"You're very good with words, Young Master Lein."
"Of course, I could show it to you."
Magnus spoke in a calm tone, his expression remaining composed. However, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected Lein to be bold enough to ask so directly.
Suddenly, without warning, an ancient scroll floated in the air, stopping right in front of Lein.
"I can show it to you—after you sign this agreement." Magnus's voice remained steady, almost like a merchant offering a rare item.
Lein held his breath for a moment. His trick had hit a wall. Magnus was far more cunning than he had anticipated. Damn it.
His gaze shifted to the scroll hovering before him. The writing on its surface was strange, letters forming intricate patterns like cosmic engravings. He couldn't understand the language, but his system kindly translated it for him.
[ King's Contract Scroll ]
An ancient scroll marked with symbols of cosmic law, which shift according to the terms of the agreement.
