Luke didn't care if he was joking or not. People who didn't have any ideas wouldn't open their mouths.
He nodded. "Then I'll give you a joking answer. If you're willing, I can pay you a ton of gold in one go, or give you a one-kilogram gold bar every month. Consider it … a little toy for you. "
Castell was lost for words. If Mephisto had been so generous back then, would he have hesitated in the end?
That was an unsolvable assumption.
He could only shake his head. "It's just a joke. I don't need any of that, whether it's gold or dollars."
Luke nodded. "If you say it's a joke, then so be it. But I'll leave you a million dollars in cash. You can take it if you need it. No matter how much you use, I'll make up for it the next year. "
Castell: "… I don't need it."
"No, you do. Because this isn't your salary, but your operating expenses. "Luke said," If you don't use a dollar a year, I naturally won't need to make up for it the next year. So, this money is just an operating expense for you. After all, we're not running a company. There's no need for you to reimburse us with invoices. "
Castell's lips twitched. Why do I feel like this is really like a company, and I'm just a businessman who runs business and talks.
No matter how uncomfortable the old man felt, he didn't refuse Luke's offer in the end.
Or rather, Luke didn't give him the right to refuse at all.
While the old man was stalling with Silence, Luke had already injected him with an extra dose of Life One.
Twenty milliliters of Life One was astonishing. In less than a minute, Castell's hair and beard turned from white to black, and the wrinkles on his face quickly disappeared.
He went from looking like he was in his seventies to looking like he was in his forties.
That wasn't the end.
A week later, 90% of Life One's effects would take effect.
The remaining 10% would last for a few months before it slowly faded away.
Half a year later, Castell would look like he was in his thirties.
That was what Life One was for, and why Luke didn't use it most of the time. Instead, he used Tandy's Life Dagger.
It was because it was too heaven-defying, and it was unknown if there were any hidden dangers.
The system had confirmed that Tandy's Life Dagger was just pure vitality, and wouldn't have any additional effects on the recipient.
Who else was more suitable to be Life One's test subject than an old and dying Ghost Rider?
In any case, Caslort could live for a few more years. Luke had a clear conscience.
As for that deal, it was purely a precaution.
Ghost Rider's flames and Trial's Eye were very lethal against extraordinary creatures.
Also, compared with Johnny Blaze, who was young and unable to control himself, Luke was more at ease with Caslort, an old knight who wasn't too hot-tempered.
The Evil Spirit of Vengeance's thirst for evil souls was well controlled by the old man.
During the past few months of monitoring this old man, he had not gone out to 'judge' evil souls.
It was far better to invest in the young Johnny who was "too energetic to control himself" than to invest in this old man. At the very least, it wouldn't cause too much trouble.
It didn't matter if he was weaker in combat. What Luke needed more was the man's "magical wounds," not his physical strength.
The old man was also patient enough to quietly get used to the move and learn Luke's safety rules in passing.
At the very least, he had to be familiar with the stealth suit and the cleanup. He couldn't be targeted the first time he went out. After all, Ghost Rider's appearance was spectacular.
However, the old man's little black horse wasn't as violent as Johnny's Hellfire Chariot, and would damage a lot less public property.
After dealing with the half-hearted Caslort, the clone finally returned to New York.
It would be best to leave Caslort's place to the clone.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if the NYPD detectives kept evil Hell creatures in the future.
…
New York had experienced another explosion, but the people here were very spirited. In a few days, only the superhero fans were still talking about it.
But it was just one of the topics they talked about, and wasn't as enthusiastic as a few days ago.
Humans were such fickle creatures.
Fickleness made it easy for them to forget favors, and it was easier for them to get over their grief.
Thus, Luke didn't feel much about it. In any case … there would be a lot of major events in the future. It was best for everyone to get used to it.
As for issuing a warning and telling everyone to leave this troublesome place, there was no need to even think about it.
This was New York's financial and business center, as well as the most populous city in the United States.
If they wanted to move this kind of city away, the politicians in Congress would rather kill half the people in the city.
At that time, the rest of the people who wanted to leave would naturally leave, and they wouldn't have to pay a single cent.
The situation in the police department returned to normal. The big shots in the upper echelons who were fighting openly and covertly had nothing to do with the detectives below them.
Luke's true self lived a leisurely life every day. He got off work at two in the afternoon every day, and never stole the limelight.
If he, the hero of the explosion, was still so diligent, why would he need his colleagues in the Detective Bureau?
When he had extra time, he would train his future teammates and study the new abilities he had just obtained. At night, he would throw the stock from the drug dealers' warehouse into the sea to feed the fish. His days were peaceful and fulfilling.
During this period, only one thing happened, for better or worse, and that was that Alice and Carrie suddenly became his one-star teammates.
Luke was also surprised by that.
If pheromone manipulation could brainwash teammates that the system recognized, he would have had a few more teammates like this a long time ago.
But in fact, only this mother and daughter had passed the system's judgment.
Erica, who had been imprisoned by him in Space No. 2 and given enough pheromones and basic hypnosis multiple times a day, was still hostile to the two sand angels, Angel and Erica.
What was the difference between Alice and Carrie and Erica and Angel? The mother and daughter were grateful to Luke to begin with.
He had only used pheromones and Basic Hypnosis to stabilize their conditions, and hadn't meant to make them grateful.
This made them let down their guard, or rather, it was easier for them to appreciate and trust him. Thus, they passed the judgment as teammates.
In order to test it out, and to help them relax and avoid being completely isolated from society, he had taken Alice and Carrie to deal with the hooligans who had robbed them a few times.
The mother and daughter were the main attackers, and he picked up the slack.
It wasn't until a few times later that the system's teammate notification appeared.
This also gave him some speculations about the system's teammate judgment mechanism: fighting together + having enough trust = system teammates.
For example, he had also released Erica and Angel for comparison tests.
They were the thugs, and he picked up the slack.
The two women didn't resist beating or even killing people at all. When they were vigilantes, their division of labor was almost identical to Alice and Carrie's, but they couldn't pass the system's judgment.
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