No one knew how much time had passed, but Roger had forgotten the time while staying in this place called a side hall but actually a cave. Lilith would bring him a large bowl of chopped silver dragon meat every day. Because the dragon corpse does not decay, the meat is always in the most delicious state, and it can be regarded as a unique delicacy when eaten. But no matter how delicious the food is, if you keep eating it, it will eventually become boring. Roger's mouth had become dry from eating dragon meat day after day.
Fortunately, he could still feel that his body was getting stronger and stronger, even stronger than before, which made him look forward to it, so he ate the dragon meat very hard even if it was tasteless.
This cave may have been a dragon's lair, for it was filled with all kinds of treasures and weapons, and looked like a glittering hill from a distance. Roger almost fainted with excitement when he first entered the cave. In the free time after eating dragon meat, Roger, apart from being teased by Lilith, spent the rest of the time simply organizing those treasures.
He threw aside the ordinary gold and silver items. These treasures, which were neither valuable nor cumbersome, were the first to be excluded from his list. Then came the ornaments that looked gorgeous but were completely useless, followed by raw materials such as the horns and teeth of certain monsters. These were of little use to Roger now.
What he wanted more were things that could be directly exchanged for gold coins, such as high-level magic crystals dropped from top-level monsters. However, not every monster could generate magic crystals, and the higher-level the monster, the harder it was to hunt. So Roger turned the hill upside down and found two top-level ninth-level magic crystals, four eighth-level magic crystals, and nine seventh-level magic crystals.
But these magic crystals were enough to make Roger ecstatic. You know, a complete ninth-level magic crystal is extremely valuable. Once it appears at an auction, it is guaranteed to attract countless nobles and businessmen. To put it simply, the money exchanged for a ninth-level magic crystal can support all the civilians in a medium-sized city to live peacefully for more than ten years.
Of course, Roger did not forget to put a few gold coins in his purse. After all, if he had to travel in the future, it would be impossible to use magic crystals to trade with others, so it would always be good to have some small change in hand.
After choosing the money, it is naturally time to choose the equipment. However, this silver dragon does not seem to have a hobby of collecting equipment, and most of the equipment collected in this cave are flashy and impractical. Roger searched for a long time before he barely found two pieces of equipment that he liked.
A two-handed heavy sword forged from unknown materials, seemingly simple and unadorned. There is also a piece of leather armor that is light to carry, ingeniously designed and very tough. It seems to be made of the skin of a red-eyed dragon python, and one can faintly feel waves of magical elements flowing on it. There are a few full body armors in the cave, which are both gorgeous and practical, but a bit heavy to wear. Roger silently ignored them based on his principle of being a swordsman as elegant as the wind.
After choosing the food, Roger spent most of the rest of the time eating dragon meat and practicing swordsmanship. Roger didn't know what kind of divine power Hades would give him. Rather than trusting Hades, he would rather use the practical swordsmanship skills he had learned over the years to kill the enemy.
So since he was able to move, he has never stopped practicing his swordsmanship for a single day. This was also due to the strict discipline of old John. Although he taught his apprentice a lot of bad habits, he was meticulous in teaching him swordsmanship.
"Haha, you are really diligent when practicing sword skills, much more diligent than when you make love."
Roger was practicing when Lilith's teasing words suddenly came out and almost sprained his waist. The two-handed sword was extremely heavy to begin with, and now Roger's body tilted, and he was carried away by the sword for a long distance before he stopped.
Roger turned around and glared at Lilith fiercely, saying angrily: "When I recover, I will fuck you so hard that you can't get up for days!"
"Hehe, I'll be waiting then." Lilith covered her mouth and smiled, pointing towards the main hall and said, "Your body has almost recovered, the master wants you to go over there and receive the baptism."
Roger followed Lilith back to the main hall. He saw that in front of the statue of Hades, a magic circle with strange runes had been drawn at some point. The sun disc mark in the center of the formation is exactly the same as the one on Hades' forehead.
"Go to the center of the formation." Hades's deep, bell-like voice appeared in Roger's mind. He followed the instructions and walked step by step into the formation.
"Kneel down and close your eyes."
After Roger finished all this, Lilith quietly left the main hall. The eyes of the Hades statue began to shine, and that light was as dazzling as the sun in the sky. As the light grew brighter, the sun disc mark on the forehead of the Hades statue began to wriggle as if alive, and along with it the sun disc mark under Roger's feet also moved. Soon, a huge pillar of light rose up from under Roger's feet, enveloping Roger in an instant.
If there was a mirror now, Roger could see his eyes, nose, mouth, and every hole in his body emitting light. But at this time he was in so much pain that he didn't even know where his eyes were.
He only felt as if he was pierced by countless thin and hard steel needles. Those needles pierced from bottom to top, from various parts of his body, and finally all returned to his brain. This feeling, even for a second, felt like ten thousand years had passed.
The beam of light was still continuing, and the seven beads on the head of the Hades statue suddenly flew out and shot into Roger's body, which was glowing all over, like arrows. The originally white beam of light suddenly turned into colorful ones, and Roger, who was originally kneeling on the ground, was lifted up by a force and suspended in the air.
Now he no longer felt the prick of the needle, but he felt as if his brain was being torn apart by something and some unknown substance was constantly being poured into it. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than before, and it made him feel like dying.
"My servant, are you in pain? Do you regret it?" Hades' voice floated into Roger's ears. To Roger, the voice was full of disdain and ridicule.
"Is it too late for me to regret now?" Roger laughed at himself in his heart, but in fact he was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.
He doesn't know how long it took, but the colorful light column suddenly dissipated and turned into tiny dots of firefly floating in the air, filling the entire main hall, which was extremely beautiful. But to Roger, these things were uglier and more disgusting than the evil spirits from hell. Slowly falling from the sky, Roger did not feel any changes in his body at first.
But slowly he could feel that this body seemed to be constantly absorbing some subtle energy in the air. Roger had not figured out what this energy was, but this might be the magical ability given to him by Hades. Roger thought so.
"Close your eyes and feel the supreme power I bestow upon you..." Hades' voice with a long tail kept echoing in Roger's mind. He closed his eyes and only then did he truly see the changes in his body.
It turns out that once he closes his eyes, he can see a completely new scene inside his brain. Six stars of different colors: gold, green, red, gray, purple, and black. They are rotating around a transparent star that is larger than them.
"The divine art I bestow upon you is also called pupil art. Eyes are the windows to the soul, reflecting the power of the gods. Only by training your own eyes can you unleash my divine power to the fullest." Before Hades had finished his words, cracks began to appear on the gigantic statue of the god. "From now on, you are the messenger of chaos, the most honorable existence under the Lord God. You have twenty years to complete what you should do. If you cannot complete it within twenty years, then my divine power will naturally find another master. And when the divine power leaves your body, that will be the day of your sudden death..."
The sound became increasingly vague, and seemed to be getting farther and farther away, until the statue completely cracked and collapsed, and Roger finally came to his senses. As the statue collapsed, a big hole appeared in the dome. A long-lost ray of sunlight shone into the hall, bringing with it the scent of soil and the fragrance of flowers and plants, and even the faint sound of birdsong could be heard. This immediately gave Roger a feeling of being reborn.
The succubus Lilith walked slowly towards him with light and enchanting steps. She came behind Roger, looked at him with a smile, but did not say a word. Until Roger turned and met her eyes.
"You..." Roger wanted to ask her something, but didn't know where to start.
"I'm here to fulfill my Lord's final instructions." Lilith stuck out her tongue at Roger. Her charming look and playful tone made Roger's blood boil again.
Just as he was wondering what she wanted to do, Roger saw her kneeling on one knee. Lilith changed her frivolous look and became solemn, muttering something. Although Roger could not understand what the spells were, it sounded very solemn and he was embarrassed to interrupt her. Lilith's left hand was seen drawing in the air, while the sharp nails of her right hand were drawing on her chest, drawing a bloody hexagram.
"Oh my God! This is..." Roger's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He covered his mouth with his hands, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.
The succubus in front of him actually took the initiative to sign a master-servant contract with him.
"I am the succubus Lilith. I am willing to dedicate my body and soul to my Lord Roger. I will become my Lord's weapon, tool, and eternal slave. From now on, if my Lord lives, I live. If my Lord dies, I die."
Every word of Lilith's words was deeply engraved in Roger's mind. You know, this is a contract embodied in the laws of the world and is not subject to interference from any force. Even Father Vermeer could not modify the execution of the contract. And now, he only needs to take the last step to get a wonderful female slave.
Roger's face twitched. Without saying a word, he put his index finger to Lilith's head, used her horn to cut his skin, and then placed the index finger with blood gushing out on the hexagram on Lilith's chest. He said in a trembling voice: "I accept Lilith surrender!"
"Damn it! A succubus whose strength is comparable to that of a magician, and an extremely slutty sex slave. Old John, I really love your decision!! When I go to the world of the dead in the future, I will have to prepare a good gift for you. Of course, if I can still go to the world of the dead." Roger thought to himself, unable to hold back his smile any longer, and a smile as obscene as it could be revealed on his originally handsome face.
"Nirn, your time has come, Roger..."