The First Magic World War-Chapter 310 - : 301, sorry, Mr. Herolf

Chapter 310: 301, sorry, Mr. Herolf

Golden Ram Herolf said, “Sign this contract, and I will tell you what to do next!”

He was confident that Charles would sign this contract.

Charles pondered for a long time before saying, “I need to think about it for a few more days.”

He took the magic contract and turned to leave, walking away from the mirror.

Golden Ram Herolf almost fell apart, he never expected Charles to do such a thing. Was this not a scam?

Everything was agreed upon nicely, and then Charles just took the magic contract and left!

Charles returned to Cappadocia and studied the magic contract for a while. Although he couldn’t spot any flaws, he still decided to ask Menilman, Sabastine, Tumishen, and Augusladin High Priest for advice since “two heads are better than one.”

All of these individuals were exceptionally perceptive and well-informed, surely more efficient than he was alone.

Charles immediately set out for St. Michael Island.

And the first person he sought was Sabastine, the Sacred Order Female Pirate, who was very enthusiastic about his visit and asked, “What brings you to me?”

Charles gave an embarrassed smile, took out the magic contract, and explained everything from the beginning. Sabastine’s expression immediately took on an intriguing cast, and she asked, half-smiling, “Are you planning to give this chance to ascend to Divine Order to me?”

Charles shrugged his shoulders and said, “If it’s about becoming a guardian spirit for Saint Michael Island, then I sincerely hope you don’t!”

Sabastine countered, “What if it’s a complete Divine Order?”

Charles truly didn’t know how to answer— he had never considered this question. But being a math teacher by trade, his mind was quick, and he replied, “As long as you are willing, I will support you fully in ascending to the Divine Order.”

Sabastine was deeply moved, even though she knew Charles had just “given” a Magical Alchemy Warship to Menilman, she was still greatly touched.

She sighed and said, “It truly is an irresistible gift!”

“However…”

“I choose to decline.”

“Even if everything Golden Ram Herolf said was true, this Arcane Rite can’t lead to a true Divine Order, only to an incomplete one.”

“The soul of a Divine Creature can only be shattered, not worn away! So even if one were to occupy that divine body, they would not become a complete Divine Order, still subject to interference from the fragments of the Divine Creature’s soul. Additionally, transferring one’s soul carries great risks and severe side effects.”

“In summary, it’s at best a divine puppet that still remembers its own name.”

Sabastine whispered, “Do you know? Despite so many shortcomings and uncertainties, the temptation of immortality is still too great.”

“I wouldn’t recommend you bring this matter up with Tumishen and Augusladin High Priest.”

“Perhaps they wouldn’t, but what if?”

“You probably don’t yet appreciate that the allure of immortality might be a hundredfold for the common man, but for the Sacred Order, it’s infinitely more.”

“Every member of the Sacred Order holds the hope of stepping into the Divine Order, but since the Era of the Gods began, those who have ascended are few and far between, many of those reputed to have ascended are merely rumors, with no one knowing the truth.”

Charles agreed and realized that he had indeed overlooked this point—a common oversight among transmigrators.

He then asked, “So is there anything wrong with this magic contract?”

Sabastine took the magic contract and after looking at it for a while, she couldn’t help but laugh and said, “This contract has eight traps: its clauses are not yet locked, and content can be changed before both parties sign their names, but Golden Ram Herolf has not yet signed his name.”

“Secondly, it lacks a title. A formal magic contract should start with ‘Please witness, the sovereign of the Court of Destiny that roams the river of time, understands all mysteries, and masters the Extraordinary Path!’”

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“Furthermore, he has planted some ambiguities in the wording with dual meanings, creating loopholes…”

Charles’s eyes immediately brightened as he said, “It can still be modified?”

Sabastine replied, “Of course it can be modified!”

Charles then asked, “Then why don’t we go directly to the Holy Spirit to sign a contract?”

Sabastine was taken aback; she had not considered this possibility at all.

“Go sign a contract with Saint Michael?”

Charles nodded vigorously and said, “Now Golden Ram Herolf’s only support is this guardian of life. Although St. Michael Island still has its protective shield, that is not something to fear. If we sign a contract directly with Him, Golden Ram Herolf would be nothing more than a frog in a pot, boil him as we wish, steam him as we wish!”

Sabastine shook her head and replied, “It’s useless. The control of St. Michael Island can only be wielded with that Golden Ring unless it is destroyed. But anyone able to destroy it, how could they be troubled by the Holy Spirit?”

Upon hearing that the method was not viable, Charles thought deeply for a while and then asked, “Can it make a contract with the Evil God?”

Sabastine couldn’t help but smile slightly and said, “Of course it can! The status of the Nine Great True Gods is above all Evil Gods, but how do you make an Evil God obey?”

“They are masters at manipulating the human heart; there are always tales of them seducing humans, never accounts of being deceived by humans.”

Charles thought to himself, “There will be now.”

Charles went on to find Menilman, Tumishen and Augusladin High Priest, but did not bring up anything about the Divine Order. He only inquired whether there was anything wrong with this magic contract?

Menilman even asked where the magic contract came from?

Charles honestly replied that it was taken from the hands of Golden Ram Herolf. Menilman just smiled and did not ask further. The problems she found were the same as Sabastine’s, also eight.

The Old Leopard Man, Tumishen, appeared less competent, finding only two flaws, one of which was still up for debate and might not be accurate.

The Augusladin High Priest proved very professional, pointing out two additional problems and teaching Charles how to lock a magic contract, advising him to modify it into a master-servant contract. He suggested Charles put his own name in the master’s position, then lock the contract, which could be thrown out in battle against some unfathomable beings.

“What if it works?”

Charles silently applauded the High Priest and casually asked, “If sold, how much would it be worth?”

The Augusladin High Priest spoke meaningfully, “Such a thing would not be sold by anyone who has it.”

“You also do not know what purpose it can serve.”

Originally, Charles had only thought of using it to mess with Golden Ram Herolf, but the High Priest’s words made him see things in a new light as he said, “I understand now.”

“It needs to be used on someone big.”

“It’s not worth using on someone as desperate as Golden Ram Herolf.”

That very night, Charles went to find Golden Ram Herolf again. The first words out of his mouth were, “Sorry, Mr. Herolf, I accidentally lost that magic contract. Could you give me another one?”

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