"Just signing my name will do? How should I pay you?" Frey pondered seriously over this issue.
"I have my ways for that, you don't need to worry," Chaoyang urged quickly, "Hurry up, nobody knows what's going on in the main tower right now, the longer we waste, the more danger the Angels are in."
The three of them didn't haggle any further and each signed their name.
After all, in their opinion, such a contract was nothing more than a piece of paper lacking in binding power, signing wouldn't cause them any loss, while the powerful weapons were very real and tangible.
As soon as Chaoyang put the paper into his chest, it turned into a wisp of green smoke.
The contract was established.
Having haphazardly moved the weapons, they then prepared to head for the castle's main gate.
"Aren't you coming with us?" Blan asked.
"I'll follow after I ensure our retreat is safe, you go first."
"Alright, then have you seen an Angel named Ailuodi?"