Gospel of Blood

Chapter 109: She... isn't Charlotte!

Charlotte's promise relieved Count Tulip.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out a silver scroll from his pocket. But as soon as he took it out, Sebastian snatched it directly.

"It's indeed a contract scroll from the Contract God, and it's the highest level of contract."

Sebastian glanced over it roughly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to Charlotte.

Charlotte didn't care about the level of the contract at all. She nodded slightly and said.

"Let's begin then."

"Let's begin."

Sebastian threw the scroll back to Count Tulip.

Catching the scroll, Count Tulip was somewhat puzzled.

Is the other party really willing to let him go?

He couldn't believe that both of them didn't understand the value of the contract scroll. This was the highest-level magical contract!

Violating the highest-level magical contract meant being marked by the spirit of the contract, becoming a renouncer, and being cursed by the Contract God.

Although the other party was protected by the evil god and might not care about the curse, all renouncers would leave tracking marks in the Contract Church and be pursued by the Contract Church.

Of course, nowadays, the Contract Church has long merged with the Holy Court.

The enforcement of pursuing renouncers, once carried out by the Contract Guardians, was now under the jurisdiction of the Holy Court's Inquisition. Many times, the Contract Guardians only needed to provide a list to the Inquisition, and the Inquisition would dispatch Judgment Knights to hunt them down.

In other words, if the other party really violated the contract, they'd be pursued by the Holy Court.

Ordinary renouncers would at most be imprisoned or fined by the church. But for heretics... that was no different from seeking death.

Count Tulip was filled with doubts. But he couldn't think of any loopholes.

After all... he had only heard that the Holy Court was even more ruthless in pursuing renouncers than the former Contract Church, but he had never heard of anyone being able to live carefree after becoming a renouncer.

With a nervous heart, under Sebastian's supervision, Count Tulip infused magic into the scroll.

The next moment, the silver scroll ignited, and a phantom slowly rose from the flames.

Its appearance was much like the genie in the lamp from Aladdin.

The Contract Spirit.

This was a special spirit summoned by the contract scroll, with only a vague self-awareness, loyal not to any existence but to the contracts they maintained, specifically helping mortals sign contracts.

A dignified and sacred aura slowly rose, and the Contract Spirit indifferently said.

"Mortals, state your vows!"

Count Tulip became solemn.

He took a deep breath and swore towards the flames.

"I, Anthony de Borde, swear to the Contract God, as long as Charlotte de Castell is willing to swear to let me leave safely, I will provide her with the true and accurate location for the final ritual of the Blood Demon Cult and keep all her secrets. If violated, the contract may punish!"

As he finished his words, the Spirit of the Contract radiated brilliance, enveloping Count Tulip, and its solemn and indifferent voice echoed once again.

"Your oath has been received by the contract."

Count Tulip breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the girl.

"Charlotte, it's your turn."

Charlotte looked with interest at the Contract Spirit before her.

She could sense the faint divine power fluctuations emanating from it.

This Contract Spirit was naturally part of the contract magic.

"I, Charlotte de Castell, swear to the Contract God, if Anthony de Borde provides me with the true and accurate location for the final ritual of the Blood Demon Cult, I will let him leave safely. If violated... the contract may punish."

Charlotte said calmly.

After speaking, she saw the Contract Spirit once again radiate brilliance, enveloping her.

The familiar crimson once again filled her vision.

The scarlet text slowly emerged...

[The Gospel of Blood detected an ongoing ritual: Contract Spirit's Soul Contract]

[Ritual Name: Contract Spirit's Soul Contract]

[Caster: Contract Spirit]

[Recipient: Charlotte de Castell]

[Ritual Effect: The Contract Spirit, a servant of the Contract God, utilizes divine power to assist mortals in forming oaths. Violators will be cursed by the Contract God and marked by the contract.]

[Interception Probability Assessment: 100%]

[Proceed with interception?]

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However, just as Charlotte, enveloped in light, was about to modify the ritual, she saw the Contract Spirit suddenly tremble.

Its imposing figure suddenly shrank, as if in an instant, from the lofty Contract Spirit to a nervous little wandering soul...

And its appearance also became angular, looking a bit square...

The Contract Spirit leaned slightly towards Charlotte, its voice respectful but with a hint of nervousness.

"Your... your promise, the contract witnessed it."

Seeing the Contract Spirit's change, Charlotte was stunned.

At the same time, she was surprised to find out that the Contract Spirit didn't continue to let her complete the contract but took the initiative to retract the magical ritual.

It really just "witnessed" it.

And didn't "accept" it.

"Thus, the contract is established..."

It said cautiously.

The Contract Spirit hurriedly bowed to Charlotte, and its figure quickly dissipated with a "pop."

While its arrival was majestic, its departure was faster than a rabbit, as if afraid to stay here for one more second.

And Charlotte sensed that she was not bound by the contract at all...

This Contract Spirit actually skipped the restriction on her directly and let her off!

Charlotte couldn't help but look at Count Tulip, but she found that he had relaxed completely, apparently not noticing the change in the Contract Spirit.

No, as a common extraordinary, he couldn't see the other party at all.

He could only see the flames of the contract.

It was Sebastian, who had signed the Blood Contract with her, who witnessed everything and looked at Charlotte with increasingly fanatical eyes.

The Contract Spirit's Soul Contract targeted mortals.

For the Lady of the Night, who was not mortal, it naturally couldn't restrain her!

Indeed worthy of the Lady of the Night!

Even if the ritual wasn't changed, this contract... had already become a unilateral vow that Count Tulip must fulfill!

"Now, can you tell me everything?"

With the ritual completed, Charlotte smiled at Count Tulip.

Feeling the binding of the contract in his soul, Count Tulip gritted his teeth and said.

"The ritual of the Blood Demon Cult is a sequel to the summoning by the Flame Demon ten years ago. And the location of the ritual is in the exact center of the abandoned city area, where the Flame Demon Valaroka was defeated ten years ago..."

"In there, there's a hidden passage leading to an underground temple about thirty meters deep. That's the final ritual location."

The abandoned city area...

Noting the location provided by Count Tulip, Charlotte thought for a moment.

She stood up, put away the scroll recording the crimes of nobles and the High Priests, and walked out of the study.

"Wait! I'm done speaking, can you let me leave now?"

Count Tulip hurriedly asked.

Charlotte glanced at him and said to Sebastian.

"Tie him up and disable his magic pool."

Sebastian smiled faintly.

"I will obey your command."

Watching the girl and the malicious fire elf gradually leave, Count Tulip widened his eyes.

"No! You can't violate the contract! How can you violate the contract!"

"Being marked by the contract, do you really think the evil god can protect you! You are only mortals after all! You will inevitably be hunted by the Holy Court!"

"Are you insane!"

Sebastian lifted the shouting Count Tulip.

He snapped his fingers and took out a set of ropes from the storage space, elegantly tying him up. Then he leaned over and whispered softly in Count Tulip's ear.

"Your Excellency, what you said is correct. Mortals indeed cannot violate the contract."

"However, unfortunately, the great master is not in this category."

"The great... master?"

Hearing his words, Count Tulip was about to mock, but suddenly realized something, his eyes widened.

Watching the petite figure disappear from his sight, gradually, he began to tremble, his face turned pale.

"She... she she she... she's not Charlotte!"

"She is the resurrected Evil God!"