Pioneering

Chapter 134 The Devil's Deal

Miller Mr. Miller's home in Ante City, Bestal County, Anto Province, Principality of Ige.

"Hey Shanna, get some firewood in the backyard," Mr. Miller called into the house.

"Stop yelling, Shanna has gone to the store." Mrs. Miller muttered while lighting the stove, "the firewood in the back yard is gone.

You’ve been idle all day lately, and you’ve been instigating this and that. Why don’t you go to the forest and chop some firewood? The new church has announced that there will be no forest land tax in the future, so you might as well chop more firewood and come back to prepare. "

Many major events have happened one after another recently, and Ante City once showed some signs of getting out of control, but before any vicious incident happened, it was strangled in the cradle by these priests of Fortune Church who suddenly appeared.

These priests are a little abnormal in their activeness. Anyway, Mr. Miller's family has never seen such a strange priest.

Although Mr. Miller's family has not been harassed, the business of the miller has been really difficult recently.

The cleansing of the old forces will inevitably make people panic, and the caravans under the old nobles have no military support from the nobles. The difficulty of medium and long-distance cargo transportation has been greatly increased, and it has been hit hard. The business seems to be a little sluggish. Business is also a bit depressed.

On the contrary, Shana's tailor shop used to order all kinds of novel clothes for wealthy merchants and aristocrats. Now it makes missionary uniforms for the priests of the God of Wealth, and the business is quite prosperous.

Thinking of how quickly he had changed from the head of the family, the economic pillar of the family, to an idler complained by his wife, Mr. Miller felt a little depressed, and said angrily:

"Okay, I'll go, I'll just go."

……

In the forest outside Ante City, Mr. Miller frowned, pointed an ax at a big tree and gave two "bang bang" blows.

Apparently, Mr. Miller didn't have a good grasp of the woodcutter's craft. The tree didn't respond much, but his hands hurt from the shock, and he fell down on the grass.

Just as Mr. Miller saw no one around, cursing this and that, venting his grievances, an old man he had never seen approached him.

The old gentleman was dressed in an elegant black tuxedo, with a gold-encrusted single-frame eye, full of elegance and calmness, and stretched out his hand towards Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller thought about being seen just now, and put the old gentleman's hand in embarrassment, stood up vigorously, clapped his hands, and thanked the old man.

The old gentleman had a calm face, chatted with Mr. Miller, and said, "This gentleman doesn't look like he does this kind of wood cutting work."

"Oh, no, I used to..."

Mr. Miller talked to the old man for a while, and he boasted that his small mill was one of the best millers in Ante City, and a flour industry magnate.

"That's such a pity." The old gentleman showed Miller his sympathy and regret at the right time.

"..."

Seeing that Miller's defenses were getting lower and lower after a whirlwind from all over the world, the old gentleman adjusted his single-frame gold glasses and said seductively:

"Mr. Miller, why do you work so hard to chop wood?

Let's make a deal, as long as you promise to give me what you have behind the mill, I'll give you a lot of money and let you live comfortably like a rich man. "

"Isn't that apple tree behind the mill?" thought Mr. Miller.

Thinking that a tree can be exchanged for a large sum of money, Mr. Miller is a little ready to move.

"How much can I exchange for?"

"How about enough gold coins to fill all the boxes in your house?" the old gentleman whispered unhurriedly, as if having a strange attraction, which made Mr. Miller's eyes wander.

"Okay, then it's settled."

"Then, please sign this contract." The old gentleman handed over a piece of parchment and a quill.

When Mr. Miller saw the pen and paper, he was a little wary: "I'm sorry, I can't read."

"It's okay, look at this contract, you can understand it." As he spoke, he forced the contract into Miller's hands.

Miller had no choice but to take a look at it, and was surprised to find that he could really understand the words on it even though he hadn't been to school for a day.

"The contracted party is willing to use the things behind the mill at home to trade with the contracted party for a sum of gold coins that can fill all the boxes and cages in the house at this moment.

Contracting Party: Salt.An.￥#@.……

Contractee:

Black iron calendar 54883 Zoya (solar year)..."

When Mr. Miller saw this miraculous method, his vigilance was greatly enhanced. In his knowledge, only wizards and devils in hell could do this kind of method.

The old gentleman looked at Miller who was hesitant to speak, a gloomy light flashed in his eyes, and the whispering words sounded again:
"Miller, don't you want to regain respect and recognition in front of your family?

Don't you want to live like an aristocrat? ..."

Every time the old gentleman said a word, the hesitation and vigilance in Miller's heart became looser.

"The left and right are just an apple tree, what's the big deal?" Miller thought in a daze.

"Okay, I signed it." Miller said as he pressed his thumb on the ink pad in the old gentleman's hand, and pressed his finger on the position of the contracted party.

"Haha," the old gentleman said sarcastically with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "I will come and take what belongs to me in three days."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

"Hey, where's my money?" Mr. Miller called him anxiously.

"Go home and have a look now." The old gentleman said without looking back, "I promised you, I have done it."

……

Miller Mr. Miller came home in a hurry, and his wife came out to greet him and said:
"Tell me quickly, where did our family's wealth suddenly come from?
All the boxes and cages in the house were filled at once.

No one has been here, what is going on? "

Mr. Miller, the miller, knew that he might have made a deal with some extraordinary beings, so he pretended to be calm and replied, "It was given to me by a stranger I met in the forest.

He only wants what's behind our mill in return.

Let's give him that apple tree. "

"Oh, you," said the wife, terrified, stamping her foot, "that must be the devil! It's a monster!
He doesn't want an apple tree, he wants our daughter Shanna who delivered today and is cleaning the yard behind the mill! "

"What!" Miller was also very frightened, this is his only daughter.

He rushed to the backyard in a panic, and saw Shana who was washing up in the backyard with a rag, and staggered and fell to the ground.

"It's over, it's over..."

Shana hurriedly put down the work in her hand, ran to her father, and was about to help him up, asking, "It's over? Father, what did you say?"

Shanna's gentle words and deeds broke Mr. Miller's last spirit, and she burst into tears: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I really deserve to die..."

(End of this chapter)