But Farrell didn't care about it at all. In other words, he couldn't see Brian's helpless expression.
He asked everyone to spread the news.
"Well, Duke Farrell, goodbye."
Rowling curtsied to Brian gracefully and said in a low voice, "See you at the school the day after tomorrow."
However.
Brian didn't hear a word.
He looked at the Augustine family, immersed in the sea of joy, and went back to his room silently.
Seeing this, Rowling shook her head with amusement.
"He's just a little boy who's good at throwing a tantrum..."
In fact.
Brian was a mature man.
Under normal circumstances, he would not do such a little boy losing his temper.
But just now... He heard that voice again!
It was not an auditory hallucination!
Brian went back to his room and locked the doors and windows.
Then he asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
There was no response.
Brian frowned slightly and wondered if he was too nervous.
Suddenly!
The vision in front of him changed!
When he came to his senses, he had already arrived at a world full of darkness!
It was as if the dark color had devoured the whole world!
There was no light at all!
But Brian could feel that he was on the top of a mountain?
"The divine light is flinching here. Welcome back to hell, my lord!"
A voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was the voice Brian heard when he was doing the qualification test!
"Who, who are you? Where are you? Hell? My lord?"
After all, Brian was a transmigrator.
Although he had encountered such a sudden change, he still asked calmly.
The next moment!
A gust of cold air surged over!
It was as if the whole world had suddenly turned cold!
Brian was confused and suddenly looked ahead with his eyes wide open.
In the darkness, a black figure, dressed in a black robe, came over with a huge rusty sickle in his hand.
The god of death!
This was the god of death!
With his mouth wide open, Brian's mind went blank all of a sudden!
Hell... It was hell!
Otherwise, how could there be the god of death!
"You, you are the god of death?" Brian's forehead was sweating.
No matter how calm he was when he saw the god of death appear in front of him.
The impact was too shocking!
"Yes, my lord!"
The black figure didn't have any facial features, but he could speak human language. His voice was quiet, like a ghost.
No!
The god of death was a ghost!
It was normal for him to speak in a cold voice!
"You said, my lord... Am I your master?"
Brian calmed down a little and asked in confusion.
He had heard this word two times.
"Yes, my lord. You are the ruler of hell and all the ghosts!"
"The divine light abandoned you, hell... Welcome back!"
The god of death said in a cold tone, but there was a hint of respect in his voice.
Such a respectful and humble god of death.
It was an eye-opener for Brian!
However!
He came to his senses!
It was said that the transmigrator must have a golden finger!
He knew!
But...
Why hell!
He liked angels more!
Brian sighed in his heart and asked, "Why does hell look like this?"
He looked around.
It was still dark around.
Brian could only vaguely feel that he was standing on the top of the mountain.
As for other places.
He couldn't see anything!
"Because the hell door is closed, the hell world is also in darkness!"
"But now that master is back, the hell door can be reopened."
The god of death said honestly, like a loyal servant.
"Open the door of hell? What should we do?"
Without hesitation, Brian decided to open the door of hell again.
"To reopen the door of hell again, you need to produce blood!"
The god of death said slowly.
"Blood?" Brian was confused.
"Ten million ounces of blood can reopen the door of hell!"
"Fuck!"
"10 million ounces of blood?"
Brian got furious in an instant!
Wasn't that nearly three hundred tons?
He was afraid that he had to kill a country and tens of millions of people to get so much blood!
What should he do?
"When you open the door of hell again, everything in hell will belong to you again!"
The god of death suddenly said, as if sensing the retreat in Brian's heart.
"Everything from hell?"
Brian took a look at the darkness around him and asked curiously, "What's in hell?"
It was not Brian's fault.
But he didn't know and was curious about what was in hell.
He knew there was an angel in heaven.
What a pity!
"There is demon crystal, demon magic weapon, endless demon warriors, the place where the ghosts live, the place where the bones are buried, the seven devil kings..."
"Wait!"
Before the god of death could finish his words, Brian raised his hand and interrupted him.
His eyes lit up.
No, he looked at the god of death in shock and asked, "What did you just say? Seven devil kings?"
"Yes, my lord!"
"Which seven devil kings do you mean?"
Brian didn't know what he was expecting.
"The seven devil kings represent the seven major crimes of hell!"
"They are respectively Arrogant, Master Castelya; Jealous, Master Livia; Angry, Master Belfi; Lazy, Master Barbac; Greedy, Master Merry; Glutton, Master Beelzebub; Lust, Master Lilith."
The god of death said slowly.
Each name was a devil king from hell that could stand beside the gods!
"10 million ounces of blood, right?"
Brian took a deep breath and said straightforwardly, "Wait here. I'll get it for you!"
As long as he could open the door of hell again, he would have everything in hell!
In that case, even if his identity was exposed, so what?
The god of death didn't say anything. He just floated up and watched Brian disappear from hell.
Everything returned to dead silence again.
In the manor of the Augustine family.
Brian suddenly woke up from the bed and looked around.
It was still bright.
Time seemed not to pass quickly.
"Is the time flow rate different?"
Brian murmured. Suddenly, a cold voice came to his mind.
It was the voice of the god of death!
"My lord, there is no time concept in hell. No matter how long it has passed, time will not change."
Brian was startled. He didn't expect that the god of death could communicate with him.
However.
When he came to his senses, he was relieved.
As for the god of death, he could even control life and death. It was just spiritual communication. It was not a big deal!
Wait!
It was not the right time to think about it!
"How can I get the blood of 10 million ounces?"
Brian frowned slightly.
This was not the other world.
In this world of transcendent chaos and the appearance of the gods.
If the news that he wanted ten million ounces of blood was leaked out...
He was afraid that he would be directly stamped with the seal of an evil sect by the church and taken away for trial!
This was not good!
"Oh, right!"
All of a sudden, Brian's eyes lit up and he came up with an excellent idea!
He put on his clothes in a hurry, ordered his servants to prepare the horse, and went straight out of the city.