Castre was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly: "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 restrained the little black horse. The black net that sensed his retracting gesture automatically opened the buckle and flew up under the action of magnetism.
At the same time as it flew back, the black net was recompressed into its original cylindrical shape and fell into his hands.
The little black horse immediately got up with a grunt, and ran to the old man, shaking its head and rubbing against its master, expressing that it had been bullied by the villain again.
Castelle rubbed its big head: "Okay, don't mess with him, because I can't afford to mess with him either, just go back and sleep."
The little black horse snorted twice annoyedly, hummed twice at Luke, and then returned to his stable.
It's just that the route it went back took a detour, avoiding where Luke was.
After being coquettish to its master just now, it also knows that it has no choice but to stay away from this annoying guy, out of sight and out of mind.
The two walked back to the small church where Castre was. Under the dim light, Castre just asked, "Drink water? I only have white water here."
Luke didn't bother to talk nonsense, and went straight to the point: "How is your recovery?"
Castre's face was inexplicable, and he nodded after a while: "I can live for a few more years."
Luke has been paying people to observe the old man on a regular basis, and take some life videos from a distance with top-notch lenses, 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 go for a walk on the little black horse when he is fine.
Luke: "Where's Johnny? Have you contacted me?"
"Come to see me once..." Castre nodded, and immediately added: "But I didn't ask where he is."
As far as he was concerned, as a retired old man, he could no longer help the new knight, but there was no need to make trouble for Johnny.
Luke: "I want to make a deal with you."
"No, I won't...uh" Castre subconsciously wanted to refuse, he really had a deep memory of the word "deal".
But in his line of sight, he saw a slight white light in the two black eye sockets on the black and white skull mask opposite.
Castre suddenly suffocated, remembering the fear that he and his mount had been dominated by the bondage, and suddenly smiled wryly: "It seems that I must listen to you."
Luke nodded: "Don't worry, I'm not Mephisto. Besides, that old guy was brought back to sleep in hell by me last time, and he shouldn't come out 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, Castre was not surprised, Mephisto's stupid son is really not very smart.
The most incomprehensible thing for the old man was that Mephisto never appeared from the beginning to the end.
The St. Van Gonzal contract definitely has a very important effect on this Lord of Hell.
Castre was convinced that although the foolish son of Black Heart Demon was ambitious and wanted to seize the contract and use it himself, he was still just his father's pawn.
If Johnny hadn't described the situation after the contract of San Van Gonza was activated, Castre would have thought that the contract he gave had been dropped by Mephisto.
Mephisto is the devil of hell who likes to play with lies and deceit the most. It is not difficult to do this kind of thing when you prepare in advance.
Hearing Luke's words now, he intuitively felt that it was impossible.
But he subconsciously thought in his mind, what if Mephisto didn't want to, but couldn't get the San Van Gonzal contract? My own doubts made sense.
But even 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 dimension of hell, 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 talked to him so kindly.
Luke waved his hand: "I won't go to San Van Gunza unless I get rid of him first. 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..."
Castre frowned, and wanted to refuse again.
"I haven't finished my sentence." Luke's hand pressed down, signaling him to take a break: "The vengeful evil spirit in your body is very targeted against certain special existences. So the situation where I want you to take action is basically just Enemies of this type. However, my affairs are generally urgent, and any time saved can protect more innocent people, so you have to move to New York."
Castre's mouth moved again, but this time he shut up wisely, because Luke didn't finish talking.
"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 deaths and injuries, they also opened the gate of the underworld on Staten Island, trying to let all the same kind of underworld come in." Luke said: "I think, you shouldn't sit idly by this kind of existence, right?"
Castre was dumb for a moment, then nodded silently.
If he didn't have this sense of justice, he would have handed over the contract of St. Van Gonzale to Mephisto.
Compared with the contract of St. Vaganza, the consequences of opening the gate of the underworld in the human world are not bad at all, it is also a devastating disaster.
Luke nodded: "This is the situation you need to deal with. If necessary, I will call you to solve the root cause, or you are willing to fight mobs yourself, or save innocent people."
Castre hesitated, but... still wanted to refuse what to do.
A life of more than a hundred years is long enough for him. He has lived too long, and he really has no urge to fight.
But the little belief in justice in his heart is his persistence for more than a hundred years. If he loses this last bit of persistence, he will only be a walking dead if he continues to live.
Luke looked at his hesitation, but just continued to finish the deal: "In order to make you have enough vitality to fight, I will regularly provide you with the drug from last time—Life One. You live in New York I will try my best to help you with the required foothold and everything else. As long as you don’t want to buy an Empire State Building to live in, normal requirements are fine.”
Castre felt that this transaction was a bit wrong: why did it feel like something... Well, when he applied for the job of sheriff more than a hundred years ago, the conversation with the mayor was like this.
At most, the treatment and the work required to be done are different, but in essence... he is still the one who was hired
Feeling a little awkward, he couldn't help saying the words that mocked the mayor back then: "Then what do I want gold? Lots and lots of gold."
Luke looked at him strangely.
There are many poor ghosts in superheroes, but the first reaction of most people is to ask for money, right? This old stuff... is really retro.
Before Castile could speak, he became embarrassed: "I'm just joking..."