"Are you referring to the promotion of the legendary professional apostle? But my contract pattern has not been completely condensed and formed, and the current progress is only half."
"Don't worry about this, I have a quick fix." Nuo Ling said, and a red mark similar to the intersection of swords began to appear in his palm.
"Isn't this someone's stigmata? Doesn't this thing only work when you are promoted to the corresponding priesthood? But I am not even a legend now, can this thing take effect?" Plisson asked in confusion. .
"For the promotion of other legendary professions, the stigmata is indeed of little help, but for the 'apostle', this stigmata can play a considerable role."
"What does it do?"
"Help to form a contract, and even become the corresponding target of the contract." Nuo Ling raised his left hand slightly, and the symbol similar to the intersection of swords suddenly floated in front of Plissen.
"Contract?"
"Explain it in words you can understand. The stigmata can help you condense the contract lines and leave a mark on your contract lines, allowing you to gain part of the abilities of the corresponding priest."
"So good. Is the profession of apostle so strong? Then if there are enough stigmata, wouldn't the apostle become an all-powerful suture monster?" Plisson said in surprise.
"It's not that good. Everything has a price. Let's not talk about whether it is worth using it on a legend because of the rarity of the Stigmata. The risks brought by forming a contract with the Stigma are enough to make people... It’s daunting.” Nuo Ling shook his head.
"Risk? What risk?"
"The stigmata is something that a saint has gone through countless hardships and condensed into. It is the heart and blood of a priest. If such a rare thing is added to the body of a legend, some accidents will inevitably happen. The more contracts there are, the greater the possibility of accidents.”
"What are the general classifications of this accident?"
"Most of them lose themselves. If they form too many contracts, they may explode and die." Nuo Ling said lightly.
"Such a harlot? It's just a matter of forming a contract, isn't it?"
"The contract corresponds to both parties. If you want to get rewards, you must pay a price." Nuo Ling shook his fingers, and the Slayer's stigmata floating in front of Plisson also swayed up and down.
"But you don't have to worry about these potential risks and just conclude the contract with confidence."
"Why? What if I explode and die in the middle of the contract?" Plisson is very worried about this aspect. It's not that he is timid. He has always been resistant to risks of this kind of probability, because Plisson Sen's luck has never been very good. If you go against the odds, he is very likely to send it away.
"No, have you forgotten who I am?" Nuo Ling said, glaring at Qing Qing.
"Em, you're?"
"I am the Pillar of the Oath, the majestic God of Contract." Nuo Ling said aggrievedly.
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about this." Plisson responded.
"You said it would be a piece of cake for me, the God of Contracts, to help you resolve the small potential risks of forming a contract?"
"That's true. Then my life is in your hands. You must protect me." Plisson quickly hugged Nuo Ling.
"I will definitely not let you die, but making a contract with the Stigmata is not something you can do just by thinking about it. Although I can help you eliminate the risks, you need to go through this process yourself." Sen looked at the Slayer's stigmata floating in front of him and asked: "Since there is no risk, can it be done now?"
"The stigmata is right in front of you. Of course it's okay. If you're ready, just tell me. The stigmata contract and apostle promotion can be handled together for you."
"I'm ready, let's get started now," Pleasant replied directly. Since Nuo Ling, the so-called God of Contract, has made a sure deal with Pleasant, he naturally has nothing to fear. If he is promoted to Legend as soon as possible, he will have more confidence when facing crises.
"Are you sure?" Nuo Ling asked again.
"certainly."
"Then I'll start." Nuo Ling raised his left hand slightly, and the floating Slayer's stigmata began to shake.
"Yes." Plisson nodded, and then he saw the floating Slayer's stigmata blending into his chest.
Then, Pleasant's eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness. .......Golden Sea, Ghost City.
Eve held the dark umbrella tightly and came to the door of a mansion with light steps. Eve knocked gently on the door. After a while, a deep red crack appeared on the dark door.
A few drops of blood seeped out from the crimson cracks. As the blood dripped, the heavy door made a majestic sound.
"The deputy city lord has been busy with official duties in recent days and has not seen guests for the time being. Please come back, our distinguished guest!"
"But I have something important to do with Mr. No. 9? Could you please be accommodating and let me go see him." Eve said eagerly.
A few more drops of blood oozed from the crimson cracks, and the heavy door seemed to want to say something, but at this moment, a deep voice came from inside the house.
"Let this young lady come in."
"I follow your will, Deputy City Lord." After hearing this sound, the crimson cracks immediately began to close, and the closed door also opened.
"Thank you." Eve waved to the open door, then jumped into the mansion.
The interior of the mansion is different from how quiet it looks on the outside. The interior of the house is dominated by dark black and dark red. The broad main hall is like a grand music theater. Various musical instruments are placed aside, as if a ceremony has just been held here. Have a great concert.
A man in fine clothes with gray hair but an extremely young appearance stood in the center of the hall. He held a conductor's baton in his hand. Every time he shook it slightly, the musical instruments placed on the side of the hall made a slight sound.
"Miss No. 12, why are you here this time?" Joseph looked at Eve walking into the hall, and the baton in his hand lowered naturally.
"Mr. No. 9, there is new news from within the organization. This information may be very important to you." Eve said with a smile.
"What news?" Joseph's expression changed slightly.
"The Ghost Count is dead. He died in Norton and in the past he cherished."
"I knew...he didn't have much time left. He probably wouldn't come back alive after leaving the city this time. But I didn't expect that the news of his death would come so quickly." Joseph put down his baton, his crimson pupils Shining with a strange light.
Joseph raised his head and looked at the dome of the hall filled with gorgeous interiors.
"Since the Ghost Earl is dead, is there any news about the Black Emperor?"
"Yes, after the death of the Ghost Earl, the Black Emperor left Norton with several people."
"How many people? What are their identities?"
"Four people, one of whom is the newly appointed Governor Norton, one is the Governor's adjutant, a native pirate from Norton, and an unknown girl."
"The newly appointed Governor Norton? Roger's cheap son?" Joseph said in surprise.
"Yes." Eve nodded.
"So, the Black Emperor is back in the hands of the Sky Eagle officials?" Joseph said thoughtfully.
"No, according to the latest news, Governor Norton and his adjutant left the Black Emperor midway, and the only ones left on the ship were the pirates and the unknown girl." Joseph's eyes shifted, showing a rare expression of surprise. ,
"What's the name of that Norton pirate?" Eve replied after thinking for a while,
"Um...it seems to be called Pleasant Wilson."
"Pleasant Wilson...we remember this name." Joseph muttered the name, and then raised the baton again.
As the conductor's baton shook again, various musical instruments placed in the hall began to play, making sweet sounds.
It was as if invisible people were using various musical instruments in the hall. They cooperated with Joseph holding the baton and played free recitatives.
"Prison Wilson, we remember this name!"
