To it, this purest human scent was like a freshly baked little cake, giving off an enticing aroma.
The warm blood of the two humans was like strawberry jam sandwiched between layers of bread, endlessly making its mouth water.
Its stomach was growling, like a human who had gone hungry for three days.
If not for the sake of its own etiquette, it would have long since devoured the two of them without the slightest courtesy.
As for some so-called repayment? What a joke. Devils never repaid kindness; they only delivered retribution.
The retribution kindness deserved!
Ron wanted to voice the wish in his heart and have the devil grant it.
His wish was that "this devil must not harm any ordinary humans."
But he knew perfectly well that the other party would never agree to such a demand.
It would be like putting a constricting headband on the other party. The "wishes" mentioned by this goat-man were probably only things it could do casually. If they truly took them as some gentleman's promise, that would be an absolute joke.
They might gain nothing at all and even suffer backlash.
"You may call me the Lord of Samu." An eerie stone seat resembling a snail shell rose from the blood pool, though it also looked like a curled human hand. The devil sat upon it and looked down arrogantly at the crowd as it spoke.
"Great Lord of Samu, we only wish to live—to survive," Ron stated the group's request.
It was the simplest request, but also the hardest.
After all, Lucifer was hunting them.
"The heart you used for the sacrifice came from my descendant. Tell me, what happened? How were you able to bring its heart here? Since its heart has been sacrificed, that proves it must already