Chapter 653 Devil’s Dilemma

Chapter 653 Devil's Dilemma

Abel sat on a chair, thinking with his chin on his hands. His eyes stared directly at Mira, Selica, and Roberta, who sat facing him. In the background, you could hear a woman moaning as they were in the elephant's trunk guest room.

"A devil's contract," He mumbled, "For all I know, those are absolute," He looked at them, "Me and Sara live here in Alina. We don't have any notable rank. And even if we had a high rank. It's impossible to void a contract. They were made so they can't be broken by either the devil or the humanoids."

"Don't you have any idea how to get out of it?" Selica stared at him, "You must know something, seeing as those two trust you,"

"You can try negotiating with the devil and see if you can agree to change the terms. The content of a contract can always be modified if the two parties agree," Abel leaned back on his chair, looking at the ceiling, "This is a shitty mud pit to get stuck in. People might think that at least it can be solved by words and negotiations it's more accessible and easier to navigate. But that couldn't be more wrong." He looked toward Roberta, "It's a hundred times easier to solve problems like this with blood than to be stuck with a contract. But alas, we can't kill our way out of this,"

"You talk about killing as if it's a simple thing," Roberta looked at him, confused at his words. "Can't we just have a paladin smite him?"

"If it was that easy, no one would consider the devil's contract a danger. The moment an accessible solution to a problem emerges, that problem is no longer problematic. It becomes a mere task." He lifted his hand, waving it and conjuring a small locked box, "If all people could open this lock, I wouldn't bother locking it in the first place as that would be meaningless."

CLICK! The main door opened, and Sara walked in, looking around and hearing the customers moaning in the back, "Abel, didn't I tell you to make the walls thicker?"

"I did. The girls are just loud." Abel replied, but almost immediately they heard a man's moan, "And Jeffrey, he's loud as well," Abel sighed, smacking the wall with his fist, "I'll throw you out naked! Keep it down!"

Sara walked toward the girls and smiled, "Sorry for meeting you in such a place," She smiled, sitting down beside Roberta, "I was told you have a problem that I and brother might be able to help with,"

"A devil's contract," Abel said.

Sara looked toward Roberta, "You signed a devil's contract?!"

"Mom made me do it when I was a little girl, but she's dead now," Roberta looked down.

Mira grunted, "Isn't it unfair for a devil to accept a contract signed by a child?"

"No, he was protecting a wyrmling,"

"I'm sure he hunted a young dragon when he was a wyrmling," Mira added.

"That might count as murder if he initiated the fight. If Arad got counted as a sinner in hell, the devil would have an advantage over him," Sara scratched her head, "We need an expert's opinion,"

"Killing humans doesn't count?" Roberta looked at Mira, "I'm sure it's best if we leave Arad out of this, I don't want him to end up harmed in hell because of me,"

"Humans don't count as far as I know," Sara shook her head, "Humanoids are like ants to dragons. A man won't be judged by the count of ants he killed, Although metallic dragons are fighting to make that count, and they do get judged for killing humans in hell."

"The reality," Abel looked a them, "We're a bunch of ignorant children discussing the cosmic laws of the hells. We probably shouldn't put a plan without finding an actual expert, someone that lived in the hells."

"Do you suggest we summon a devil?" Sara stared at him.

"I suggest you pray at least once to Asmodeus and see if she responds. You're a priestess of her, right?" Abel looked at Sara.

"Do you know you're talking about that Asmodeus? The queen of hell herself? To her, contracts are the most sacred. Asking me to talk her into voiding one is like asking god to burn his own scriptures. I'll end up cursed, and she might drag us all down," Sara stared at her brother.

"Come on," He waved his hand, "What I've heard about her, she's quite chill."

"How many Asmodeus there are?" Sara stared at him.

"One,"

"You know nothing, so let me handle this," Sara sighed, "There are two Asmodeus, they are twins. One is merciful and the other is vengeful, calling upon them would bring us more harm than help,"