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Castre was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "So it was you."

He looked at his little friend again: "There's no need for this, it's just a little irritable."

Luke stretched out his hand and aimed at the black net that bound the little dark horse. The black net that sensed his retraction gesture automatically opened the buckle and flew up under the action of magnetic force.

At the same time as it flew back, the black net was recompressed and assembled into the original cylindrical shape, which fell into his hands.

The little dark horse immediately got up and ran to the old man's side, shaking his head and rubbing his master, indicating that he was bullied by this bad guy again.

Castrei rubbed its big head: "Okay, don't mess with him, because I can't afford it either, just go back to sleep."

The little black horse snorted twice in annoyance, snorted twice at Luke, and returned to his stable.

It's just that the route it went back went around in a circle, avoiding Luke's location.

After acting coquettishly at the master just now, it also knew that it had no choice but to stay away from this annoying guy.

The two walked back to the chapel where Castre was located. Under the dim light, Castre just asked, "Do you want to drink water? I only have white water here."

Luke was too lazy to talk nonsense, and went straight to the topic: "How are you recovering?"

Castree looked inexplicable, and nodded after a moment: "There are a few more years to live."

Luke has been spending money for people to observe the old man on a regular basis, and the top camera lens takes some life videos from a distance, but the old man can't find it at all.

On the surface, the old man's spirit has indeed improved a lot, and he can even ride a little black horse out for a walk.

Luke: "Where's Johnny? Have you contacted you?"

"See me once..." Castrei nodded, and immediately added: "But I didn't ask where he was."

As far as he is concerned, the retired old man can no longer help the new knight, but there is no need to find trouble for Johnny.

Luke: "I want to make a deal with you."

"No, I won't... uh" Castrei subconsciously wanted to refuse,

He remembered the word "deal" very well.

But in his line of sight, he saw a slight white light in the two black eye sockets on the black and white skeleton mask on the opposite side.

Castrei suddenly suffocated, remembering the fear that he and his mount were once bound and dominated, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "It seems that I have to listen to you."

Luke nodded: "Don't worry, I'm not Mephisto. Besides, the old guy was brought back to sleep in hell by me last time, and he shouldn't come out to play for ten years."

Castre was stunned: "What?"

Johnny told him about the result of the last battle with the Black Heart Demon.

The Black Heart Demon lost in a mess, and it was not surprising that Castrele, the stupid son of Mephisto was really not very smart.

The most difficult thing for the old man to understand is that Mephisto has never appeared from beginning to end.

The contract of St. Van Gonzalo definitely plays a very important role in the Lord of Hell.

Castre was convinced that although the stupid son of the Black Heart Demon was ambitious and wanted to seize the contract and use it himself, he was always just his father's pawn.

If it wasn't for Johnny's description of the situation after the contract of St. Vincent was activated, Castrell would have thought that the contract he gave was sacked by Mephisto.

Mephisto is the devil of hell who likes to play lies and deceit the most. It is not difficult to do such a thing if you prepare in advance.

Listening to Luke's words now, he intuitively felt that it was impossible.

But he thought subconsciously in his mind, what if Mephisto didn't want to, but couldn't get the contract of St. Vincent? His doubts made sense.

But greater doubts followed: that was Mephisto!

As the lord of hell and the king of demons, he has his own plane dimension, and his real body has always existed in it.

In the hell dimension, Mephisto is powerful.

There are indeed people who can defeat him in hell, but... Castre didn't think that such a terrifying existence would appear in front of him, and he spoke to him so kindly.

Luke waved his hand: "If I don't get him first, I won't go to San Fangangza. Let's not talk about this monster, let's talk about our deal. In a word, when I need it, you must do your best..."

Castrese frowned and tried to refuse again.

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Luke's hand pressed down, motioning him to take a breath: "The evil spirit of vengeance in your body has a strong target to deal with some special beings. So the situation where I want you to take action is basically just that This kind of enemy. But I'm usually in a hurry, and saving any time can protect more innocent people, so you have to move closer to New York."

Castrese's mouth moved again, but this time he shut up wisely, because Luke's words weren't over yet.

"Do you know the kind of "dead ghosts" that appeared in New York not long ago? Not only did they wreak havoc in the New York City area, causing countless casualties, but they also opened the door to the underworld on Staten Island, trying to bring in all the same kind in the underworld." Luke said: "I think, you shouldn't sit back and watch this kind of existence, right?"

Castree was dumbfounded for a moment, then nodded silently.

If he didn't have this righteous heart, he would have handed the St. Vincent's contract to Mephisto.

Compared with the St. Verganza contract, the consequences of opening the door to the underworld in the world are not bad at all, and it is a devastating disaster.

Luke nodded: "What you need to deal with is this situation. If necessary, I will call you to solve the root cause together, or you can fight mobs yourself and save innocent people."

Castree hesitated, but... he still wanted to refuse.

A hundred years of life is long enough for him, he has lived too long, and he really has no urge to fight.

But the belief in justice in his heart is his persistence for more than a hundred years. If he loses this last persistence, continuing to live is just a walking corpse.

Luke looked at his hesitation, but just continued to finish the content of the deal: "In order to give you enough energy to fight, I will regularly provide you with the drug from the last time-Life One. You are in New York. I'll try my best to help you with the settlement and everything else you need to live in. As long as you don't want to buy an Empire State Building to live in and play, normal requirements are fine."

Castrei felt that the deal was a little off: how could it feel like that... Well, that's the tone of the conversation he had with the mayor when he was applying for a job as a sheriff more than a hundred years ago.

At best the treatment and the work required to be done are different, but in essence...he's still the one who was hired?

Feeling a little awkward, he couldn't help but say a sentence that mocked the mayor back then: "Then what about gold? A lot of gold."

Luke looked at him strangely.

There are many poor ghosts in superheroes, but most people's first reaction is to ask for money, right? This old thing... it's really retro.

Castre's words were just out of his mouth, and he became embarrassed: "I'm joking..."