Salem.

A tranquil seaside town.

100 years ago, it once belonged to the fiefdom of a certain nobleman, and due to its remote location and relative lack of information, the urban development of the whole town lags behind the rest of the surrounding areas.

Correspondingly, there are not too many factories pouring into it, and the environment and geographical structure of the town have been preserved to the greatest extent.

Slowly, it became a mecca for tourists.

There are towering churches and mottled castles, and even the streets in the center of the town have a faint glimpse of a hundred years ago.

Walking through the streets, you will feel as if you have traveled back in time to the last century.

As night falls, the noise of the day fades away, leaving the town with a lake-like silence.

"We're sorry, we're closed."

In a coffee shop on the side of the street, a middle-aged man with a beard wiped the cup in his hand and said without raising his head.

"I'm here to meet an old friend."

It was a young man who spoke, but his eyes revealed vicissitudes that did not match his age.

The middle-aged man raised his head and was slightly stunned.

"Soul Eater?"

"What's going on lately?"

"Guys who haven't seen each other for a few years on weekdays have appeared frequently."

"Henry!"

Just then, a car drove outside the door, and a woman pressed the window and shouted at the middle-aged man in the café.

It was a rather beautiful woman, who looked to be in her 30s, her hair was permed into waves, her face was rubbed with fine powder, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were full of happiness.

"Melissa, you go first, I'm going to receive a friend from afar!"

The middle-aged man named Henry shouted.

Standing at the door, Arrahan looked back in surprise, and through the car window, he saw two children of seven or eight years old, in addition to the woman.

"You actually got married and had children like ordinary people?"

Arahand's eyes were full of incredulity.

"There's nothing strange about that."

"Because of the characteristics of the race, we can't have strong combat power, instead of living a life of hiding in the transcendent world, we should try to adapt to the life of ordinary people."

"Although this guy's body doesn't have any foundation, it is extremely compatible with my soul, and this new attempt has also opened a new path for me."

Henry wiped his hands and stepped forward to lock the door of the café, the curtain swayed down, and he sat down at a table and looked at the young and energetic Arrahand.

"You've got a new body."

"It doesn't seem to be far from the fourth order, congratulations." Henry congratulated heartily.

"You just said that someone else had approached you before me, and who had been there?"

"Black Souls, Paladins, Shadows, Sharks, and a few."

"They came here to exchange some things with me, and I don't have any interest in improving my strength right now, and several of them have been exchanged for them."

"Especially the black soul, the fruit he gave me, although it is of little use to the transcendent, but after taking it, it can transform the body of ordinary people."

He smiled a wistful smile.

"I'm very happy with this deal."

"It's a pity, Soul Eater, you're too late, I don't have anything good left on my hands."

Henry shrugged.

"In this way, I am completely out of the transcendent world, and I have had enough of those days of being hunted down."

With that, Henry stood up.

"Are you going to go out for a drink with me as a normal person, or are you?"

Arrahand didn't move, but looked at Henry with burning eyes.

"Our deal hasn't started yet."

"Deal? Man, didn't you hear clearly? I don't have anything of value in my hands anymore. ”

"There are some ordinary gadgets left, and you're afraid you won't be able to look at them."

Arrahand shook his head, "I don't want anything from you. He reached out a finger and tapped his forehead.

"I need some information in your brain......"

"For example, the identities of the members of the Elomsy Guild and the specific areas of activity!"

Although Henry is not very strong in combat, he is proficient in ritual circles, and to be precise, he is the core founder of the first of all to build the Alien Spirit.

He had been around for the longest time, and he knew the strength of the members the most, so after listening to Arrahand's words, he instantly understood something.

"Soul Eater, what are you going to do?"

"That's not something you should ask."

"Equivalent exchange, don't forget our guidelines." Henry asked.

"That's your rule, not mine!"

"I have only one criterion, grab what you want!"

Arrahand clenched his fists.

"You're planning to secretly attack the members of the Elomsy Society and steal the treasures in their hands?"

Arrahand didn't answer, but a sinister smile bloomed on his lips.

Henry didn't laugh angrily.

"What are you going to trade it for?"

Arrahand spread out his hands.

"Your life, and your wife and children."

"Is that enough?"

"What if I refuse?!"

Henry snorted coldly, but in the next second, a flower appeared in front of his eyes, and Arahan's body had teleported across a space of nearly 10 meters, and pale flames lit up between his fingers.

Henry felt as if his soul was sinking into a quagmire, and at the moment he was stunned, Arrahand's flaming palm had already grasped his skull!

"Say no or agree, the result is the same for me."

Arrahand's voice rang in Henry's ears, and it was so thin that it was like a snake crawling down its ear socket into its brain, and then entrenched in his brain, eating away at his memory little by little.

"Soul Eater."

"Our code name is both a name and an identity!"

"It's a shame you chose the wrong answer."

"Not only you, but your beautiful wife and lovely children will pay for your choice!"

Henry stiffened, and as time went on, he felt as if his soul was frozen, his senses were lost, and consciousness was stripped away.

Before losing consciousness completely, he struggled to regain his clarity for a moment.

"Let them go!"

The sanity in his eyes vanished, Henry's soul was devoured, and his chubby body fell to the ground, turning into a lifeless shell.

"Poor fellow."

Arrahand burped in satisfaction, digesting the information he had just gotten.

"Fallen transcendental, this world is so cruel, if you relax a little, you can only be eaten by others!"

It didn't take long for Arrahand to open his eyes, and he had already sorted out the information he wanted.

He left through the back door, and the streets of the town were silent.

"There are three left, and since you have agreed, you should not go back." With a flick of his finger, a wisp of black smoke floated up, and the black smoke circled around Arahand, as if he had received some kind of message.

Then he happily broke away from Arahand's control and disappeared into the night.