"Ding-ling-ling."
There was a series of rings coming from the doorbell of Einstar's house.
In the early morning when the servants were still asleep, the butler Baird got up early. He went to open the door, only to find a man in a suit and with a dignified manner standing outside.
"May I ask who you are?"
Baird asked politely.
"Oh, Mr. Baird, you are so forgetful. We have met before. Have you forgotten?"
The man smiled, took off his hat and put it on his chest.
“I’m sorry sir, Baird doesn’t quite remember, do you have something to ask our Einstar family
If it is to sell goods, I think there is no need to waste your precious time. "
Baird frowned, obviously not remembering the person's identity.
Baird felt that the man in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
"Mr. Baird, what you said really hurts me."
The man in front of him stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.
This deliberate little action made Baird's face change, and he quickly wanted to close the door.
The man stretched out his hand, risking his hand being caught, and shouted,
"No, no, no, Butler Baird! Give Hayden a chance!"
The person who came was none other than Hayden, the clown who had previously caused trouble at Einstar's house, a clown and assassin from the Interstellar Wisdom Cult.
He scratched Veronica's face and made the Einstar family's treasure, little Albert, cry.
"You are not welcome in the Einstar family."
Baird said coldly, and put more strength into his hands.
Seeing that his fingers were about to be caught by the door, Hayden gritted his teeth and pulled his hand back.
He knocked on the door and shouted loudly,
"I have important information! Information about your entire family's lives!"
In the early morning, the merchants who had already started to set up stalls turned their heads in surprise. Hayden knew that he could not continue shouting like this.
He was sulking and sat down in front of the door of Einstar's house.
"I won't leave unless you let me in."
Hayden yelled, then took out a piece of baguette from his briefcase, which was so hard that it could break a person's teeth, and began to chew it.
"Why are you making so much noise? The little guy is still sleeping."
Kirk walked out of the room upstairs, leaned on the fence and asked Baird in the main hall.
"Sorry, Mrs. Kirk, that Hayden is here again."
Baird said with a gloomy expression.
"Ah?! That crazy clown? What should we do then?"
Kirk hurried down the escalator in a panic and looked out through the peephole on the door.
"Please remain calm, ma'am. I will go and consult Mr. Eugene now."
Baird stretched out his hands, pressed them in the air, and poured Kirk a glass of water.
"Do you need me to poison you?"
Veronica appeared outside Eugene's study. Veronica, who had also heard the previous noise, witnessed it all.
The scar on her face was almost disappearing, but it still ruined the delicacy of her face.
Fortunately, it was treated promptly, otherwise the scar would have ruined her beautiful face and turned into a centipede crawling on her face.
Baird shook his head after hearing this and pointed outside the door.
“You spread the poison and we can’t go out for a few days.
What's more, the vendors outside the door are also innocent. If the epidemic spreads and hurts them, it will definitely cause trouble.
Let me discuss this with Mr. Eugene first."
Veronica opened her mouth slightly when she heard the voice. She remembered the way Hayden acted domineeringly in the living room that day, and she couldn't help but clench her hands.
Kirk, who was meticulous, noticed Veronica's little movements. As a woman herself, Kirk naturally understood the importance of a face to a woman, not to mention that Veronica was a beautiful woman.
Veronica has hardly left the house since she was injured.
Kirk knew that Veronica had a strong personality. Although she said at the time that she didn't care, she actually cried in front of the mirror every night, stroking her face.
Kirk recalled the scene where Veronica risked everything to block the knife for little Albert. She clenched her fists, opened the door herself, and walked out alone.
Hayden heard the door open, quickly put down the baguette he had been chewing, and stood up immediately.
He forced a friendly smile and stood straight.
He thought the person would be Eugene or Herman, but he didn't expect it to be Kirk.
Kirk walked quickly and decisively to Hayden and stretched out his right hand, which she, as a pianist, cherished so much.
“Bang!”
It was a crisp, right-to-left slap that stunned Hayden.
He instinctively wanted to dodge, but when he thought about what he had done in Einstar's house, he resisted the urge to dodge, and forcibly relaxed the tense muscles on the left side of his face, and took the slap.
"This slap is revenge for my son. This is the price you pay for making him cry!"
The smile on Hayden's face stopped, and when he was about to speak, Kirk took advantage of the situation and turned his right hand over, slapping him again from left to right.
“Bang!”
“This slap is because of the wound on Veronica’s face!”
After slapping him twice, Kirk shook his hands in relief. Eugene and Herman, who came down from upstairs for questioning, witnessed it all, and they looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost.
Eugene patted Hermann's shoulder gently and said meaningfully,
"Brother, it's better to be single!"
Kirk pretended not to hear, but her ears were already red. She didn't even turn her head, snorted, and sat on the sofa.
Hermann looked at Hayden, whose face was red on both sides, with a helpless smile. Hayden was trying hard to force an ugly smile.
Hermann said to himself:
"What's going on so early in the morning?"
While the door was open, Hayden brazenly stepped into Einstar's house.
Veronica turned her head away, not wanting to see the man pretending to be serious. She said coldly,
"I'm going in to look after the young master. He should be waking up soon."
Then he walked into the room and closed the door.
Hayden hung his hat on the coat rack at the door without any hesitation, then stood there with his back bent and without saying a word.
"Well, Haidun, what on earth are you doing?"
Eugene picked up the apple on the coffee table, crossed his legs and asked incoherently.
“After Hayden returned, he was severely punished by the Archmage.
Hayden needs your forgiveness before he can stand up straight. "
Hayden lowered his head, bent over at a 90-degree angle, and spoke straightforwardly.
"Forehead..."
Eugene glanced at Hermann, who shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't care.
Kirk turned his head away and said nothing.
"Hai squat, or mud first fatten
Gulu, I guess they won’t talk for a while.
Herman and I are fine, but the point is..."
Eugene chewed the sweet apple, swallowed it, and said this, secretly pointing his finger at Kirk and glancing at the room where Veronica entered.
"Hayden brought compensation and news about the Grand Master, but Hayden still hopes to be forgiven by everyone and stay with everyone."
Hayden said as he opened the briefcase next to him.
In addition to the baguette that Hayden had gnawed, the bag was filled with a whole bag of gold marks, which should be worth tens of thousands of yuan.
"Hey. Money doesn't mean much to us. Stand up straight and talk.
If you want to join our Einstar family, then you should regard this as an order from the head of the family."
Eugene waved his hand nonchalantly, but Kirk raised his fist at Eugene when he heard it.
"you!"
"Hush. Let's hear what Hayden has to say before we make a decision.
This time he was less overbearing and seemed genuine.
We shall see what he will say to convince us."
Herman held Kirk down and whispered in Kirk's ear.
"Humph! I'll go up and check on Veronica. She must be unhappy."
Kirk glanced at Herman and trotted upstairs, lifting her skirt.
There were only a few men left in the square banquet hall. Baird reached behind Hayden and pulled out a flintlock and pointed it at Hayden's back.
"Don't try to play the same tricks as last time."
Baird threatened coldly.
Hayden raised his hands and held the back of his head.
“I have no ill will and I will not allow any ill will.
I didn't bring any weapons with me this time, you can check if you don't believe me."
Eugene winked at Baird, and Baird pushed Hayden's back and forced him into a corner.
Hayden cooperated with Baird's search throughout, just as he said he would.
After completing the body search, Baird still said to Hayden cautiously,
“It’s true that we don’t have any weapons, but for the sake of safety, please take off all your clothes.
I need to check if your organization has carved any magic circles on your body."
Hayden smiled bitterly and turned to Eugene and said,
"Mr. Eugene, I do have a magic circle on me, but it is used to conclude a master-servant contract with you. It is also one of the gifts sent by the Grand Mage."
After that, Hayden began to take off his clothes.
First the gloves, then the coat, shirt, and finally the lining.
It was not until Hayden took off his upper body clothes that Eugene and Herman seemed to see what happened to Hayden.
Hayden had a lot of knife scars on his hands, which had healed but left terrible marks.
There were large strips of burns on Hayden's chest. One could imagine the great wizard grinning as he used the branding iron to leave such scars on Hayden's body.
On the back was a large area of skin corroded by acid, which looked like a bumpy swamp.
On the only intact piece of skin on the chest, a mini magic circle was carved with a needle and thread made of gold wire. However, the magic circle was not activated at the moment and looked like a tattoo.
Only after Hayden took off all his clothes and Baird checked even the soles of Hayden's feet did he discover that Hayden seemed to have suffered inhuman torture before this trip. And just as Hayden himself said, there was only this one magic circle on his body.
Hayden pointed to the briefcase he had brought with him and said,
“There is a contract inside. As long as Master Eugene or Master Herman signs it, Hayden will become your most loyal slave.
I will carry out every order given by my master, including ordering me to die, otherwise I will be killed by the backlash of the magic circle.
Please read the contract for detailed terms. "
Hermann shook his head.
"Don't talk about the contract yet, just put on your clothes first.
It hurts me just looking at it.”
"Okay, this is the Archmage's punishment for my failed mission. I deserve it."
Hayden laughed at himself and put on his clothes hastily.
"Baird, make a pot of tea.
Since he came with sincerity, we can’t let him just stand there like an idiot.”
Eugene held his forehead and said helplessly.
"Yes, Mr. Eugene.
How about regular black tea?"
Baird rolled his eyes at Hayden and spoke provocatively.
“Darjeeling black tea, this is basic respect.”
Eugene waved his hand.
"Well, Mr. Hayden, please take a seat."
"Mr. Eugene, would you like to see the contract first?"
Hayden sat down and handed over the contract.
Eugene frowned, obviously unhappy.
"Let's put this aside for now, let's first talk about you just shouting at the door that there is a piece of news that concerns our lives.
Rather than taking control of your life, I am more concerned about my safety and the safety of my family."
Herman felt warm at heart when he heard this. Although Eugene looked careless at ordinary times, he was very reliable at critical moments.
"Is your Interstellar Wisdom Cult planning some big move?"
Hermann guessed.
Hayden shook his head, looked at Herman and Eugene with some sadness in his eyes and said,
“Please confirm the contract first, sir. I can only tell you after the contract is signed.
Otherwise, my mission would have failed.
If this mission fails...
I probably won’t see the sun tomorrow.”
Since Hayden said so, Eugene had to take the contract from Hayden's hand and look at it carefully.
"Baird, can you see if there is any problem?"
After reading it, Eugene handed the contract to Baird, who was more familiar with the mysterious side.
Baird read every word, fearing that there might be some trap for backlash between the lines. He shook his head at the end.
“This is a real slave contract, and once you sign it, you can have the power of life and death over him, just as Hayden said.
Moreover, the terms of this contract were very overbearing. Even if Hayden showed any rebellious thoughts or any desire to hurt his master, the magic circle would be activated, causing him to feel pain as if he was being bitten by ten thousand ants at the same time.
If Hayden does anything against his master's will, he will also be punished."
"Is it dangerous?"
Hermann asked doubtfully.
"No, the signatory will have full control. I have rarely seen such overbearing clauses."
Baird sighed.
"That's right, because I am one of the gifts sent by the Archmage."
Hayden repeated,
“The damage I have done to the Einstar family can only be repaid with my life.
This is the Master's intention, and it is also my most sincere apology.
Only after the members of the Einstar family signed the contract, I was allowed to reveal that news.
If you two feel troubled, you can sign the contract and order me to commit suicide after hearing the news. "
Herman and Eugene looked at each other, both of them looking troubled.
"You sign?"
"You sign?"
"I'll sign."