Chapter 1 The last time we met, I was a cat.

"The woman outside the door quickly answered Brother Jue's doubts.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue paused for a second, tentatively responding, "Asmodeus?"

"Actually... my name is Gremory." Gremory replied, "Also... could you let me in before we continue?"

Feng Bujue hesitated for a few seconds, then opened the door.

"You've changed quite a bit..." Brother Jue said, looking at her after opening the door.

"For me, turning into a cat is a 'big change'." Gremory didn't stand on ceremony with Brother Jue. Before she finished speaking, she stepped inside.

She had lived here for more than half a year in cat form, so she knew the situation in the house very well and went straight to the living room.

"You really don't treat yourself like an outsider, huh?" By the time Brother Jue closed the door and turned back, Gremory was already sitting comfortably, even crossing her legs.

Although her coat completely covered her upper body, her long legs in black stockings were still eye-catching, and the slender, graceful curves of her legs were suggestive.

"Tch..." Gremory's venomous tongue hadn't changed at all. She narrowed her eyes and replied in a sarcastic tone, "If I didn't treat myself like an outsider... I would have teleported in a long time ago, but I was afraid of being 'beaten to death' by you."

Hearing this, Feng Bujue smiled slightly and sat down on another sofa, continuing, "Heh... so you were outside the door when I was playing with Uriel?"

"Earlier than that." Gremory replied, "I arrived almost at the same time as him, but... he was in the open, and I was in the dark."

"Oh?" Feng Bujue heard something in her words, "You were tracking him?"

The reason he asked this was because Brother Jue had already figured out Uriel's debt very clearly. He knew that the other party must have come secretly this time.

"I don't need to track him, or anyone else..." Gremory said, "I just need to 'keep an eye' on you."

Based on this ambiguous sentence alone, Feng Bujue deduced something. "Hmm..." he murmured, and immediately turned his face to a wall not far from him.

"You guessed right." Gremory also followed up, "The claw marks I left on the wall weren't as simple as they seemed..."

"That's a detection-type barrier, right?" Feng Bujue asked, "The kind where... 'as long as a non-human creature enters the range nearby, you will receive a signal'."

"It's hard to explain in a few words, just think of it that way." Gremory replied.

"Hmm..." Brother Jue then remembered something and asked, "By the way... when I was plastering the wall, I also covered a universal suppression array on top of your barrier. Did that have any effect?"

"You mean the array that once trapped Zachariah?" A look of disdain appeared on Gremory's face, "Hmph... the effect of that thing is actually dispensable..." she said weakly, "You didn't even open your spiritual sense when you drew that array, you were basically an ordinary person; do you really think... an ordinary person, relying on some superficial knowledge of mysticism, casually drawing some graffiti on the wall... can suppress a creature half a dimension higher than himself?"

"You mean..." Feng Bujue motioned for her to continue.

"You were just lucky." Gremory said, "That array originated from the Solomon King system, and... it just happened to be drawn on my barrier." She shrugged, "Relying on my 'Seventy-Two Pillars of Ars Goetia' level of power, you suppressed Zachariah."

"Oh!" Feng Bujue heard this and suddenly realized, "I was just saying your name sounded familiar, so you are one of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Ars Goetia." He paused for half a second and asked, "Then... how did you become one of Woody's subordinates? In terms of seniority, you are considered a royal noble of Hell, right?"

"Heh..." Gremory gave a dry laugh, "'Royal noble'... that was a long, long time ago."

"Why don't you tell me, and I'll listen?" Feng Bujue felt that there was a story here, and he was quite interested.

Hearing this, Gremory thought for a few seconds, and then slowly began to tell the story: "Back then, in Hell... Satan's party rose rapidly and was unstoppable, while Belial's faction was gradually declining; seeing that the position of King of Hell was about to change hands, Belial came up with a bad idea... he mortgaged the seventy-two greatest demons under his command to King Solomon, and reached a deal with him to 'take away his soul after death'." Speaking of this, she smiled sarcastically again, "Heh, Belial's plan was to design King Solomon's death within seventy-two days, and then he could rely on this powerful soul to make a comeback... but he didn't expect that King Solomon had secret deals with many gods, evil gods, and demigods, and it was almost impossible to take his life.

"So, Belial played out a textbook example of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice; in a situation where he was already at a disadvantage, he also wasted his main combat power in vain.

"The result later is self-evident...

"After Satan took the throne, we 'old ministers' became dispensable; anyway, Hell doesn't need us, and there are as many demons wandering in the human world as there are grains of sand... it doesn't matter if there are seventy-two more of us.

"Just like that, from the year the Babylonians invaded Jerusalem, we became a group of wanderers in the human world. It wasn't until the Crusades that Satan sent 'those four bitches' to the human world to find our whereabouts in order to fight against the then-dominant Heaven... that's when I returned to Hell's ranks."

After saying this, Gremory breathed a sigh of relief and concluded, "That's why... my position is below that 'Hehehe'."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue nodded, then said, "Hey, why didn't you ever say these things before? Even the name 'Gremory' is the first time I've heard it today."

"This is one time, that is another..." Gremory replied, "The situation is constantly changing—a few months ago, it was best if you didn't know anything; by the time I left without saying goodbye, you could already know some things; and now..."

As she spoke, she raised her right hand and began to unbutton her coat.

"Hey, hey... what are you doing..." Feng Bujue squinted at her and leaned back a little, "It's a dark and windy night, and we're alone, this isn't good..."

When he finished speaking, Gremory's unbuttoning movement also stopped.

In fact... she only unbuttoned two buttons, because she wanted to take something out of the inner pocket of her clothes...

"I don't know what's wrong with me taking out a pen." As Gremory spoke, she placed a small glass box on the coffee table. In that box... was a black quill pen. "You can use it to write on 'that book'."

"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly, and he asked half-jokingly, "Could it be that... 'as long as you write the name and method of death, the person named will die' setting?"

"You're thinking too much." Gremory replied, "At the moment, that book is just a 'draft book', and when you fill it up, it will become a 'formula book'."

"Draft book... formula book..." Feng Bujue's thoughts raced, and he muttered, "Hmm... should I calculate something on it?"

"That's not something I can answer." Gremory spread her hands, "After all... I don't have abilities like 'Truth's Fallacy'; I just received a signal to come and ensure your safety and position... and by the way, bring you the pen. As for other things... you have to solve them yourself." She stood up, "Okay, let's talk this much, I'm very busy these days, I hope when I come to see you next time, you will have made some progress."