Free From Taint Of This World

“A contract is a binding agreement between two parties…” Ryan said as he unfurled the piece of parchment.

The empty sheet was soon filled up with golden calligraphy.

It made him look really cool, and he had purposefully discussed this with the Grimoire before.

Unlike Baron Illus who only felt fear upon the sight of the contract, Steward Lewis’ was generally very impressed… but also a tiny bit frightened.

The magnificence of the relic and its display of power was now visible to everyone inside the room.

“Just sign here, and our deal is sealed,” Ryan said with a grin on his face. There was a certain flourish in his movements.

“Haha, I suppose this is it.” Steward Lewis pulled out a quill from his suit and cracked his neck muscles before quickly writing down his name. “There.”

“Happy to work with you, Steward Lewis. Can I count on you and Merchant Herbert?”

“Of course.”

“Also… you too next, Merchant Herbert,” Ryan said.