Chapter 127: Negotiation

The wild man here seemed very relaxed. He casually found a stone to sit on and tapped his own head. "I've listened to the Church's bells for eighty years, so I know that a bell with such special abilities definitely doesn't belong to the Church of Holy Blood. Seeing that you're still a low-ranking clergyman yet possess such special abilities, you're probably personnel sent by another organization, right?"

Silas's heart skipped a beat. He didn't answer but asked in a low voice, "Who are you? You should be at least a master-level mystic. What are you doing lurking here?"

The wild man smiled. "Don't be nervous. I have no ill intentions towards you. Oh, by the way, my name is Luke. As for my surname, I won't tell you for now."

Silas stared at him, feeling more and more suspicious. He asked tentatively, "Were you once a member of the Church of Holy Blood?"

Hearing this, the wild man's smile faded, and he fell into deep thought. After a dozen seconds, the wild man looked up and replied, "Strictly speaking, I am still a member of the Church of Holy Blood."

Silas didn't continue his words and asked, "I don't sense any hostility from you. So, can I leave here now?"

Luke looked at the Husky beside Silas. "Of course, you can. As I just said, I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, I am very grateful to you."

Hearing this, Silas felt slightly relieved and immediately replied, "Then I'll take my leave first. We'll meet again if fate allows."

With that, he turned to leave.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave! Young man, it seems our chat isn't over yet." Suddenly, Silas smelled a strong scent of blood.

Instantly, Silas's skin tingled, and the step he was about to take froze in mid-air, unable to land.

"Awooo!!" The fur on the Husky's body gradually stood on end, and gusts of wind swirled around its body.

The next second, the smell of blood suddenly disappeared, and Luke's hearty laughter came.

"Little fellow, I still don't know your name," Luke asked.

Silas suppressed the trembling in his heart. "You can call me Silas. As for my surname, I can't tell you for now."

"Since this terrifying fellow hasn't killed me yet, it means there's a possibility of a deal between us. He was mad before and returned to normal under the sound of my Evening Bell. Then it's very likely that if he doesn't hear the Evening Bell for a long time, he might return to that muddled state. From this perspective, this fellow will definitely not pose a threat to my life."

Luke didn't care about Silas's answer and casually plucked a handful of red hair from his body. "This feeling of being covered in hair is really not good."

"Of course, humans are not beasts," Silas replied.

This sentence seemed to have touched something in him, and Luke once again fell into deep thought.

Just like last time, after another dozen seconds, Luke asked Silas, "How do you know that humans are not beasts?"

Hearing this, Silas didn't answer, because he thought of the beastly nature of humans.

"Let's make a deal, how about it?" Luke raised the question Silas was concerned about.

Silas said calmly, "Speak."

"I've been wandering here in a muddle for two years. Although I've avoided many things, it has also made me feel bored. Your appearance is very timely. Most importantly, your bell sound can suppress my beastly nature. Then it's very simple. We can have a long-term cooperation. You help me suppress my beastly nature, and I can help you stand firmer in the Holy See, climb faster, and also hide your identity more covertly."

Silas didn't rush to agree after hearing this. After his conversations with Barton and Adeline, he was now much more composed.

Silas stared at him. "The basis of cooperation is mutual trust. You haven't given me any sense of trust right now. Who knows how you'll treat me after I help you? After all, my life is in your hands now."

A touch of blood-red flashed in Luke's dark eyes, and his tone turned slightly cold. "Since you know your life is in my hands, you still dare to negotiate terms? Young Purple Moon Agent."

Silas's tone and attitude were very firm at this moment, and he retorted without any fear, "It's clear that you are someone who cherishes life very much. Then I'll just tell you directly. If you want to kill me, then kill me. Not to mention that from now on, no one will help you suppress your beastly nature. Do you believe that the moment I die, you will face a terrifying existence that you can't face even if you exhaust all your means!?"

Hearing this, a hint of gravity flashed across Luke's face. "What do you mean?"

"I am one who serves the Supreme Being. My devout faith has received the blessing of my Lord's faith. This Soul Wolf is a gift bestowed upon me by my Lord. I can be said to be one of my Lord's apostles in this world. If my life is threatened and my Lord is angered, I can request my Lord to directly descend upon my body. You are indeed very strong, but do you have the courage to face 'His' divine might!?"

Luke stared fixedly at Silas, thinking to himself, "This fellow's blood flow hasn't changed at all, and his heartbeat hasn't changed. He's not lying!"

Then, he seemed to have discovered something. He closed his eyes and carefully sensed it. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable coldness in Silas's blood that, following his spiritual energy, almost froze his soul.

"His heart is actually this thing!" Luke's heart skipped a beat.

Silas, on this side, was calmly thinking about how to make this lie believable.

After all, he didn't have the ability to pull people into the dreamscape. If they didn't enter the dreamscape, that god was useless!

At this moment, Luke spoke.

"Hahaha! Interesting! Interesting!" Luke laughed happily, as if he had seen something amusing.

Silas narrowed his eyes and asked, "You don't believe me?"

Luke shook his head and said with a chuckle, "I'll believe you for now. Then let's talk about our respective situations."

Silas spoke first, "Then please tell me who you are. We've already briefly revealed ourselves to each other. If nothing else, we stand on a united front when it comes to dealing with the Church."

Luke nodded. "That's a good point. Although I originated from the Church, I now hate the Church very much. At least when it comes to dealing with the Church, you can trust me."

Silas nodded. He believed Luke in this aspect.

Just now, when he was mad, Luke had said he wanted to kill all clergymen. When he heard Silas's prayer words, he became even more furious, calling Silas a lackey. This instinctive madness and hatred would not lie.

"The reason he has become like this now is very likely because he was persecuted by the Church," Silas thought to himself.

"By the way, why did you suddenly attack me?" Silas voiced his doubts.

Luke explained, "Although I was in a muddle at the time, I instinctively set up a safeguard for myself. That is, if any threatening mystical fluctuations appear around me, I will actively attack. And once it is confirmed that the other party is a Church clergyman, the spiritual energy will be further unlocked. After everything is over, the two safeguards will close over time."