Tijana stared intently at Lancelot, then suddenly flashed him a bright smile, and spoke:
"Then, let's agree on that."
"Okay," Lancelot nodded, "We…"
"Wait a moment…" Unexpectedly, Kalalin suddenly interrupted their conversation. The Scholar looked at the Succubus Lord with a serious expression and said earnestly, "My apologies for the intrusion, Lady Tijana, but this operation involves significant concerns, I believe we need to sign a formal contract to govern the behavior of both parties."
"A contract?" Tijana seemed quite surprised, "What do I need that for, I'm not a Bartez, contracts have no binding power over me."
"Ordinary contracts certainly wouldn't suffice." Kalalin nodded, "But you are a Demon Lord, and I think you already have the qualifications to use the Styx Oath."