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Although he was approached by a sword-type extraordinary person, Sartre did not show any fear. Instead, he said seriously: "Miss Alice, are you representing the Iris family?"

When it came to the Iris family, Alice suppressed her anger for a while, but then couldn't help but retorted: "Master Sartre, you may not be able to represent the Tower of Stars."

When she was calm, she would never talk to Sartre like this. Even if she was dissatisfied, she would definitely express it in a more tactful way.

"Yes, of course, I cannot represent the Tower of Stars," Sartre admitted without hesitation, "But do you, the Iris Family, dare to bear the inquiries that may come from my teacher?"

No matter how much the teacher disagrees with his talent, he is still the apprentice of Julian, the master of the Tower of Stars!

Unless absolutely necessary, the Iris family does not dare to bear the teacher's inquiry easily, nor does it dare to incur the disgust of a platinum-level transcendent, even if that is only a possibility.

"Master Sartre, I have no intention of offending the Star Tower, but you should also know that he is insulting the dignity of a noble." Alice took a deep breath, glared at Aaron fiercely, and said again.

"I don't understand the situation yet..." Aaron defended himself bravely.

It's Aaron who wants to marry you. What does it have to do with me, Qin Ming?

etc!

Is this a noble lady...?

Related, absolutely related!

Thinking of this, Aaron wanted to make amends, but was directly interrupted by Alice.

"Then, Sir Albert Aaron, please listen carefully. More than ten years ago, Albert Rick, your father, entered into a marriage contract with our Iris family, and I will fulfill this contract and become your wife, do you have any questions?"

"Contract?" Aaron intuitively captured the core factor.

Alice was silent for a moment and nodded, "Yes, contract."

Hearing this, Sartre narrowed his eyes.

A contract is actually just an agreement with an extraordinary aura.

It can exist in any form, whether it is parchment or papyrus, or a stone tablet, and even a conversation that disappears in the wind may become a contract.

As long as the corresponding rituals are performed and the corresponding extraordinary aura is added, everything can become a contract.

Violating the contract will result in extremely painful losses. The extraordinary aura used as the ritual material will erupt at the moment of breach of contract. Even the lowest contract can cause a lot of trouble to the violator.

But here comes the question, why did the Iris family sign such a marriage with the Albert family?

You actually have to use the contract?

But Aaron's mind was not on this at the moment. He was thinking about Alice's words, and then said in a confused way: "So, I become the Lin family... oh no, the son-in-law of the Iris family?"

So the flow of losers breaking off the engagement has turned into the flow of losers getting married?

"...Sister-in-law?" Alice was a little confused by this new word.

"The next child won't be named Albert?"

Hearing the word "child", Alice's face flashed with a hint of uneasiness, and then her anger subsided a bit, and she said, "Of course the child's surname will be Albert."

Just when Aaron wanted to continue asking, a burst of chaotic footsteps came from a distance, and then a slightly fat and clumsy figure ran in from the outside, panting, "What happened here?"

"It's okay, Captain Colin." Alice glared at Aaron, then changed her face at the speed of light, and actually responded to Captain Colin with a smile.

"Someone sensed the aura of the cult here, I don't know..." Colin glanced at Aaron and Sartre casually, and then unconsciously fixed his gaze on Sartre, or in other words, fixed it on Sartre. on Sartre's crystal ball.

Alice smiled and introduced Colin: "This is Master Sartre, a prophet from the Tower of Stars, who also passed by Leiden City by chance."

Colin wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed respectfully to Sartre, and then said half-jokingly: "Miss Alice, you never told me that you found Master Sartre. "

"Sorry, I was negligent on this point." Alice replied calmly.

"What kind of spices does Master Sartre need? Can I ask someone to buy some?" Colin looked at Master Sartre.

Sartre raised his eyebrows, "Need spices? Why do I need spices?"

Colin scratched his sparse head and said, "Don't you need spices for your ceremony? Master Tien used to need several different spices every time he held a ceremony."

Sartre glanced at Alice calmly, pondered for a moment, and said: "In that case, I need some sleepless grass, branches of the dragon horn tree, and completely dry red blood moss. Prepare me a piece of each." Ounces will do.”

Spices are indeed needed to hold ceremonies, but spices are actually just an auxiliary ingredient. They are only used to stabilize the ceremony and allow the ceremony to proceed smoothly.

The simpler the ceremony, the less spices are actually needed, such as the identification ceremony.

The materials really needed for the identification ceremony are actually light and extraordinary aura. This ceremony cannot be held in an absolutely lightless environment.

To put it simply, this appraisal ceremony is actually inducing the power of light to observe and analyze the appraisal object, and finally be able to roughly perceive the relevant information.

Such a simple ritual requires almost no spices.

In order to pursue more accurate results, Sartre used psychic powder.

And listening to Colin's words, not only does Tien need spices for the identification ceremony, but he also needs different spices every time?

Rather than using spices to perform a ceremony, this is more like secretly accumulating spices, right?

Sartre's heart was pounding, but he didn't point it out directly. He took the opportunity to order a few spices for later use.

This time, although he brought a lot of psychic powder with him when he came out, he had already consumed a lot of it, so he had to use it sparingly.

By the way, psychic powder is also a specialty of Star Tower.

Every year, the Tower of Stars draws power from starlight, and this elusive starlight can eventually materialize under the mixture of several special spices, eventually turning into psychic powder.

In a way, psychic powder is a universal spice that can be used in most rituals.

For gold-coin extraordinary people, especially prophets, being able to have universal spices will undoubtedly save a lot of trouble, even if part of the effect is lost due to versatility.

This is like the difference between a pile of bottles and a pack of Wang*Yi Thirteen Incense.

"Besides, Miss Alice, it's just right that you're here, so I don't have to look for you anymore." Colin said while looking at the door that had disappeared.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"The Lord of the City is looking for you about Master Tien. There seems to be a new clue."

Alice glanced outside the door.

At this time, it was getting late, and the blood-red sunlight poured down, dyeing the surrounding area red.

"I will go to see the Lord of the City as soon as possible." She said to Colin.

She came to Leiden City this time not only to complete the family contract and marry Aaron, but also because of the death of Master Tien.

Yes, Tien, a gold-level bronze-level transcendent, had his artery cut open and died quietly on his bed.

Death is peaceful, like a deep sleep.