"So, what do I have to give in return?"
Old Morgan said,
"Lost Paradise..."
Matthew chuckled twice.
But Old Morgan suddenly said,
"Is Isabelle truly going to leave this world?"
"I just want to confirm the authenticity of this information, I don't care about anything else."
Saying this,
he fixed Matthew with an incredibly serious gaze.
Meanwhile,
a formal contract rapidly appeared between the two.
The contract, automatically generated by Old Morgan's racial talent, was briefly scanned by Matthew. The content of the contract was simple: Matthew was to confirm Isabelle's whereabouts.
In return,
Old Morgan would relay all the information he knew about "that lady" to Matthew.
"How about it?"
"This is a very simple contract, not involving too much content. If Isabelle is really leaving, me getting an early confirmation won't affect the overall situation. Would you say that's right?"
Old Morgan scrutinized Matthew, never taking his eyes off him.