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"Who the fuck are you and where did you get Ashan's diary?"

"Ha ha ha, you haven't changed at all, but now Acadio Torme has an old debt to pay..."

"What the fuck are you talking about, kid? I'm going to order your head cut off!"

While the Bruyhja on the other side of the screen began to get angry, Pablo scratched his palm with his fingernail and with his blood as ink he began to engrave a magic seal in the air with the help of his powers.

"Prep Cord Uni Alba"

He pushed a little of his newly recovered power into the circle and simultaneously a similar circle began to form on Acadio's chest who looked at him at first horrified but then surprised.

For further confirmation, Akkadian repeated the same thing, it was a promise spell, a spell of friendship, something that was only done in ancient times as a symbol of mutual debt.