Chapter 1895: 529 Generous Conditions_2

“It is clear that the Blood River Will also doesn’t want to see Barthor returning from beneath the Bridge of All Life to purgatory.”

“I personally certainly don’t want to see that happen either. They all say that I am Barthor’s doppelganger, ha, nonsense. I am clearly an individual with independent will; why should I obey the orders of a prisoner who has been locked up for hundreds of years?”

At this point,

Matthew seemed to begin pondering, and the situation became less critical; the dealer’s tone also relaxed quite a bit.

“Sir, my real name is Char, you can call me that.”

“I apologize for being driven by greed, harassing you and your companion, and trying to use a curse as a threat—

but I can make amends.

I can make amends in any way.

Just let me live.

Do not separate the Blood of Barthor from inside me.

This really is a matter concerning the fate of the Multiverse World…”

Matthew asked coldly,

“If I killed you and extracted the Blood of Barthor and then sealed it, wouldn’t that achieve the same effect?”

Char quickly said,

“In theory, it is indeed feasible, but the Blood of Barthor, separated from its host, has a very strong directivity. Whether it is Barthor himself or someone else, it’s very easy for them to detect the scent of the Blood of Barthor, and they will bring you endless trouble.”

“However, I am different. The Blood of Barthor hidden inside me fits exceptionally well, and the chances of being sensed are much lower. Look, I’ve been walking in purgatory for so many years and have never been discovered.”

“On one hand, it is because I am good at hiding, and on the other hand, it is because I am good at escaping.”

“I really am very good at saving my life, and with the protection of the Blood River Will, as long as I am in purgatory, almost no one can catch me…”

“Of course, you are an exception, but I must win. If you did not have Medusa and this special divine artefact, it would also have been impossible for you to catch me.”

“After all, perhaps only the former God of Travelers could match me in terms of escaping…”

On the neighboring rock,

Red-Letter Hunter Sener suddenly nudged Vampire Moson next to him with his elbow, a faint smile appearing on his face:

“He’s talking about you.”

Vampire Moson glared back annoyedly:

“Shut up.”

“Be careful, or you’ll be sent back to planting trees immediately.”

On the other side,

Matthew continued to interrogate:

“You lied.”

“The encounter with us was definitely not by chance, nor could it have been due to overwhelming greed.”

“You must tell me, why did you appear there when we were leaving the secret passage of Dragon Castle?”

Char sighed,

“Sorry, to say it was a coincidence is indeed a bit too much.”

“Actually, I was guided by the Blood River Will.”

“Since I awoke the power inside me that came from Barthor, the Blood River Will often guided me to certain places.”

“At first, I was skeptical, and every action was repeatedly verified to ensure it was beneficial and harmless.”

“As time went by, every guidance from the Blood River Will was harmless to me, so I gradually lowered my guard. I didn’t expect to run into such a big accident this time, sigh…”

“It just goes to show that even the Blood River Will can make a mistake.”

“It might have wanted me to test you, or something else…”

His tone carried deep regret and annoyance.

Matthew chuckled lightly,

“Following this line of reasoning, could there be a possibility that the Blood River Will presented you to me as a gift?”

“Absolutely not!”

Char’s voice almost seemed to jump out of the blood pool!

He hastily denied,

“I am the darling of the Blood River Will, the most favored demon!”

“How could it possibly betray me to a stranger?”

The smashed flesh in the blood pool also became more agitated.

It seemed that Char was terribly broken, even his resurrection abilities were not working smoothly.

Matthew calmly said,

“Maybe the Blood River Will feels that the Blood of Barthor is safer in my hands than in your body.”

“In purgatory, everything can be traded; don’t you really think that the Blood River Will could not clearly judge the comparison of our strengths?”

Char was silent for five or six seconds, then very reluctantly answered,

“With your strength, I suppose you wouldn’t need to rely on something as dangerous as the Blood of Barthor for further enhancements, right?”

“Keeping me is far more useful than a drop of Blood of Barthor that is destined to be sealed.”

“I am skilled in curses, which I can use to help you kill enemies.”

Matthew shook his head,

“My skills in killing are already rich, curses are needless to me.”

Char then said,

“I am very good at finding treasures; all these on me can also be given to you, and whatever treasures you desire in the future, I can seek them for you…”

Matthew, pointing to where Char had escaped from, said slowly,

“Although the treasures and artefacts I hold may not be enough to rival a nation, they are certainly beyond what any ordinary legendary could imagine in their lifetime.”

“Your little trinkets are just tricks, after all. If you really want to prove your worth, how about starting with two or three divine artefacts?”

Matthew then fell silent.

He quickly added:

“Besides running away, cursing, and treasure hunting, I have other professional skills.”

“I excel in exploring, disarming traps, inspecting barriers, invisibility, and lockpicking.”

“Especially lockpicking, my skills are top-notch in purgatory, and across the entire Multiverse, maybe only some legendary wanderers can compete with me…”

On the neighboring bedrock.

This time it was Vampire Moson who prodded Red-Letter Hunter Sener.

He brazenly asked across the Blood River:

“The legendary wanderers you mentioned, do they include the infamous Red-Letter Hunter Sener?”

Matthew’s voice came from the Blood River:

“Sener?”

“I’ve heard of him, I hear he’s a ruthless killing madman.”

“Red Hunter Sener is also a wanderer, I suppose his lockpicking might not be too bad, but how could a character as powerful as that end up in the same situation as me?”

The God of Travelers wanted to say something else.

But he was cut off by a stern-faced Sener:

“Keep quiet.”

“Be careful, or next time no one will help you dig a hole.”

Matthew paid no mind to the minor incident.

After meticulously interrogating Matthew with a series of questions,

he finally slapped a contract on the edge of the Blood River.

“Kunlan Blood Book?”

Matthew responded with a sound filled with gravity.

Matthew nodded:

“Sign it, and you’ll survive.”

Matthew couldn’t help but shriek:

“You want to turn me into a puppet at the mercy of others?”

“Isn’t that just doing whatever you tell me to?”

Matthew said in surprise:

“When did you start living under the illusion that you can still control yourself?”

“Ironically, after killing you, I can resurrect you, and after that, I can still make you do whatever I want!”

Matthew responded bitterly:

“Can’t we engage in a more civilized form of cooperation?”

Matthew blinked:

“If you hadn’t started by forcing a deal and threatening with curses, maybe there would have been a possibility.”

“You’ll find over time that I am quite easy to get along with, I have always wanted to give others more chances and interact with others in a more civilized way.”

“But this world changes too quickly, I no longer have the luxury of trusting others, I can only demand others trust me.”

“It’s much easier than actively trusting others; all I need to do is prove myself reliable, and I indeed do that. If you don’t believe me, ask them?”

With that,

he gestured towards Sener and Moson.

At that moment,

a head surfaced from the Blood River.

Matthew, tilting his head, looked at the duo.

Both replied in unison:

“Of course.”

“Working with Matthew has been the wisest choice of my life!”

Matthew looked hesitantly at the two:

“May I ask who you two are?”

The God of Travelers replied with a smile:

“Our names and origins aren’t important, you’ll come to know eventually.”

“Cherish your current ability to choose, at least I didn’t have such favorable conditions back then…”

Matthew hesitated for a few seconds.

After a long moment,

a blood-covered claw reached out from the Blood River.

And solemnly wrote his name on the Blood Book!

…

“Reminder: Lost Paradise has acquired a new Servant (Matthew/Black Merchant of Purgatory/Sprint Demon LV20/Barthor Avatar/Hero Mode)

Please assign a work position for him!”

…

Matthew thought it over:

“Maybe start by planting trees with Moson and the others!”

…

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