Castre was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly: "So it's you."
He looked at his friend again: "There's no need to be like this, it's just a little irritable."
Luke stretched out his hand and aimed at the black net that bound the little black horse. Sensing his retracting gesture, the black net automatically opened the buckle and flew up under the action of magnetism.
As it flew back, the black net was compressed and reassembled into its original cylindrical shape and fell into his hands.
The little black horse immediately got up, ran to the old man, and rubbed against his owner, shaking his head, indicating that he had been bullied by this bad guy again.
Castre rubbed its big head and said, "Okay, don't mess with him, because I can't afford to mess with him either. Just go back and have some sleep."
The little black horse snorted twice in annoyance, snorted at Luke twice, and then went back to its own stable.
However, its route back was a detour, avoiding Luke's location.
After acting coquettishly to its owner just now, it also knew that it could do nothing about this annoying guy. It could only stay away from him so that it wouldn’t be annoyed.
The two walked back to the small church where Castre was. Under the dim light, Castre simply asked, "Would you like some water? I only have plain water here."
Luke didn't bother talking nonsense and went straight to the point: "How are you recovering?"
Castre looked puzzled, and nodded after a moment: "I can live a few more years."
Luke has been paying people to observe the old man regularly, using top-notch cameras to record his daily life from a distance, which the old man cannot detect at all.
From the looks of it, the old man is indeed in much better spirits, and he can even ride his little black horse out for a stroll when he has nothing to do.
Luke: "Where's Johnny? Has he contacted you?"
"He came to see me once..." Casterley nodded, and immediately added: "But I didn't ask where he was."
For him, as a retired old man, he could no longer provide any help to the new knight, but there was no need to cause trouble for Johnny.
Luke: "I want to make a deal with you."
"No, I won't... uh" Castre subconsciously wanted to refuse. He had a deep memory of the word "deal".
But in his sight, he saw a faint white light shining in the two black eye sockets on the black and white skull mask opposite.
Casterley suddenly choked, remembering the fear that he and his mount had once felt when they were tied up, and he immediately smiled bitterly: "It seems that I must hear you out."
Luke nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not Mephisto. Besides, I sent that old guy back to Hell last time. He won't come out for another ten years."
Castre was stunned: "What?"
Johnny told him the result of the last battle with Blackheart.
Casterel was not surprised that Blackheart lost miserably, because Mephisto's stupid son was really not very smart.
What the old man found most difficult to understand was that Mephisto never appeared from beginning to end.
The Contract of Saint Vanganza definitely plays a very important role for the Lord of Hell.
Castre was sure that although Blackheart's foolish son was ambitious and wanted to seize the contract for his own use, he was always just a pawn of his father.
If Johnny hadn't described what happened after the St. Vanganza Contract was activated, Castre would have really thought that the contract he gave was replaced by Mephisto.
Mephisto is the devil from hell who loves to play lies and deception the most. If he is prepared in advance, it is not difficult for him to do this.
Now, hearing what Luke said, he intuitively felt that it was impossible.
But he subconsciously thought, what if Mephisto didn't want to, but couldn't get the contract from Saint Vanganza? His doubts would then make sense.
But a bigger doubt arises: That’s Mephisto!
As the lord of hell and the king of demons, he has his own dimension, where his true body always exists.
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 talk to him so kindly.
Luke waved his hand and said, "I won't go to San Fangangsa unless I take care of him first. Let's not talk about this monster, let's talk about our deal. In other words, when I need you, you must do your best..."
Castre's brows furrowed, and he wanted to refuse again.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Luke lowered his hand, signaling him to rest. "The vengeful evil spirit in your body is very targeted against certain special beings. So the situations in which I need you to take action are basically just against this type of enemy. But my matters are usually more urgent, and any bit of time saved can protect more innocent people, so you have to move to the vicinity of New York."
Castre's mouth moved again, but this time he shut up tactfully because Luke hadn't finished speaking yet.
"Do you know the 'dead ghosts' that appeared in New York not long ago? Not only did they wreak havoc in downtown New York, causing countless casualties, they also opened the gate to the underworld on Staten Island, trying to let all of their kind in the underworld in." Luke said, "I think you wouldn't sit idly by and watch this kind of existence, right?"
Castre was silent for a moment and nodded silently.
If he didn't have this sense of justice, he would have handed the Contract of Saint Vanganza to Mephisto long ago.
Compared to the Saint Vanganza Contract, the consequences of opening the door to the underworld in the human world are no less severe, and it is also a devastating disaster.
Luke nodded. "This is what you need to deal with. If necessary, I will ask you to help me solve the root cause, or you can fight monsters and save innocent people if you want."
Castre hesitated, but... he still wanted to refuse.
A life of more than a hundred years is long enough for him, but he has lived too long and has no urge to fight anymore.
But the belief in justice in his heart is what he has persisted in for more than a hundred years. If he loses this last bit of persistence, he will be just a walking corpse if he continues to live.
Luke saw his hesitation, but continued to explain the deal: "In order to give you enough energy to fight, I will regularly provide you with the drug I used last time - Life One. I will try my best to help you with everything else you need to live in New York. As long as you don't want to buy the Empire State Building to live in, any normal request is fine."
Castre felt that this deal was a bit off: why did it feel like that... Well, this was the tone of his conversation with the mayor when he applied for the job of sheriff more than a hundred years ago.
At most the remuneration and the work required to be done are different, but in essence... is he still the one who was hired
Feeling a little awkward, he couldn't help but say the same words he used to mock the mayor: "What about gold? Lots and lots of gold."
Luke looked at him oddly.
There are many poor guys in superheroes, but most people's first reaction is to ask for money, right? This old guy... is really retro.
As soon as Castre said this, he became embarrassed: "I was just kidding..."