Chapter 134 Devil's Transaction

Author: tofu brain and salty party leader

Chapter 134 Devil's Transaction

Belstal County, Aiggong, Mr. Miller's house, Mr. Melle, the head of the mill.

"Hi, Sana, go to the backyard to pick up some firewood." Mr. Miller shouted towards the house.

"Don't shout, Sana went to the store." Mrs. Miller said while burning the stove, "The backyard firewood was gone.

You have been idle all day long, and you are instructing this instructions. It is better to go to the forest to cut some firewood. The new church announced that there is no forest land tax in the future.

Recently, many major events have occurred one after another. Ante City once signs of out of control, but before it had time to happen, the vicious incidents of these wealth churches were strangled in the cradle.

These priests are actively doing something abnormal. Anyway, Mr. Miller's family has never seen such a strange clergy.

Although the Mr. Miller's family has not been harassed, the business of the abrasive owner is really difficult to do.

The cleaning of the old forces will inevitably make people feel disturbing, and the caravans of the old nobles do not have the force support of the nobles.

Xingdang is also a bit depressed.

On the contrary, Sana's tailor shop has previously customized all kinds of novel clothes for the monarchs and nobles. Now they make missionary clothes for the priests of these wealth gods. The business is quite popular.

When I thought of myself from the master of the family so soon, the family's economic pillar became a leisure person who was complained by his wife, Mr. Miller was a little low and said angrily: "

"Get it, I'll go, I'll go."

Nympho

In the forest outside Ante City, Mr. Miller frowned tightly, holding an ax aimed at a big tree "Bangbang" twice.

Obviously, Mr. Miller was not very good at the craftsmanship of the coward. The tree did not respond very much. His hands were painful, and his butt fell on the grass.

Just as Mr. Miller saw no one, he cursed this cursing and venting his resentment, an old man he had never seen before approaching him.

The old gentleman's sophisticated black swallow tail, a single -frame eye inlaid with gold, elegant and calm, reached out to Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller thought about his appearance just now, embarrassedly holding the old gentleman's hand, one stood up hard, patted his hands, and thanked the old man.

The old gentleman was calm and chatted with Mr. Miller, saying, "This gentleman doesn't look like doing this kind of wood cutting."

"Well, not, I used to ..."

Mr. Miller talked to the old man for a while, blowing his own small mill into one of the largest mills of the largest mill, the flour industry.

"That's a pity." The old gentleman showed Miller's sympathy and regret to Miller in a timely manner.

"..."

After the sea blowing the sea in the south, the eyes of Miller's heart were getting lower and lower.

"Mr. Miller, why do you hardly cut firewood so hard?

Let's do a deal, as long as you promise to give me the things after you grind the house, I will give you a lot of money to make you comfortable to live a rich life. "

"Isn't it the apple tree behind the grinding house?" Mr. Miller thought.

Thinking of a tree in exchange for a large amount of money, Mr. Miller was a little eager to move.

"How much can I change?"

"It's enough to fill up all the gold coins of all the box cages in your house?" The old gentleman lowered his words and lowered, as if it had a strange attractiveness, so that Mr. Miller's eyes fluttered.

"Okay, then say it."

"So, please sign this contract." The old gentleman handed a sheepskin paper and a goose pen.

Mr. Miller saw the paper and pen, and he was a little vigilant: "I'm sorry, I don’t have literacy."

"It's okay, look at this contract, you can understand it." When he said he stuffed the contract into Miller's hand.

Miller had to glance at the trend, and was surprised to find that he had not been able to learn the text above.

"At this moment, the contract is willing to use the things after the abrasive house and the contractor to trade a gold coin to fill all the box cages in the family.

Contractor: Salt. Ann. ￥#@. ...

The contractor:

Black Iron Calendar 54883 Zoya (Year of the Sun) ... "

Mr. Miller saw this magical method, and the alertness in his heart was greatly enhanced. In his cognition, only the wizard and the devil in hell can do it.

The old gentleman looked at Miller, who was hesitant and refused to speak, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

"Miller, don't you want to get respect and recognition in front of your family?

Don't you want to live a noble life? ... "

Every time the old gentleman said, Miller's hesitation and vigilance were loosened.

"It's just an apple tree, what's the big deal?" Miller thought a little confused.

"Okay, I signed it." Miller pressed the mud in the hand in the hands of the old gentleman as he said, and pressed the pointed to the position of the contractor's position.

"Haha," the old gentleman's mouth showed a mockery, and said ridiculous: "After three days, I will take away the things that belongs to me."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

"Well, what about my money?" Mr. Miller shouted him a little anxiously.

"You go home now." The old gentleman said without looking back, "I promised you, I have done it."

Nympho

Mr. Miller, the owner of the mill, returned home in a hurry, and his wife greeted him:

"Tell me, where do these wealth come from?

All the box cages in the family were filled all at once.

No one has come, what's going on? "

Mr. Mille, the owner of the mill, knew that he was likely to have traded with some extraordinary existence, and replied calmly: "It was a stranger I encountered in the forest.

As long as he grinds what after we ground the room, he is rewarded.

We gave him that apple tree. "

"Oh, you," his wife was frightened and stomped anxiously, saying, "That's the devil! It's a monster!

He didn't want an apple tree. What he wanted was our daughter Sana. She paid the goods today and was cleaning the yard behind the mill! "

"What!" Miller was also scared, but this was his only daughter.

He panicked to the backyard, and at a glance, he saw that he was washing the rag in the backyard and washed the Shaana, and he fell to the ground.

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

Sana hurriedly put down the work in her hand, rushed to his father, and reached out to help him. He asked while helping, "Is it over? What are you finished?"

Sana's gentle words and deeds defeated Mr. Miller's last spirit, crying: "It's my fault, it's all my fault, I really die ..."
Chapter completed!