"Since our positions are not adversarial, I see no reason to continue holding you captive.
"Besides, as a favored child of destiny who brings good fortune and avoids misfortune, even if I killed you, I probably wouldn’t gain much and might even attract so bad luck.
"However, if possible, I’d like to make a deal with you and ask you so questions...
"Of course, I’m poor, so the only thing I can offer for trade that you True Gods might be interested in is probably this item."
After finishing his words, Shiayar took out the skull of the King of Giants from his Spatial Pocket.
It was once a supre Sacred Relic of the Lord of Ashes, only to be voraciously drained by Silver when she advanced to a Legendary Species. It had also completed a descent ritual afterwards, helping Shiayar open a channel to the Echo of History. By now, the power within the skull of the King of Giants was nearly depleted, and Shiayar was uncertain of its remaining trade value.
Having done all this, Shiayar sat quietly on the bed, waiting.
The tiny rcury snake examined the skull of the King of Giants before it.
After a long while, it gently flicked its delicate forked tongue and, hissing, spoke again in that ancient language:
"A skull of a Demigod, a pinnacle Fabled Creature, that was later transford into a Sacred Relic by the Lord of Ashes...
"Even though the Power of Faith and Divinity within it are almost exhausted, it still holds so referential value.
"Tell , what do you want to know."
Shiayar thought for a mont. "I want to know the current status of my Golden Elf Instructor after the divine war of the First Era...
"I’ve asked the Sage’s Chalice about this, but it was created at the end of the First Era and couldn’t know about events prior to that."
The words of Shiayar caused the tiny rcury snake to be slightly taken aback.
It widened its amber-colored serpent eyes. "You’re talking about... the Sage’s Chalice, and a Golden Elf?"
Shiayar nodded. "Yes, I have subjugated the Knowledge Holy Chalice for my own use.
"And Hathaway Zerkin, the Black Tower’s ’1st Page Eternity,’ is my instructor.
"Without my teacher’s help, I could never have co this far."
He touched his fingertip lightly, displaying a trace of Hathaway’s essence.
This was a question that had long occupied Shiayar. He used to think that his Master was just fond of traveling, wandering through planar cracks and the Dinsional Void, not returning to the Main Material Plane for decades. But ever since he called upon his Master for help in the Echo of History of Escarnia a thousand years ago, Shiayar had noticed sothing was wrong. His Golden Elf Instructor’s constant wandering in the Astral Realm wasn’t because she was playful; rather, it seed more like a form of rule-level exile. Subsequently, when Shiayar ascended to Legendary status in the Garden of Eden, his spiritual power was perfected and transford into a spiritual ocean, allowing him to perceive his own soul and mind from a higher dinsion. He then re-examined his mories, further affirming his judgnt. The Golden Elf Sorceress who took him as her only disciple outside the main tower of the Black Tower when he was young was actually not her true form. Instead, it was more like so sort of projection or illusion, which the young Shiayar could not see through at the ti. In other words, perhaps for one Era, perhaps three Eras, the true body of the Golden Elf girl had been drifting in the depths of the Dinsional Void. Only when the barrier between the Astral Realm and the Main Material Plane thinned could she briefly interfere with the material world. For three full Eras—counted in thousands, tens of thousands of years—in the blackness and nothingness, for the briefest of monts, she could feel the light of the human world. However, whenever Shiayar asked Hathaway about it, the Golden Elf girl would skillfully avoid the topic, unwilling to discuss it with him.
Listening to Shiayar’s sincere account, the rcury Serpent gazed at him, sowhat stunned, its amber serpent eyes slowly constricting into nothing.
"That one... the only disciple of the Golden Elf.
"And that annoying counterfeit cup even recognizes you as its master."
At this mont, It finally had a faint premonition. Why had fate, which It had relied on so heavily and which had never once failed, led It to be reborn before this black-haired, black-eyed youth this ti? Fate could not be wrong. All gifts of fate had their prices secretly marked.
"I agree to the trade.
"However, I have no need for the skull of that King of Giants."
The rcury Serpent looked at Shiayar intently. "As a bargaining chip for the trade, I want to establish a contract with you."
"A contract?"
Shiayar raised an eyebrow. "I have no interest in selling my soul."
In the supernatural world, there were always those blinded by gain who chose to make pacts with demons and Evil Gods of the Abyss for various reasons. And their endings were often quite tragic. For example, Viscount Lori, the previous owner of the ’Thorns of Sin’ club, had made an equal contract with a demon from the Abyss. Then, as one might expect, the demon tricked him, and in a ga of roulette with Shiayar, he successfully had his head blown open.
The rcury Serpent’s eyes burned with intensity.
"No, not an equal contract, but a master-servant contract of the highest binding force.
"You shall be Master, and I shall be Servant."
Hearing this, Shiayar’s gaze beca profound.
Master-servant contract.
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