Once a person’s mind is liberated, no matter how eloquent the words are, they can no longer be bound.

In the small building under the night moon, Lin Fei upstairs is focused on writing Monday’s meeting report, and Li Xin downstairs is typing on the keyboard with clattering sounds, typing for a while, stopping for a while, then typing again. Sometimes when the thoughts flow smoothly, he would cheerfully dance, shaking his shoulders proudly.

In the distant Shadowy Sea Area, Five Claw Island, the sun has already sunk below the sea horizon, and the sea at night is exceptionally calm. This is human’s happy time after the storm, during which the bounty of fish from going out to sea will be rich, and sea monsters and sirens often do not appear.

Cantona stays in a rock inn, he chose a guest room on the fifth floor, the highest level on the east side of this inn, with a very good view and expensive price. On Five Claw Island, having money is no different from being on land, at this moment Cantona evidently has nothing to save on.

Every night at this hour, Cantona waits in the inn for an hour. This is the agreement with Mr. Gemini, giving time to the Messenger.

Only tonight, after that, he probably won’t have another chance. He regrets having forgotten to share the new usage of the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc with others last time. As for Miss Virgo, she still cannot change her fate.

Near the inn, after nightfall, more than a dozen strands of dangerous aura appear, wandering and approaching. Cantona knows they are the Death Apostles of the Nether God Church. They are very patient, have been following him for several days without making a move, also not contacting him. It seems they are waiting for their forces to gather.

There is still no movement from the Nether God’s Court. Based on his experience as a clerk, most likely he has been abandoned. They adhere to the principle of "better to kill wrongly than to let go", probably trying to use the Death Church’s hand to solve him, really saving time and effort.

Activating the Netherworld Blade with Three Lives offers him some fighting power, but this place isn’t part of the mainland. On this island, once injured, there is nowhere to escape. The Death Apostles are relentless. In Dao Yuan, everyone knows offending the Church has no good outcome, not to mention there are many opportunistic sharks lurking in the dark.

Cantona places the bottle containing the tears of the deceased under the table. Whether Mr. Gemini can take it depends on his luck. Then he stands at the window, opens the Pale Eye to look into the distance. At this moment, shadows shuttle constantly through the darkness around the buildings near the inn, roughly estimated to be dozens.

Cantona smiles bitterly too. He really has no fortunate fate. He thought at least after the sacrificial ceremony was completed, even without credit, he would have some labor. The Death Church would somehow give him a chance to argue, but it looks like they’re sending him to debate with the Grim Reaper himself.

Of those who can truly threaten him, there are two, both experts, while others are encircling, extremely likely they have prepared the Grim Reaper’s sealing items.

Glancing at the red moon, another blood-filled battle is coming. He stretches his shoulders; after being a priest for so long, they really think he can’t wield a knife anymore? Tonight, he’ll fight to kill with pleasure.

Just as Cantona is preparing to strike preemptively, a strong aura appears in the air. First, ghost fire floats, followed by a large figure slowly becoming visible. In an instant, Cantona’s muscles tense up, his vigilance rises to its peak.

Damn!

Is it necessary??

The legendary Immortal! 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

A black cloak, a gigantic Soul Scythe, amid the mist only a pair of terrifying eyes burning soul fire can be seen, an unending existence.

The Death Church truly thinks highly of him.

For a moment, Cantona is unsure whether to symbolically struggle a bit or end it quickly for himself.

The Immortal approaches the window, watching Cantona, slowly extending a hand, yet Cantona’s hand holding the Netherworld Blade is already sweaty. He wants to act first, but under the terrifying oppressive force, he knows if he makes a move, he will assuredly die. Years of battle experience between life and death make him very clear of this absolute disparity. The other party’s strength is at least angelic, coupled with an immortal body...

At the same time, the Death Apostles near the inn also all stop, hiding aside, silently watching this scene.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

If the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move!

Cantona remains somewhat calm and experienced, forcibly suppressing his unrealistic thoughts. At this moment, the soul fire in the Immortal’s eyes flickers slightly, his palm flickers somewhat impatiently.

No killing intent...

What does that mean?

When the Immortal flickers his palm a second time, a small pouch appears.

What is this? Like a purse for Lira?

Only then does Cantona understand and asks, "Could you be Mr. Gemini’s messenger?"

The Immortal slowly nods.

Cantona feels a rush of emotions. He might not shed tears of joy, but he does let out a big sigh of relief. Facing the Death Apostles, he isn’t that afraid; even at death he can take them down in a wave.

He immediately returns to the table, retrieves the bottle containing the tears of the deceased from under the table, and places it in the Immortal’s palm, hesitating for a second, he takes the pouch on top.

Whether to accept the money or not, it’s all the same. After the Death Apostles kill him, they would certainly search and take it. But the messenger contract must fulfill the agreement, both sending and receiving must comply with the terms.

The Immortal stuffs the small bottle into his cloak, not bothering with the surroundings, and slowly dissipates.

"Spirit Realm traveler." Cantona cannot help but lament that he underestimated Mr. Gemini’s strength. There are hidden masters everywhere in the Round Table Conference.

Though he won’t survive tonight, at least he fulfilled the agreement. Cantona seems to have settled a matter in his heart, ready to fight recklessly. Whoever wants to kill him must pay a price!

...

?

The Eye of Secrecy sweeps over the surroundings, and all the Death Apostles are gone, the killing intent vanished?

After multiple confirmations, Cantona finds that the Death Apostles have indeed left. The red moon in the sky is particularly clear, and the noises of the island’s residents reach his ears, everything has returned to normal.

He’s not going to die tonight?

Cantona sits back at the table for a while, then suddenly stands up again, goes downstairs. Letting them withdraw suddenly at the very moment of attack, clearly, there’s only one possibility.

Cantona steps onto the street, just standing there like a prey that’s given up resisting. Undoubtedly, this gives the Death Apostles a better opportunity to attack, but also it’s the best way to verify his judgment.

However, nothing happens, a few passersby look at him like they are looking at an idiot. Cantona raises his head to gaze at the red moon in the sky, suddenly laughs, and laughs heartily, bending over in his laughter.

He wants a drink.

Do what you want without hesitations, pushing open the door of the Claw Tavern, where it is bustling. Two Salman dancers are frenziedly twisting their bodies on the tables; guests around occasionally touch them, the dancers skillfully evade, both sides pulling each other, and facing those who tipped, they promptly present their rear to the guests.

Cantona arrives at the bar counter, "Bring a bottle of 30-year-old Black Label."

Black Label is a strong liquor brand produced by the Black Meteor Empire. A 30-year-old bottle, even in Black Meteor, is costly, and on Five Claw Island, it’s even more expensive, requiring two gold coins per bottle. It’s something not everyone can afford, being the most expensive drink in this tavern. Apparently, some unlucky cargo ship has been raided.