I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 247: A Magnificent Era

Half-leaning on the sickbed, Carnina looked at the blood-red scroll in her hand and slowly began to speak:

"A contract with strong binding power. I paid a certain price to obtain it from a devil..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Loren. My days are numbered, and I likely won't live to see the day you bring down the Ferros Family."

"The secret of the Heritage Site... I cannot entrust it to soone else to tell you. I can only use this thod to ensure the commission is carried out..."

After hearing Carnina's explanation, Loren frowned as he looked at the blood-red scroll in her hand.

His intuition told him that signing a contract produced by devils was not a good thing...

After a long silence.

Loren firmly and slowly shook his head, speaking in an enigmatic tone:

"From certain secrets I know, signing a devil's contract would bring so rather adverse effects to my future."

Anyway, my intuition genuinely feels this way, so it's not really lying...

"Moreover, Ms. Carnina, even if I were to sign this contract, I probably have ways to nullify it."

"Finally, I want to tell you that, as an Interstellar Hunter, the results brought by taking initiative versus being passive are completely different."

"I can only promise you that once I have the capability, I will go and bring down the Ferros Family..."

After Loren finished speaking, he ntally commanded Raven to frantically stack 'Fortune' on himself.

After Loren voiced his refusal.

Carnina withdrew the blood-red scroll, silently gazing at Loren sitting in the chair.

A long ti later, she closed her eyes and began to think...

Fifteen minutes later.

Carnina opened her sowhat cloudy eyes again, her gaze fixed tightly on Loren, not letting go of any subtle movent or expression on his face.

"How can I trust you, Mr. Loren, whom I'm eting for the first ti..." Carnina asked weakly.

Loren shrugged and spoke calmly:

"Ms. Carnina, I don't wish to persuade you. This holds great risk for you. You should maintain your own judgnt."

"What I can tell you is that when I was nineteen, recomnded by a greedy old man, I beca an Interstellar Hunter."

"My reason for joining the Interstellar Hunter Association was also simple: the Association could provide with fresh, safe, free food and a relatively secure lounge."

"I am twenty-three this year, and I have eliminated several Legendary beings."

"I have not yet advanced to the Legendary tier myself."

"My commission success rate is one hundred percent."

"Although my reputation isn't good, and many clients have died by my hand, I have still done my utmost to complete the commissions they entrusted to ."

"My thod for accepting commissions is simple: either the client can afford the paynt, or the client possesses a redeeming quality I admire, or... dares to play a Revolver ga with where the stakes are their life..."

"I was supposed to die in an alley, but I was fortunate enough to survive."

"As you can see, I am a sowhat crazy Superhuman, acting sowhat on a whim."

"In my view, within the Star Realm, there is no one I cannot kill."

"In truth, even without your commission, the Ferros Family might still end up dead by my hand in the future..."

Having said this, Loren relaxed and leaned back against the chair behind him.

"Ms. Carnina, I have finished promoting myself. Now, tell , what is your judgnt?"

"Before I ca here, that slacker Chief Retab Collin reminded to treat you with a better attitude."

"Out of my promise to him, I feel obliged to remind you."

"From the mont I heard the phrase 'the Heritage Site of the Elven race,' I was fairly confident I could find it without needing you..."

Loren's words ended here.

He leaned back in the chair, calmly looking at the extrely frail Ms. Carnina on the sickbed.

Surprisingly, after hearing Loren's words, the Carnina on the sickbed, on her withered face, revealed a rare smile tinged with reminiscence, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes overlapping.

"Mr. Loren, your way of speaking is so much like hers..."

"Quite direct, and quite sincere..."

After saying this, Carnina raised her hand and wiped away a single tear that had escaped the corner of her eye.

After calming her emotions, she slowly turned her head, scanning everything in the room, and continued:

"Mr. Loren, do you know?"

"The interesting thing about music is that it helps you store many mories."

"Each song is like a small room, and each room holds many stories."

"Sotis you think you've forgotten many people and many things, but then, in so unexpected mont, the lody of a song can make those mories beco razor-sharp again."

"Over these twenty years, I have composed countless songs and perford countless songs. I have filled countless small rooms with mories of her and ."

"And the furnishings in this room I live in are still the sa as they were back then, still exactly as they were when we lived here together..."

"Just now, after hearing your words, I felt sowhat dazed, as if she were sitting right across from ."

"Mr. Loren, I am very old now, and very tired..."

In the eyes of this incredibly frail Ms. Carnina, there were bitter tears and mories that could not be dissolved.

"Tell , will you complete my second commission?"

Sitting in the chair, Loren suddenly frowned, as if he had realized sothing.

He released his ntal energy, enveloping the frail old woman opposite him...

Loren let out an almost imperceptible sigh. He walked to the bedside and spoke softly:

"I promise, I will complete your second commission."

A smile appeared at the corner of Carnina's mouth on the sickbed. She slowly raised her left hand, took off a Spatial Ring set with a green gemstone, and handed it to the tall figure standing by her bed.

"The password is her portrait. On the wall opposite the bed I'm lying on now, the painting hanging there is her likeness..."

Loren did not turn to look at the painting hanging on the wall behind him. Being cautious, he had already scanned the room's furnishings with his ntal energy before even entering.

"Ms. Carnina, is there anything else you wish to say?" Loren asked calmly.

Carnina used the last of her strength to give a slight shake of her head.

"I have left everything inside that ring. You can look for yourself..."

"Do not forget the story of her and . What she feared most was being ignored and forgotten..."

"Alright." Loren's voice was low.

As Loren's answer fell, the Ms. Carnina on the sickbed gently let out a final sigh, completing her magnificent, eventful life...

She could no longer hear her own sorrow.