The Devil’s Infirmary — The Devil's Price

Let's meet the devil's son again. See what new curses he can come up with. Daring to scheme behind our backs. I'll pound him to a pulp.

Luka, Luka. Summon the demon, ask him my future. Luka, Luka.

What's on the math test next week? Luka, Luka. When will Dad give me allowance? You think the demon sees anyone?

My fortune-telling costs money. Fifty yuan per question. This devil's son, he's quite the profiteer.

This is my chance. Go ask him. Want to know your fate? If you follow my commands,

I can summon the demon who sells the city And tells upcoming misfortune. Any question, no matter how long counts as one question?

Yes. No matter how short, counts as one too? Yes.

You've just asked two questions. Now pay up. Those two don't count. The moment you spoke,

the count started. You asked two questions in a row, and I answered both. No money,

and the demon may punish you. To get this hundred yuan, you must bet me. Or I'll tell your teacher

you extort classmates. Who's scared? Someone once told me if you fold paper 30 times,

it's higher than Everest. Truth or lie — your call? I bet it's true. You'll lose for sure.

Seems you're a clever one. But I still win. Theoretically, yes, but paper bend limit

without tearing— 30 folds is impossible. Premise fails. You said it.

Truly Lady Ting. If Luca's demon spawn, our Lady Ting's angel's child. Fair's fair.

Forecast with the astrolabe now. Cross me, you'll regret it. What do you ask?

Place your palm on it. Don't say I didn't warn. A demon's relic— not for just anyone.

What the hell is this? Child, your end is near. This is your death face.

Satisfied? What dead cat? What moving plate? You'd better explain.

I warned you don't poke me. If you die, it's your own fault.