Chapter 311: 302, In playing with words, I, Herolf, am definitely a top-tier master.
Golden Ram Herolf’s vision darkened, and he nearly fainted.
Suppressing the urge to strangle Charles, he asked, “Did you lose the Magic Contract?”
Charles nodded honestly, his expression as sincere as can be for soone whose profession was “teacher.”
Golden Ram Herolf cursed himself for not knowing the Blood Clan’s Secret Technique, which would allow him to capture the vile and despicable Charles and subject him to the most brutal torture.
He battled his rage and said, “Do you think a Magic Contract is just so stone you can find on the roadside? Where am I supposed to find a second one?”
Charles gave an embarrassed smile and said, “Then I’ll go back and look for it again!”
He made a show of leaving, but Golden Ram Herolf hastily called him back, panting as he said, “I rember now, I received another a long ti ago!”
Charles’s face lit up with surprise, and he exclaid, “Give it to quick!”
Golden Ram Herolf snorted coldly, turned away, and after a while, ca back with another animal skin scroll, colorfully patterned, possibly leopard skin.
Charles launched a Fla Hand to grab the scroll, but Golden Ram Herolf pulled it back without passing it over, saying, “You must sign it here and now, and can’t take it away.”
Charles quickly nodded in agreent, saying, “If I don’t sign on it today, let the Serpent of Destiny send back to my hotown, and may I never be able to leave again.”
Golden Ram Herolf found the oath to be quite sincere and handed over the animal skin scroll. Charles glanced at it and said, “Golden Ram Herolf, where I co from, there’s a rule that signing any docunt requires a fee, known as a ‘signing bonus.’
“What do you say, could you give a High Order Transcendent lance, preferably a bloodsucking weapon?”
Golden Ram Herolf flew into a rage and roared, “Charles, you’re going back on your word! Aren’t you afraid that the Serpent of Destiny will send you back ho, never to leave again?”
Charles said cheerfully, “I quite like my hotown!”
Yes, Earth was quite nice.
With his current abilities, if he went back to Earth—apart from not having Anne—everything else would be perfect.
Moreover, he was confident that Golden Ram Herolf would agree.
The Old Goat had invested so much in him and was bound to increase his investnt; this was what you called sunk cost.
Golden Ram Herolf stared at Charles, and if looks could kill, Charles klen would certainly have been riddled with holes and dead beyond recognition. But alas, the Old Goat was a Marine System Transcendent and didn’t have such bizarre abilities.
His chest heaved uncontrollably from the anger he was suppressing.
Golden Ram Herolf remained silent for a long while before finally saying softly, “I have a Knight’s Spear, I’ll go fetch it for you.”
Once the Old Goat left, Charles carefully examined the animal skin scroll in his hand. It was indeed identical to the previous Magic Contract. He stealthily altered the content, just as Augustine, the High Priest, had instructed, turning it into sothing akin to a master-servant pact.
A mont later, Golden Ram Herolf returned with a Knight’s Spear. He said coldly, “I don’t have a bloodsucking weapon. I’m not a Vampire. However, this Whale Killer is a very famous weapon from Inglima. Count Lanmalock had once eagerly sought it, but to his regret, he could not acquire it.”
Charles had never heard of “whaling,” but guessed it might have sothing to do with slaughtering whales. He sent forth a Fla Hand, retrieving the Knight’s Spear and then feigned a look of wanting to express sothing else. The Golden Goat Herolf was enraged and shouted, “Despicable and shaless Charles, if you dare to make any more demands, our cooperation is off.”
“You are unrighteous, committing all manner of evil, wait for the punishnt of the Serpent of Destiny!”
Although Charles didn’t think he was “unrighteous, committing all manner of evil,” he guessed that it was the right mont, so in front of the Golden Goat Herolf he pretended to sign his na with a smile. However, after glancing at the docunt, he feigned surprise and said, “Why isn’t your signature on here?”
“No, I want you to sign first.”
Charles smiled and tossed the Magic Contract outside the mirror.
The Golden Goat Herolf’s teeth were nearly grinding to pieces, thinking, “This young thief is extrely cunning! I can no longer change the terms, but the existing terms are enough to doom him.” He also knew that if he changed the terms now, Charles would surely beco suspicious, so he could only grit his teeth, sign his na, and threw the parchnt contract into the mirror as well.
This ti, Charles signed his na swiftly and flamboyantly.
When both nas appeared on the Magic Contract, the parchnt turned into a ray of light, bursting out of the Mirror World and shot towards the mysterious and imasurable distance.
Charles watched the magic parchnt fly away but saw nothing, only faintly heard a light laugh, within which there was an uttered “joy.”
This chuckle penetrated deep into his soul, causing Charles’s inspiration to suddenly rise greatly; he was startled and quickly prayed in his heart, “Oh, ruler of the Extraordinary Path and Court of Destiny, you who swim through the rivers of ti, comprehending all mysteries! Do you enjoy a good show? If so, I shall surely offer you more afterpieces.”
Charles didn’t know what the True Gods liked, but it was unlikely to be blood sacrifices or treasures of gold and silver. What humans could offer deities was probably only entertainnt.
A voice of a young man ca faintly, “I’ve rembered you.”
Charles broke out in a cold sweat, his mind numb for a mont.
To be rembered by the Serpent of Destiny… how trendous a “threat” was that?
If given the choice, Charles certainly did not want to be rembered by any deity.
The Golden Goat Herolf was ecstatic, almost crazed with joy, yelling, “Cunning Charles klen, you’ve finally been trapped. You probably haven’t noticed that in my contract there is a clause: We must be under the sa sky to witness the establishnt of the contract.”
“In playing with words, I, Herolf, am absolutely a first-rate master.”
“Now, please join under the sa sky.”
The Golden Goat Herolf picked up the mirror, smashed through several floors and the roof, charged out of the room, and flew into the high sky. Charles indeed felt light and found himself leaving the Mirror World unexpectedly.
The Golden Goat Herolf grabbed Charles’s wrist and sneered coldly, “There is nothing in my contract that says the parties to the contract cannot kill each other.”
“Now you understand what true wisdom is?”
“Have you not figured out these flaws even after studying for a day?”
Charles said with a pained expression, “I truly didn’t see them.”
The Golden Goat Herolf laughed triumphantly, exclaiming, “Let teach you a true lesson of life: Greed is the greatest enemy of mankind.”
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