Pirate Kingship-Chapter 861 - 513: Are You Willing to Trade Your Soul for This Roll of Toilet Paper?_4

Chapter 861: Chapter 513: Are You Willing to Trade Your Soul for This Roll of Toilet Paper?_4

Just like the kin of many Old Gods, my ancestors were once swept to the Skull Coast of the Eastern Continent under the rule of the Abaddon Secret Teachings, adjacent to the Mermaid Kingdom.

Because of this, I was able to find descendants with a close bloodline in the Dragon Court, and I gained the opportunity to be among the first to establish a fortress bridgehead in the New Continent.

But as an outsider, my origin has always affected my status.

If I can bring these treasures to the Demon Lord, Her Majesty Lorraine the Death Pianist,

even if I abandon the task halfway here, she would at least make me a Prince and help me ascend to the Fifth Order!"

Not only that.

He grasped the quill pen in his hand, which shone with a trace of barely noticeable divine light, and coldly sneered in his heart:

"How can a mere pawnbroker’s research on the soul compare to ours, the Devils?

Even a pawnbroker possesses the transcendent ability of ’Contract Fraud,’ so how could we Devils not have it?

When we reach the Third Order, the spirituality that evolves is ’Deceptive Brilliance,’ allowing us to capture every ambiguity and loophole during transactions, twisting the unfavorable clauses to our desired outcome.

For example...sacrificing my lower servants to pay the price in my stead!

Even if, after all considerations, my soul truly lacks Divinity, with incomplete Beastliness manifesting, Her Majesty Lorraine, a Fifth Order Demigod, can personally intervene, consuming a vast amount of ’Fifth Element’ to help me replenish it.

This trade is all profit, no loss!"

However, the Genie of the Bottle, influenced by the ’Faustian Contract,’ found its greed like a burst dam, uncontrollable.

"Anyway, whether it’s one or two, it’s still an exchange, so why not trade for those others too.

Panacea, Alchemy of Transmutation, Blast Furnace Ironsmelting, Military-grade Whale Oil Firearms, Whale Oil Steam Engine, Sugarcane Papermaking Technique... I want them all!"

In the next moment.

Byron: "Friend, are you willing to exchange your soul for this roll of toilet paper?"

Genie of the Bottle: "Yes, I am willing!"

As the latter signed their name on the contract, the transaction was declared complete.

A series of knowledge began to pour into the devil’s brain, and he devoured it greedily, dancing with excitement:

"Hahaha... foolish enough to trade a watermelon for a sesame seed, I will soon become invincible in the world!"

After a while, the devil calmed down, yet realized that Mr. Wednesday hadn’t taken away the price he was due to pay.

Waving his hand as if magnanimously:

"Mr. Wednesday, I always believe in fair trades and am especially willing to pay for knowledge. Please take your payment."

Inwardly, he was already prepared to have his lower servants pay his price the moment the contract was activated.

The Devil Duke Richard, The Kingmaker Warwick, of the same or even higher Order compared to him, could not be manipulated aside from taking a commission, but grasping that puppet George and other underlings posed no difficulty.

Byron nodded, reconfirming:

"Very well, so your memories, family affections, love, friendships, half of your Divinity, and half of your Beastliness all belong to me.

In other words, more than half of your soul already belongs to me, correct?"

After the Genie of the Bottle confirmed again, he did not activate the transaction, but instead took out another Sacred Relic, ’The First Stock Certificate,’ from his pocket.

Yet this time he didn’t use ’Sell’ as he had in many past occasions, but activated...[Buy]!

"Use any property worth more than one Gold Pound to activate ’Buy,’ becoming a tiny shareholder of an organization.

Upon obtaining more than fifty percent of the shares, immediately gain substantial ownership of the organization, not subject to anyone’s will."

For Byron, there was no need for the process of collecting payment; he directly fast-forwarded to "I have acquired you," what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is still mine.

"Wait...."

In the next moment, the expression of unabashed confidence on the Genie of the Bottle’s face gradually stiffened.

Byron clapped his hands.

"Haha, mission accomplished."

Whether it’s the devil’s wishes or his transactions, the essence is always about who deceives more cleverly.

Making a trafficker willingly get sold even knowing I am also a trafficker is the pinnacle of trade.

There is a story circulating on the Continent about a clever person—a wealthy merchant who fell seriously ill unexpectedly. Just before dying, his son was not beside him, with only a servant of many years.

Worried that after his death, the servant would covet the wealth and his son would get nothing, he told the servant: I leave you all my possessions, but you must allow my son to choose any one item from the inheritance.

The servant readily agreed, and as a result, the son chose the servant, bringing all possessions along with the servant back under his control.

Byron had more tricks up his sleeve than the Genie of the Bottle, more asymmetric information, combining both, the devil who had fooled countless finally fell into his pot.

Byron snapped his fingers, the setting vanished, and he himself revealed his true face.

The devil’s pupils shrank to pinpricks:

"It was you! The Great Loyalist, Count of Torrentfort, The Sea Hunter Saint Byron! No, no, no, I don’t know you, I’ve never seen your face.

Don’t kill me!"

But at this moment, even moving a finger required his master’s permission; he couldn’t even close his eyes.

Byron cheerfully approached him, warmly patting his shoulder, consoling:

"Don’t be nervous, Mr. Leonardo the Hell Painter, as long as you can grant my small wish, I can let you go."

The latter immediately perked up; he might not be good at other things, but this task was too familiar for him.

"Just help you achieve a wish and you’ll let me go? Really?"

"Of course! We can continue with a contract."

Byron grinned, telling him his wish:

"My first wish is... for three more wishes."

The face of the Genie of the Bottle visibly turned ashen. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He already knew what the opponent’s fourth wish, seventh wish, tenth wish, thirteenth, sixteenth, nineteenth... wish would be.

He couldn’t help but wail in despair:

"Ah——! You are no Holy Spirit, your true form is actually... a Devil!!!"