McNeesey died.
Just as so unknown soldier once said:
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful, and now there is in store for the crown of righteousness...
One has to say that humans are strange creatures. In the most challenging tis, it is not water, food, or dicine that motivates them to live, but a piece of true love or a glimr of hope in their heart; McNeesey was just like that... ………
But the world would not stop because of one person's tragedy. The livings, whether they care about it or not, have to keep going!
Punk was holding the parchnt and the inconspicuous ring that McNeesey had handed over before his death in his hand, and there was a slight hesitation in his heart.
This parchnt was not a normal thing. Its rarity could be said to have exceeded the reach of an official-level mage. This parchnt was the so-called the Keeper of Justice, the Eye of judgnt, Trial eye's contract. Of course, due to many restrictions, this Trial's eye contract from McNeesey could limit up to legendary levels; still, its binding force was more than enough to surprise Punk.
One should know that Trial's Eye was a mighty existence at the universal level. It could be said to be the manifestation of Justice and Order of the entire Universe. As a Devine Throne level creature, it completely mastered a part of the fundantal laws of the Universe and served as the Guardian of Order in this Universe. It was one of the two major sides of a complete rule of the Universe.
Like The Trial's Eye, The other part of this law was another Devine Throne Level Existence; The consciousness of Abyss; (Abyss's collective consciousness), Like Trial's Eye, It also used the thod of contracts that existed throughout all ti and space, but the difference between Trial's Eye and it was that It was from the Evil camp.
If One used Its contract (devil contract), they could play various tricks, word gas, deceptions, and even psychedelic spells on it. And as long as the agreent was signed, it would be enforced by the Abyss's Consciousness. And if One's thods were evil and sinister enough, it might even give them generous rewards as it liked chaos and filth!
But the Trail's Eye was completely opposite. The Trial's Eye, which believed in "absolute justice" and "absolute order," hated all chaos and evils. If anyone dared to play clever tricks in front of it......then their body and soul both would be burned to nothingness.
Punk smiled bitterly and looked at the parchnt in his hand. A majestic vertical eye was depicted in the center of the paper, representing the keeper of order,—It was actually a slight trace of the consciousness of the Trial's Eye, as if saying that it was paying attention to this seemingly inconspicuous contract. There were only two conditions in this contract:
First: Punk was responsible for trying his best to escort Princess Nesa to the Duke of Dylan's Mansion.
Second: After signing the contract, the ring containing all the formal spell knowledge that McNeesey has learned will be open to Punk!
Two very simple contracts, it could even be said to be full of loopholes. Any smart person could find a lot of fault in them. For example, there were more people called Punk in the world, and "Open" did not necessarily an that all restrictions would be open!
Even so, no one would dare to use Trial's Eye contract to play gas. One must know that although Trial's Eye was rigid, it was still a real intelligent creature. It could clearly distinguish between fraud and sincerity, and it absolutely would not tolerate any adjustnts with the agreed contract like the consciousness of Abyss! This was also the reason why the Trial Eye's contract was more credible than the devil Contract. Of course, the price and sacrifice needed to obtain such a Trial's Eye Contract were thousands of tis greater than the Devil Contract of the sa level!
With such a contract, Punk could only smile wryly.
"This Mage McNeesey was really impressive. He was actually carrying such a contract with him."
Now Punk was once again caught in a dilemma, although there was a kind of item called "filth bird's feather" which could erase the contractual effect of the Trial's Eye, that kind of highly rare treasure that could even attract legendary powerhouses was not sothing that the current Punk could even think about!
"Although to escort princess Nesa to Duke's mansion, I might have to face many more troubles along the way, but as they say, There is no reward without risks."
Thinking about the official-level spells he desperately needed and also the huge accumulation of a veteran official mage, such as McNeesey... He gritted his teeth and made his decision;
"Sigh!"
Now that he had decided, Punk no longer hesitated, gently putting his finger in the middle of the inscription of the Trial's Eye, he silently accepted the contract in his mind!
There was no flashy sound or light effects, and also no descent of any indescribable existence. Just after the trace of the Trials eye's consciousness confird that Punk decision was completely voluntary, the old parchnt started to float and burn in mid-air. The white fla was different from the ordinary flas; its diamond shape was completely symtrically geotric, and it was accompanied by a purple diamond-shaped eye inscription.
The brilliance slowly subrged between Punk's eyebrows, and when the parchnt was completely burned out, the contract was officially established, and at the sa ti, the ring left by McNeesey was also unlocked.
Punk stood in the ray of the setting sun as he played with the rough brass ring in his palm. He didn't feel anything in the entire process of signing the contract. Even when he knew that an incredible existence like the Eye of judgnt, or at least a small part of it had just descended at this small place, but Punk, as the target, didn't found anything.
However, when Punk had any idea of abandoning the princess, the feeling of being stared at by a ubiquitous eye from the world, would burst into the deepest part of his soul. That was the universal order itself, warning him not to violate the contract!
Punk put the ring on his left hand earnestly, as he didn't have the ti to check his reward now. Both Sun Mira and Casa had gone down, and the night had once again enveloped the forest. Punk knew that the enemy would once again co to chase them.
The two fighters were still standing on both sides in a daze. When they saw Punk coming over, they all showed questioning eyes at Punk; as now McNeesey was dead, and the strongest person in this team was Punk!
But Punk didn't answer the two fighters. He just patted the dust on his hood. Now, the robe on his body was almost out of color as it hasn't been cleaned for a long ti.
Punk slowly stretched out his fair palm toward the princess Nesa who was sitting on the ground still crying:
"Princess Nesa, our journey isn't ended yet. Don't waste your mother and Mr. McNeesey's efforts"!
The young princess lifted up her tear-stained exquisite face; her eyes were widened and red.
And she whispered to herself in a crying voice:
"Yes, I can't let my uncle's efforts go to waste..."
She turned her head and looked at the two warriors who were also tearing. The blankness in her eyes gradually disappeared...
"Let's go..."
Princess Nesa picked up the golden sword beside her.
Her shadow in the moonlight looked thin and delicate, but there was a thing called persistence that filled it! There was forced a wry smile on the princess's beautiful face.
"...We have to continue. I promised Uncle McNeesey that I would live a happy life."
A final drop of crystal clear tear fell from the corner of her eyes to the ground and disappeared into the mud!
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