Mystery: The Returner of the Stars

Chapter 274 Contract, Greg Carrie

How could the old man speak at this time? Did he see something?
Leonard kept his expression on the surface. It was impossible for him to communicate with the old man easily and happily in front of Klein, even though he had a very good friendship with Klein.

After the two separated, Leonard found a secluded place and began to ask the old man what he meant.

"It doesn't mean anything, it's literally. Don't you think that Mr. Ards is very kind?"

Leonard scratched his head and said: "He seems quite kind, but he always feels that he is not simple, as if he is hiding some big secret."

"Hey, it's rare that you are so smart."

"..." Leonard wanted to curse.

"It's useless for you to know his identity, but something big happened today."

"whats the matter?"

"In the spirit world, a certain dead person crawled out of the underworld of death."

Leonard became interested and asked, "Which existence is it?"

"Do you know who owns the underworld?"

"I don't know, old man, can't you go into more detail?"

"No."

"..."

Leonard took a deep breath, telling himself in his heart not to be angry with an old man.

……

Southern Continent, Balam Empire, Imperial Chamber.

"The latest news is that the Artificial Death Project has succeeded!"

"How could it be successful all of a sudden!"

"It may be related to the recent large-scale war in the Southern Continent. The breath of death has always been God's favorite, and it is also the best sacrifice to promote His recovery. This is why those lunatics are actively promoting the war."

After a brief silence, a powerful voice sounded: "Where is our god now? It's time for us to meet him back before letting the pale flames sweep across the northern continent."

"I don't know. The people who made the God of Death also don't know where the god is going. Today's resurrection is not in their plan."

"Then let us win this war as a congratulatory gift to God's resurrection."

……

Just this thing?
In the room on the second floor of the castle, Hastur and Sharon stared at the messenger who finally came from the spirit world. It was a bird with golden feathers, about the size of a head, and its wings were barely one meter long. It seemed to be emitting a ball of golden flames all over its body, and there was a slightly illusory golden crown on its head that hadn't been fully solidified yet.

Hastur tentatively asked: "Are you willing to be my exclusive messenger?"

The golden bird nodded, with pure and innocent eyes in its eyes, like the eyes of a newborn baby, without any impurities.

"How fast are you delivering letters?"

"Chirp."

The golden bird spread its wings and flew, its body merged into the spirit world, and flew out of the spirit world after a while.

This means that it sends messages very quickly, so you don't need to worry about this problem.

"Sharon, what do you think?"

When Hastur suddenly asked her this question, Sharon subconsciously replied, "It's pretty cute."

She quickly reacted and added: "It looks very unusual."

"Chirp!"

The golden bird raised its head slightly, like neatly arranged golden wings, which was extremely eye-catching.

This bird looks very rich.

It doesn't look like a spirit world creature either, more like a domesticated special letter bird.

"Well, then let's sign a contract."

Hastur picked up the black round-bellied pen and tan parchment that he had prepared long ago, and quickly wrote the contract in the ancient Hermes language that leveraged natural forces.

The format and clauses generally include that the messenger cannot peep at the contents of the letter, discard the letter, and endanger the lives of the contractors.

In order to ensure the binding force of the contract, the last part needs to fill in the honorable name of the god of the domain.

Logically speaking, this is a necromantic contract, and the honorable name of the god of death must be used normally, but the god of death has already fallen. Although he has not died yet, he has no longer responded, and the binding force is insufficient.

Moreover, Hastur felt that the origin of this golden bird might be very big, so after thinking about it, he chose to fill in the return of the stars.

Let the stars be the witness of this contract, which can effectively ensure that the other party will hardly violate the content of the contract.

After Hastur wrote it and checked it twice, he handed the contract to the golden bird.

It lowered its head and held the parchment filled with the content of the contract in its beak, and flew to the table next to it, carefully looking at every word symbol in the contract.

Finally, it stretched out its right wing, clicked on a certain part of the contract, and made a chirping sound.

Hastur walked over and saw that it was a clause about the freedom of the messenger.

According to his thinking, the courier has no freedom, and must be guaranteed to be on call without any complaints.

Hastur asked tentatively, "You want a certain degree of freedom?"

"Chirp!"

Hastur thought for a while and said: "Well, we don't disturb each other on weekdays, but when I need to deliver a letter, you should come as much as possible."

"Chirp."

There was a smile on Hastur's face, "I have made some concessions, so do you need to give me a little compensation?"

The golden bird tilted its head and thought for a while, then nodded.

"If I need any help in the future, you must do your best to help me. Of course, in return, I will give you a generous reward."

"Chirp."

"If there is no other objection, we will sign the contract."

Hastur slightly revised the contract content on the parchment, and showed it to the golden bird for a look. Both parties had no objections, and Hastur took a pen to write his name on it: Hastur Campbell.

After Hastur signed, the parchment floated into the air and came to the golden bird.

It looked at its dark red beak, then looked at the wings on both sides, thought for a long time, and finally chose to lightly touch the parchment with its protruding beak
A golden flame flickered, and a name appeared on it: Grace Carrie.

"Gregorie...that name sounds nice and familiar."

Hastur looked at the name, murmured, then seemed to think of something, and looked at the head-sized golden bird in disbelief.

It looks chubby when it folds its wings, and its eyes reveal the purity of a newborn baby, and occasionally when it is in a daze, it is a little silly.

Could this thing be the ancestor of the phoenix, Gray Carrie?
"Come here, let me see."

Hastur put away the parchment, and then stretched out his hand to beckon the little bird named Gregory. It landed firmly on Hastur's shoulder and looked at him with its head turned slightly.

"Gregorie, is that really your name?"

"Chirp."

"Do you still have any memories of the past?"

"Chirp?"

"Can not remember?"

"Chirp."

"Why can't you speak?"

"Chirp."

"You are too lazy to say?"

"Chirp!"

……

Hastur asked a lot of questions, but the answer in exchange was only a chirp. Fortunately, there was an occasional change in tone, so that Hastur could roughly hear some of its answers.

"You can go back now, and I will call you again when I need it."

"Chirp."

Surrounded by golden flames, the little bird naturally opened the door to the spirit world, and passed away like a stream of light.

In the spirit world, in a place that Hastur and Sharon have never seen, it held its head high, spread its wings wildly, roared past and flew to the underworld, with a pair of phoenix eyes sweeping across, its small body exuded an indescribable air. Seeing the majesty of the gaze, all spirit world creatures trembled.

It wasn't until it flew into the depths of the underworld that it let out a cry, and its body expanded rapidly.

From the size of the head, the body continued to grow, one foot, ten feet, one hundred feet... Finally, it turned into a huge fire phoenix that seemed to cover the sky and the sun. The golden crown on the top of the head was as dazzling as the sun.

The desolate underworld, which had been silent for an unknown number of years, finally welcomed back its owner again.

……

On this day, the Church of the Evernight Goddess received an oracle from the goddess, ordering the members of the church who were still in the Southern Continent to leave the Southern Continent and return to Backlund.

At the same time, other orthodox gods also issued oracles with similar content, only the Church of Eternal Flame did not have an oracle.

On this day, the Balam Empire launched a large-scale war, intending to wipe out the turmoil in the southern continent in one fell swoop, and then sent troops to the north.

On this day, the uncrowned king who had been wandering in the sea went to the Abyss of Storms to provoke again, causing the gods to descend again, and endless thunder shrouded all the nearby sea areas.

On this day, in the violent sea known as the restricted area of ​​the sea, the surrounding storm and thunder gradually dispersed, attracting many pirates to come to explore.

……

None of this has anything to do with Hastur, who is about to visit the Grand Duke of South Wales.

Originally, he didn't want to make this trip so early, but the Grand Duke of Southwell directly sent an invitation card, which was supposed to be a 20th birthday dinner for his eldest son.

In fact, Hastur was urged to meet him, the ruler of South Wales.

Following the invitation came a letter of reprimand from a member of the royal family.

The letter severely accused Hastur of being a mystery during this period of time, not visiting the Grand Duke of South Wells in time, ignoring the king's high hopes for him, and so on.

Hastur had no choice but to pack up his things, bought a gift by the way, and took Sharon and Azshara to the carriage.

As for Caius, Hasta let him stay in the castle and was responsible for repairing those roads, and at the same time repaired the castle a little bit to make it look younger.

(End of this chapter)