Mike, who was talking to Marcus and the others, noticed Carter's small actions, smiled, and didn't pay too much attention.
To put it bluntly, the Contract of San Venganza was just a container and not that important; what was truly important was the evil energy collected within it.
Now that the evil energy in the Contract had been temporarily dealt with, even if Satan got it, it would be useless.
The only thing to note might be that the next time enough evil energy was collected in that demonic contract, Mike might need to make another trip.
Of course, that was a matter for later; evil energy wasn't that easy to collect, and the next time enough evil energy gathered in the Contract would probably be decades or even centuries later.
"Aren't you going to invite us in for a seat?" Mike looked at Carter, who had already hidden the demonic contract, in a familiar manner.
Because he didn't know when Johnny and Blackheart would arrive, Mike temporarily decided not to leave Saint Venganza.
"If you don't mind how simple it is here, then come with me." After the thrilling cooperation just now, Carter's attitude towards Mike and the others had softened.
Of course, it was also possible that Mike's powerful strength played a significant role in this.
After all, the strong deserved more respect.
The heavily weathered San Venganza Church, due to years of disrepair, was not much better inside than out.
This showed that Carter, who had been a lone wolf for too long, was not someone who knew how to live well.
Inside the dilapidated church, apart from the perfectly preserved statue of Jesus in the front, there wasn't even a place to stand.
Mike used his divine power to summon a gentle breeze, cleaning up briefly. With another wave of his hand, a picnic blanket appeared on the ground, with some simple food and fruits laid out on it.
Most importantly, several bottles of fine red and white wine also appeared next to it.
This move surprised Carter, who hadn't been out and about with humans for a long time, quite a bit.
His eyes couldn't help but stare at the white wine.
"We might still have a lot of time to chat, don't mind a drink, do you?" Mike smiled as he picked up a bottle of white wine and handed it to Carter.
Mike, with his spatial gate ability, could create his own exclusive space, and being rich, he had put a lot of daily necessities inside.
Some food and a few bottles of wine were just a drop in the ocean.
"Of course." Perhaps it had been too long since he had good wine; Carter responded, then unscrewed the cap and gulped down half the bottle.
He looked like a complete Western barbarian.
"Good wine!!!"
After satisfying his craving for alcohol, Carter stroked the wine off his beard and sat down opposite Mike with a hearty laugh: "You staying here, it's not just to invite an old man like me for a drink, is it?"
It had to be said, Carter, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, was a very accurate judge of character.
"It's about Johnny, the new generation Ghost Rider…" Mike cut a few slices of the special roasted meat and bread in front of him, sharing them with everyone, then slowly explained to Carter: "Now Blackheart is tracking that Ghost Rider, and it won't be long before that Ghost Rider named Johnny comes here to ask for your help."
Based on the timeline, Johnny, who was currently unable to transform into Ghost Rider during the day, should arrive at Saint Venganza tonight or tomorrow morning.
"Blackheart? Just an ambitious but incapable Son of Satan…" As the previous Ghost Rider, Carter seemed to know Blackheart.
He calmly evaluated: "If Johnny can fully master his own power, he might not be unable to defeat the opponent."
As for whether Johnny would be killed by Blackheart on the way, Carter wasn't worried at all.
After all, the Ghost Rider's "Undying Body" ability was very high-level and not something any Son of Satan could easily break.
"Let's not talk about Johnny, let's talk about you…" After a few drinks, Mike changed the subject: "What do you plan to do after you retire? If you have nowhere to go, I can take you in."
He was powerful, immortal, and still held justice in his heart.
There was no one more suitable to be a chosen worker than Carter.
"I plan to travel around and see the customs of different places…" Carter avoided Mike's eager gaze.
Having worked his entire life, he now just wanted to lie flat and enjoy a leisurely ordinary life.
"Going traveling? Relaxing is good too. When you've rested enough, the King Investment Group's doors are always open to you." Mike said with a smile: "The Group can even give you an advance on your salary to help you have a pleasant vacation."
It had to be said, Ghost Rider was quite pitiful; working for God and Satan, he didn't even get paid.
If it weren't for not needing to eat, an old loner like Carter would have starved to death long ago.
"No reward without merit, I appreciate your kindness. However, I still plan to go out and explore on my own two feet." Carter was very cautious in response to the recruitment.
And even now, he hadn't fully figured out Mike's character.
A person who could release so many evil spirits at once truly made it hard to feel at ease.
Next, when Mike stopped bringing up the recruitment, the few people in the church drank and chatted, and the lively atmosphere continued late into the night.
As the only ordinary person among the group, Father Bruce, under Mike's unlimited supply of alcohol, finally lay down beside the blanket in the latter half of the night.
When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight.
The blankets, food, and drinks on the ground had all been cleaned up.
Only Carter remained in the church, boiling vegetable soup in an iron pot.
"Father James, is it? Come have some vegetable soup to sober up!" Seeing the Father wake up, Carter brought him a bowl of hot soup.
"Where are the others?" Father James, still a bit hungover, felt much better after a few sips of the hot soup.
"They went out to scout the terrain, probably preparing to meet the incoming Johnny," Carter explained.
"Is that so?" Father James, whose mind was mostly clear, remembered his purpose for being there, got up, checked his weapons, and said, "Then let's go out and see!"
Carter had no objection.
But when the two walked out of the church, they saw First Werewolf William fighting with the probationary angel Bruce in the open space outside.
It was like they were just playing around.
It looked like William was teaching Bruce combat techniques.
As for Mike and Marcus, they were leisurely eating melon and watching the show in a shady spot nearby.
In short, the state of these four people was not as Carter had described, scouting the terrain and preparing to meet someone.
Just then, the faint roar of a motorcycle came from a distance.
Immediately after, accompanied by a long trail of dust approaching, a tall man in a leather jacket riding a giant Yamaha appeared in everyone's sight.
With a cool tail whip, he stopped the motorcycle, then the tall man walked directly towards Carter with an anxious expression and said, "Carter, I need help, someone took Roxanne."
Roxanne was originally an outdoor reporter; after being attracted by Johnny's motorcycle stunt performance, she became his girlfriend.
She also became the weakness of Johnny, this new generation Ghost Rider.
Blackheart had captured Roxanne, threatening Johnny to make him hand over the Contract of San Venganza.
"Don't worry, tell me slowly." Carter comforted the still very young Johnny.
"A guy named Blackheart, with three of his subordinates, captured Roxanne. I can't transform into my Ghost Rider form during the day, so I'm not their match. That's why I need you to help me have that power during the day as well…" Johnny earnestly pleaded: "Now, only you can help me."
"Just like you helped me control my power last time, help me again. Please, I believe you can do it…"
With his beloved girlfriend captured, Johnny, anxious, blurted out his request all at once.
An inexplicable feeling told him that this old man could definitely help him.