In the dimly lit bedroom illuminated by an oil lamp, Tang Don and Holma made plans for their next itinerary.

  "We should also set up a beacon and build a transmission gate, so it will be more convenient to go back later," Tang Dun treated the wound, changed the bandage, and several injuries burst again, with fresh blood seeping out. "My sister should have written a reply letter, I want to take a look."

  "You're not worried about those mercenaries who are looking for trouble?" Holma thought Danton was too calm, as if he had never been afraid.

  "They also have to make a living, protecting merchant teams and hunting monsters for money, how can they always stay in Morning Dew Town to guard me?" Tang Dun frowned, "The only trouble is Lister, that guy is the son of the town mayor, and his status is also higher than mine."

  "If that guy dares to put his nose up in the air, just take him down. What's with the mayor's son? The previous masters, kings and dukes didn't kill any less!" Mo Tian was domineering to the extreme, and with the power it displayed, it indeed had the qualifications to say this, "You can't let the Ancient Demon Sutra lose face."

  "Uh-huh."

  Problems will always have to be faced, and even if you can avoid them for a while, it's impossible to avoid them all your life. Besides, Tang Dun never thought of avoiding anything in the first place, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he would still charge forward without hesitation.

  "First, go take care of the ghoul in that treasury, then grab enough imps and we can head back to Morning Mist Town." Holma estimated Jackson was about to be driven mad.

  In fact, it was true that in the vault, Jackson sat on the ground, hugging his knees and staring blankly at the heavy steel gate of the vault.

  There were some scratches and shredded meat on top, all of which it had left behind. Unfortunately, no matter how wildly it scratched and charged, it was unable to break open the large door that had been locked shut.

  "Am I going to be trapped here for the rest of my life? Facing a wall that never changes, until I become a rotting corpse?"

  Jackson had thought the dull and dark dungeon was already boring enough, but compared to the treasury, it was nothing.

  For a period of time after being captured, Jackson thought that the cunning human who came up with this scheme would negotiate with him, otherwise he wouldn't have taken him alive. But nothing has happened since then, causing great turmoil in his judgment.

  "Exactly, why would he want to negotiate with an undead creature? He's a paladin, of course he'd want to kill and purify an evil being like me."

  When Jackson finally realized the problem, he felt what it was like to wait for death, as if there was an invisible noose around his neck that was constantly tightening, suffocating him.

  "Is life in the vault happy?"

  A faint voice suddenly rang out, causing Jackson to jump up and look around in all directions, with such a violent movement that some of the flesh on his body was shaken off.

  "Where are you?" Jackson wailed, "Please, let me out!"

  "Do you think that's possible?" Danton sneered. "I thought you were a clever ghoul, but it seems even you become stupid in the face of death."

  Jackson fell silent, unable to fathom what the other meant.

  "This amplification magic circle can't be strengthened, its voice is too small." Tang Dun complained that the iron door of the treasury was too thick and soundproof. If it weren't for Holma being knowledgeable enough about sound wave-type amplification magic circles, he wouldn't even be able to communicate with Jackson.

  "Just use it as is, a more complex magic circle will consume more magic stones." Holma looked at the magic circle on the gate and was too lazy to draw another one. It's simply a waste of time, she couldn't help but complain, "Is it worth it for just a ghoul, no matter how intelligent it is?"

  In the end, Jackson still can't get the favor of the magic book, it's like an abandoned player who can never gain the coach's affirmation and recognition.

  "If you are willing to be my servant, you can get a pardon." Darcy made an offer.

  "I'm willing, I'll serve you for the rest of my life, my master!" Jackson was shameless, his eyes rolled over, without even a moment's hesitation, he agreed directly, with a humble tone like a loyal dog.

  "Hmm, the slogans are shouted quite well." Tang Dun didn't believe these nonsense at all. "Did you see that magic array? There is a contract on it, sign your true name in the lower right corner."

  Jackson immediately ran towards the empty space behind him, which had already been searched throughout the treasury and saw this magic array, but unfortunately there was no magic book, it couldn't be used at all.

  A slightly worn-out parchment lay quietly in the center of the formation, next to a goose quill pen and an ink bottle, which were brought over by Holma.

  "What's written on this?" The characters looked nice, but unfortunately Jackson didn't recognize a single one of them. Even if he was an idiot, he knew the content must be extremely strict.

  "It's a contract of death, once signed, your body and soul belong to me." Tangdon smiled, "As a Holy Knight, honesty is a virtue that should be followed, so I'm telling you, whether or not you sign is up to you."

  Jackson hadn't expected Downton to tell, a bit unexpected, and immediately angry, he didn't want to be a slave himself, just wanting to roar with anger, but the second half of Downton's sentence directly shut him up.

  This cunning ghoul suddenly discovered that people's loyalty to him was actually dispensable, and signing it would only add another loyal dog.

  "Taking a ghoul out for a walk is also a big pressure." Downton joked.

  "Fart, you already have several corpse-eating demon servants, how come I didn't see them!" Jackson was depressed and wanted to tear up the contract, but he didn't dare to do so because he knew that once he did, he would really be trapped in this golden vault forever.

  "You're different, you're better than them, and it takes more effort to train you." Danton began to persuade Jackson, "Don't you want to go out and see the world outside, taste the delicacies of various empires? Even if it's worse, it's still better than bloody brains."

  "Don't tempt me, you devil." Jackson covered his ears, but the voice still poured in.

  "Are you prepared to wander in the underground city for a lifetime? Think about the future, I am a Holy Knight with the Great Magic Book, and at least I will slaughter more than a dozen giant dragons. Don't you want to taste their brains and internal organs?" Danton looked at the magical flame text displayed by Horma, couldn't help but frown, and made several mouth shapes, "Really have to say that?"

  "You've said enough." Holma rolled her eyes, for a guy like Jackson, you had to come on strong.

  "This is also too exaggerated? Still a dozen giant dragons, I'm not turned into dung in someone's nest, it's already good." Tang Dun couldn't help but slander.

  "Be a bit spirited, okay?" Mo Dian bumped Tang Tuo's forehead, "When we reach the Dragon Slaying Stage, I'll take you to the Dragon Realm to slay dragons."

  "Spare me, I'd like to live a few more days yet." Downton refused.

  "Are you a humble holy knight? How can you be more shameless than me, speaking such big words, don't you feel your face turning red?" Jackson bellowed sarcastically.

  "I'll give you a minute to think about it, if you don't sign I'm leaving." Danton's face couldn't hold up anymore, actually being ridiculed by an eater of the dead, how humiliating.

  "Take a step back, sell my body for ten years, no, twenty years, is that okay?" Jackson was originally thinking of going out and devouring Downton alive, but he understood that once the death contract was signed, he wouldn't be able to do so, or else the power of the contract would instantly tear him apart.

  "No choice, for life." Tong Dun refused.

  "Thirty years, that's the limit, I reckon. I won't last thirty years, you'll wear me out." Jackson wailed, "Master, have mercy on me!"

  "Your acting skills are just so-so. When I'm out of money, I can consider selling you to the circus to make some cash!" Tang Dun laughed loudly, "Sign quickly, don't drag things on."

  "Oh no, there's too little air, I'm dying."

  With a thud, Jackson fell to the floor.

  "Go, never mind, go catch the demon servant." Tong Dun pinched his throat and imitated Seris' voice, then deliberately made footsteps to leave.

  Jackson was in a hurry, jumped up suddenly and shouted "I sign!"

  "What's keeping you?" Tang Don urged.

  "I, I can't write!" Jackson's mind was racing and he thought of another excuse.

  "Then go die!" Tang Zheng had already lost his patience, what time did he have to waste on it.

  "Alright, don't go, I'll sign." Jackson resigned himself.

  Jackson grasped a goose-quill pen, dipped it in ink and pondered whether to scribble down just any name.

  "If you scribble carelessly, the contract will not be valid, I know that." Tang Don warned.

  "Are you human? Are you a holy knight of justice and righteousness?" "You're nothing but the devil." Jackson's face was filled with grief and indignation, and he signed his name with great force, but despite using all his might, he still couldn't pierce through the parchment.

  Michael Jackson!

  As the ugly handwriting was finished, with a bang, the sheepskin paper ignited, and a green flame formed a hideous devil's skull, muttering obscure language, then in the instant of ash falling, it turned into an arrow and shot into Jackson's brow.

  A contract seal appeared on his forehead.

  At the same time, a devil's skull appeared in front of Tongdon, but the last arrow shot into his arm, forming an abstract pattern.

  "The contract is complete, shall we open the treasury?" Holma inquired.

  "Master, open the iron gate quickly, I'm going to suffocate!" Jackson had already started wailing before Tang Don even responded.

  Homa's elemental arm unlocked the magical lock and pulled open the iron gate.

  There was only one gap, and Jackson squeezed out of it in a hurry, then he saw the human standing not far away.

  Two gazes collided in mid-air.

  Although he had sneaked a peek many times, it wasn't until they were in close proximity that Jackson discovered the master was so young and handsome, with a refined and elegant air about him. However, the bloodstains and heavy armor on his body also gave off an aura of iron and steel.

  "At least it's decently long, though not as good as my Jackson-sama, but following me, it's not embarrassing!" Jackson muttered to himself in self-consolation.

  Downton finally saw this cunning ghoul and before he could take a closer look, he heard this arrogant remark and almost vomited blood.