Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Looking at the golden contract, Earl Hall held his pen above it, hesitating to put it down.

Although he knew that without signing the contract, he would have a hard time leaving alive.

However, when it came time to actually sign, he still found it hard to accept.

If possible, who would want to sign something like this?

For him, who had been pampered since childhood, today's events marked the first time his life had been so close to death.

He was merely there to take a look at the young man who had captured his daughter's attention; he was only there to issue a warning, to test her, perhaps to give her a little nudge or to deal with her situation...

"Count, what are you still hesitating about?"

An Ruowang gazed calmly at Earl Hall:

"Do you really believe 'give me liberty or give me death'?"

Earl Hall looked up and saw Aleister, who was still polite at this moment. He was startled and his legs seemed to go weak.

An Ruowang sighed:

"Don't worry, I've already said that I have no ill intentions towards you."

All I want is a safe solution—you're safe, I'm safe, and I'll get some compensation for my emotional distress.

The contract also states that I will not use these three requirements to force you to offer up your wife and daughters.

"Yes, you've been quite lenient..."

Compared to some of the commercial contracts, political agreements, and property transfer agreements he had others sign in the past, this is indeed quite lenient.

Earl Hall gritted his teeth and finally signed his name on the contract with trembling hands.

The contract trembled slightly, turning into countless tiny golden specks of light, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, slowly drifting and dissolving in the air between the two.

Earl Hall was caught off guard and was momentarily stunned.

He watched the points of light disappear into the air, then looked down at his hands.

The pen was still in his hand, but the contract had vanished.

At the same time, a binding force from his soul made him realize that he had become Aleister's "wishing lamp".

Now, even "revealing the existence of this contract to outsiders through various means" will punish him according to the contract, causing him to die on the spot.

An Ruowang could also sense the existence of that mysterious contract.

But it merely "exists".

Strangely, for some unknown reason, he did not feel any binding force at all.

An Ruowang seemed lost in thought.

It seems that the contract of this caliber made by Isengard had no binding force on him and he exempted himself from it.

Is it the Source Castle that's at work, or is the small world acting passively?

Count Hall's visit wasn't all bad news; there was some good news as well.

Actually, if he hadn't revealed his extraordinary status in the first place, things wouldn't have turned out this way. He might have just suffered a loss and been treated unfairly by Earl Hall.

However, An Ruowang has never had the habit of compromising herself.

Nobles like Earl Hall, who are not extraordinary individuals, may seem safe and noble, but they are actually a tough place to conquer.

High-ranking powerful beings have no reason to harm those who lack value, and mid-to-low-ranking extraordinary beings dare not harm them because of the threat from the Church, so they can generally live a peaceful life.

However, if a mid-to-high-level sequence really tries to get rid of them, the most likely outcome is death.

Zillingus, a Sequence 6 Sailor Path character, equipped with "Crawling Hunger," can assassinate Duke Negan, a Conservative leader whose role is similar to that of Earl Hall.

If Zilingus hadn't been so unlucky as to run into Klein and the Azik he summoned, he might have actually succeeded in the assassination and escaped unscathed.

An Ruowang pointed to the entrance to the reception room:

"Very well, Earl. You may leave now. I will not see you off further."

Earl Hall rose, bowed to An Ruowang, and said somewhat numbly:

"I will complete your request as soon as possible, and I will notify you immediately as soon as I have the results."

Earl Hall left the reception room and the gates of the villa in the western district, his mood inscrutable.

The rare sunshine in Backlund fell on him, warm, relaxing, and bright, but he couldn't feel it.

The personal servant standing guard by the carriage saw his master coming out from afar and immediately went to greet him.

He was an old member of the Hall family, having served the Earl for decades. He had seen his master in high spirits in Parliament, in witty conversation at banquets, and in the weary study late at night, rubbing his temples.

But he had never seen his master look like this before.

That face was expressionless—not joyful, not frustrated, not fearful, not relaxed—it was nothing at all.

"Master, are you alright?" he asked cautiously.

Earl Hall glanced at him, responded, and walked towards the carriage.

"……Um."

The servant felt something was off about that glance, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He followed beside the count, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask:

"How did things go today?"

This sound brought Earl Hall back to his senses.

He turned to the male servant, flashed a bright smile, and said earnestly:

"It went very well! Aleister Mathers is a wonderful gentleman, and I was honored to meet him. Every moment of our conversation was unforgettable!"

It seems the Earl is extremely pleased with the gentleman who has taken a liking to the young lady; this visit is sure to be exceptionally pleasant.

The servant suddenly realized what was going on, and without suspecting anything, he opened the carriage door while asking with a smile:

"I'm so glad everything went well! Where are you going next?"

Count Hall maintained that radiant smile:

"Go to the Church of St. Samuel and find Bishop Elektra."

After I finished my business, we immediately headed home.

Once we got home, whatever Audrey was doing, I told her to put down what she was doing and come see me.

Go to church?

The Earl is extremely pleased with Mr. Aleister and can't wait to finalize things and make arrangements for the wedding.

Noble marriages often required the blessing and witness of the church. In particular, as the secular representatives of the Church of the Night, the Hall family would naturally inform the bishop as soon as possible about such an important happy event, choose an auspicious day, discuss the engagement, and then request the bishop to personally bless the newlyweds.

After discussing it, should we go home immediately and announce the news to Miss?

The male servant felt he understood everything—he was very likely about to have a new son-in-law!

He nodded, his tone equally delighted:

"Yes, I understand!"

The moment the car door closed, Count Hall's smile vanished.

The moment he sat down, he hunched over, as if his spine had been removed, leaving him feeling empty and exhausted.

He leaned back in his seat, staring blankly at the roof, his eyes unfocused.

After a long while, he finally let out a silent sigh.