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Hobert didn't acknowledge any prior relationship with him. After the contract took effect, he asked, "Have we t in the spirit world before? Or rather, were you waiting for there?"
"Indeed," Beverly said. "I can sense a unique aura on you. You seem to be hiding a great secret."
So that was it. Hobert had thought he was attracting creatures because of Mr. Azik, but it turned out they were drawn to the aura within him.
Hobert simply smiled and didn't pursue the topic. He suddenly thought of another "use" for the ssenger: "If I need help in a fight, can I ask for your assistance?"
He wondered how skilled the Tudor family's young lady was in combat.
"Yes," Beverly replied. "The reward is donuts, or a piece of wood from your cane."
How much did she love donuts!
Hobert roughly understood that Beverly could sense the aura of the "Nation of Disorder" on him and could also perceive the magical items produced by the "Nation of Disorder."
After the coffin returned to the spirit world, Hobert blew out the candles, tidied up his desk, and sat on the edge of the bed to rest for a mont. Just as he was about to go ho, he suddenly heard a prayer from the "Nation of Disorder."
Hobert imdiately entered the "Nation of Disorder" and saw the star representing Rafter flickering in the pool, spreading its spirituality. He saw Rafter in a cetery.
The grave had been dug open, and the coffin had been pried open. By the light of a bright lantern, Rafter held a wooden box containing the mutated fire rose spider and prayed to the "Creator": "...Mysterious and great being, I have co to Conant as you instructed and dug out the Beyonder materials hidden in the coffin.
"What should I do next? Also, I feel that my every move is being watched. How can I get rid of them?"
Hobert used "True Sight" to look around and indeed saw two people watching from the depths of the cetery.
To Hobert's surprise, there was no ambush, only two people keeping watch.
But then he thought about it, and it made sense. After all, this was just a wild Beyonder organization, quite different from official organizations. They had limited manpower and couldn't deploy heavy forces here around the clock.
...
Desi County, on the outskirts of Conant, in Bostan Cetery.
Next to a dug-open grave, Rafter had a lantern beside him, its light illuminating his devout gaze, but the area below his eyes was covered with a strip of cloth.
After the prayer, Rafter waited for a response from that great being. As for the people watching him, he didn't take them to heart. He knew very well that those two would wait patiently to see if he had any accomplices.
Or perhaps so of them had already gone to report and were gathering more companions to co over. In any case, they wouldn't act for the ti being.
This made Rafter even more fearless. Now he could be sure that the "Creator's" mission must have a deeper aning.
He could feel that the material in his hand was of a high level, but such a powerful and mysterious being couldn't be attracted by just this one material.
This should involve a struggle between Beyonder organizations, perhaps even a battle at the level of gods.
In that case, that mysterious being must have already arranged a way for him to escape, since this Beyonder material was still in his hands.
Although Rafter couldn't see the whole picture, he was excited to be involved in such a struggle, even if he was being used as a pawn. The Pound family hadn't played even the slightest role in the Beyonder world for many years.
While Rafter was lost in thought, a figure suddenly appeared on the tombstone next to him.
This person wore a windbreaker, carried a cane, and wore a black crystal mask with occult patterns on his face.
Rafter's heart trembled. This person's eyes were cold, as if he wanted to kill!
Fortunately, he wasn't here to kill Rafter. The figure disappeared again, and then Rafter heard screams from the woods.
Rafter looked in the direction of the sound. By the light of the crimson moon, he only saw corpses falling to the ground.
A figure darted out of the woods, holding a short sword, his face full of horror, desperately trying to escape.
But the masked man appeared in front of the man with the short sword like a ghost. The knife in his hand, which glead coldly even in the dark night, thrust forward, piercing the enemy's chest and exiting from his back.
Rafter was shocked because the enemy's short sword also pierced the masked man's chest at the sa ti.
The masked man pulled out his knife, and the enemy fell to the ground. Strangely, the enemy's short sword also fell to the ground. Although he had stabbed the masked man, he hadn't pierced the masked man's flesh.
Rafter stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a mont.
The battle just now was clean and efficient, even far exceeding Rafter's understanding of Beyonder combat.
But what surprised Rafter was still to co. The corpse that had fallen in the woods suddenly got up and jumped out of the woods, then lay down next to the corpse of the enemy holding the short sword.
The masked man stared at the two corpses for a few seconds. Soon, a magical light appeared on both corpses. The masked man seed to pick up two items from the corpses, and then the two corpses rolled over and hugged each other.
The masked man took out a glass bottle from his pocket, opened the rubber cap, and poured the liquid inside onto the corpses.
A sizzling sound was incessant.
At this ti, the masked man ca over and threw a black object to Rafter.
Rafter caught it sowhat awkwardly. By the light of the lantern, he saw that it was a round plate made of black crystal, with mysterious symbols engraved on it.
"Carry this with you, and the enemy won't be able to divine your whereabouts," the masked man said coldly. "Return it to after you return to Backlund."
"Thank you, thank you," Rafter first thanked him, then asked, "How can I find you?"
The masked man asked coldly, "Don't you report your whereabouts to the 'Creator'?"
Rafter suddenly understood, and then he was a little worried because he hadn't reported his process of coming to Conant to that mysterious... to the "Creator". He wondered if the "Creator" would bla him?
"Thank you for the reminder, thank you for the reminder," Rafter quickly thanked again. He felt that he had returned to his teenage years, understanding nothing and knowing nothing.
The masked man stretched out his hand, and Rafter imdiately reacted, handing the wooden box containing the mutated fire rose spider to the masked man.
The stern masked man bowed slightly politely, and then disappeared into the night.
Rafter stared blankly at the place where the masked man disappeared. It was the hooting of owls in the cetery that brought him back to his senses. When he looked at the two corpses not far away again, there was nothing left. If it weren't for the short sword that fell on the ground, Rafter would have wondered if a battle had taken place in the cetery just now?
Everything just now made Rafter sigh: "This is what an Beyonder should be like, mysterious, powerful, and stern. When can I be as powerful as him? Wearing a mask and calmly killing two Beyonders in the blink of an eye."
If Hobert were to describe a similar mood, it must be "A great man should be like this."
At this ti, the figure sitting among the sharp swords suddenly appeared in Rafter's mind: "Very good, from now on you can call 'Creator'."
That great figure disappeared, and Rafter was a little excited. His efforts had been recognized by the "Creator"!
But he quickly cald down, checked that he hadn't left any traces, and quickly left the cetery.
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