turned pale and began to speak incoherently.

"These are the immature hands of the Holy Light Bishop of the Steam City, how about it? Look fresh, right?"

Roy closed the gift box again: "Our Howard family's gift cannot be lost to others, right?"

At this moment, he showed a smiling face like a hell devil: "This is the best gift!"

Edmund fell to the ground, trembling all over.

(End of this chapter)