Mystery: The Stranger

Chapter 24 Messenger from the Spirit World

"No destruction is needed."

Snow's consciousness stepped up the stairs, his tone calm and even, "Our identity as 'Void Demon Bloodline' was originally fictitious, but now, with the Tamara family's notarization, this identity has become an undeniable fact—we have become genuine native demons."

He showed none of the vigilance and anxiety that Xaratas possessed. From the moment he transmigrated here, he knew the terror of the great beings in this world—even the sun hanging in the sky was not a real star, but a mystical creation held by the "Eternal Sun".

Even from a psychological perspective, a contract certified by an angel can easily skew other people's thinking, which is equivalent to adding another layer of highly deceptive protection to his disguise.

Xalatas frowned, the void energy around him fluctuating slightly: "Aren't you afraid? The binding force of that contract will gradually increase as our strength grows. Even if you ascend to the angel realm in the future, you won't be able to easily break it. Once you do anything to harm the Tamara family, you will immediately suffer the backlash of the contract."

"When the day comes for me to ascend to angelhood, there will always be a way to eliminate the hidden dangers." Snow's gaze fell on the cluster of golden runes, and his spellcaster's instincts ignited an urge to disassemble and study them. "And as long as I don't actively infringe upon the core interests of the Tamara family, isn't this contract essentially nonexistent?"

"You want to try to destroy it?" Xalatas scoffed, his tone laced with mockery. "Don't waste your energy. This isn't an ordinary spell; it's more like a talent granted by an extraordinary trait—even if we analyze the rune structure, without the corresponding ability and authority, we can't replicate it in the slightest."

"That's a real shame," Snow sighed softly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

It wasn't that he lacked the ability to draft contracts; it was just that he couldn't learn from or adapt the new occult system, which ultimately left him somewhat resentful.

This isn't a matter of ability; the underlying code is incompatible, and there's no authorization to process the request, which makes things even more difficult.

"You can also try the extraordinary properties of the Devouring Arbitrator pathway."

Xalatas's eyes darted around, his tone maliciously urging, "I'd like to see what kind of monster will be born from the fusion of demonic and order-related characteristics—it's quite experimental, isn't it?"

"Heh." Snow sneered, ending the conversation abruptly. "I'm afraid Karen will think I've gone mad and execute me as a crazy person who's out of control."

The light and shadow of the spiritual world gradually faded, and Snow opened his eyes. The scenery outside the carriage had changed; the familiar mountains and forests of Hawke's Territory came into view. The mist was still thick, but it had a more peaceful feel to it than when he arrived.

For the next three days, they could only remain calm. No one knew what mission Karen Tamara would assign, and acting rashly would only increase the uncertainty.

With this in mind, Snow returned to the castle. Leah was already waiting in the hall, her face showing a mixture of trepidation and concern. Snow stepped forward and gently embraced the Baroness, his movements tender and devoid of any demonic malice.

Then he went to the backyard. Baron Hawke's eldest son, Eric, a ten-year-old boy, was clumsily practicing with a wooden sword; his seven-year-old daughter, Lillian, was sitting by the flower bed, sketching on her drawing board.

"Father." Upon seeing Snow, the two children stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.

Snow nodded and took the wooden sword from Eric's hand: "I'll practice with you for a while."

He didn't use any supernatural power, but guided the little boy purely with skill, slowing his movements and patiently correcting his posture. Eric practiced until he was covered in sweat, but his eyes shone, showing no sign of fatigue—Baron Hawke had never been so gentle with him when practicing swordsmanship before.

After finishing his sword practice, Snow walked over to Lillian and sat down on the stone bench opposite her. "How about I be your model?"

Lillian's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, picking up her paintbrush to sketch earnestly. Snow sat motionless, his gaze gentle as he watched the little girl's focused profile, occasionally offering a few words of guidance in an incredibly patient tone.

In the corridor not far away, Lia watched this scene silently, her eyes filled with disbelief. She had thought that the one who replaced her husband was a powerful and mysterious demon, but she never expected that the other party could be so gentle in accompanying the children, and even willing to spend an afternoon doing something that nobles would consider a "waste of time".

Even the former Baron Hawke might not have had such patience.

In reality, Snow didn't really care about the time. Since he had nothing else to do, playing with the two children was no different from teasing cats and dogs, and it allowed him to temporarily escape from the mysterious and chaotic world.

"Does this remind you of the past?" Xalatas whispered in my ear, with a hint of amusement, "Snow Selin, the most outstanding priest in the Stormwind Kingdom for a hundred years."

Snow raised an eyebrow slightly.

Xalatas remains a haunting presence, like a vengeful female ghost.

His eyes lowered slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He reached out and patted Lillian's head, praising, "Very well drawn, an improvement from last time. It's just that I wasn't drawn handsome enough. Keep working hard."

The little girl smiled sweetly, revealing two chipped baby teeth.

On a spiritual level, he did not shy away from the question of Xaratas.

"Those weren't pleasant memories. They all died, in the first war after the Dark Portal opened. The orcs destroyed Stormwind. I escaped, but many more didn't—and that was just the beginning of the disaster."

"The experience of escaping for your life is quite a rare one." His tone was flat, revealing little emotion, yet it made Saratas chuckle softly.

"Your greatest gain must be following your teacher and joining the shadows, right?" Xalatas's figure quietly appeared. She transformed into a black phantom, extending a hand with sharp nails, wanting to touch Lillian's tender cheek.

Snow glanced at her but did not stop her.

Salatas didn't actually hurt the little girl; he merely flicked her cheek lightly with his fingertip. Lillian didn't see anything, only felt a tickle on her face. She turned her head and gave Snow a sweet smile.

"How cute."

Snow casually patted Lillian's head.

"How foolish." Xalatas grinned, revealing sharp fangs, and roared silently at the little girl without making a sound—even though he knew that Lillian couldn't see or hear, and was just grinning foolishly because of Snow's touch, it still amused Xalatas.

……

The following afternoon, Snow sat in his study.

He needs a messenger from the spirit world.

When he said goodbye to Karen Tamara yesterday, she asked him if he had a personal messenger. He casually agreed and even made up a summoning spell. Anyway, Karen would most likely send someone or contact him through a messenger the day after tomorrow. Catching a spirit creature to contract today would be enough to fool her.