What will it be

"Ahhh!"

"Ouch! Nooo!"

"Please s-stop!"

"Not the face!"

"Why would you hit me there!?"

When beatings stopped and the screams and shouts of the clan leaders settled down. Mika pulled out a sheet of paper and pen.

On it she had already scribed an oath spell.

"Lords, shall we?" Gesturing to the piece of paper in her hand. "Or do we need another round of beatings?"

Having been completely sobered up from the sharp punches of his steward and servants. Lord Vesstan wasn't laughing anymore.

"What is that?" He panted out.

"This is a guarantee you all will pay your debt to me." Mika placed the sheet of paper on Lord Vesstan's table.

Reading over the context, Vesstan slapped the table in anger.

"This is basically saying we will give over everything we have to you!"

"Yes, that would be the gist of it." Mika acknowledged.