Chapter 813 - Amended Agreement
After being spooked by unexpected ghosts and whatnots for many times, Tulu thought he was brave enough to hold his pants against such a thing now.
He was wrong.
As soon as an ice-cold hand went on his shoulder, he felt his heart halting for a moment. And before he could turn around to look at who patted his shoulder, his eyes rolled up.
“Oops…” Angor watched as Tulu fainted on the floor and wondered if he should use an entrance test, like the “death chamber matches”, to recruit. And if such a method was too dangerous… how about a spooky house challenge?
Of course, he didn’t let Freud out just to scare Tulu again. Besides, Freud’s soul looked just like when he was alive. Perhaps Tulu had always been on edge since they came to the orphanage, and Freud’s “greeting” was the last straw.
Freud was also getting embarrassed to see such a thing. He did not float straight through Tulu’s body just to be considerate, but it seemed he still caused a similar consequence.
“Well, Mister Padt?” Freud shrugged.
Angor used Hand of Spell to carry Tulu onto a table nearby. “Doesn’t matter. Consider this another of his apprenticeship lessons.”
Angor frowned. “You mean they kept the whelk at the Central Empire?”
“Very likely.”
Freud gave Angor a meaningful look with obvious intentions—he wished that Angor would go to the capital and take the whelk back.
Angor chuckled. “As I remembered, you mentioned that you kept the whelk at ‘somewhere absolutely secure’, and our agreement didn’t involve me taking it from others by force.”
Freud showed an embarrassed look. “But the court wizards are only a bunch of weaklings, and there’s no way they can stop you, Mister Padt.”
“Of course I can do that. But again, that isn’t exactly what we agreed upon. You promised that I would receive the item without unnecessary trouble.”
“I…” Freud considered. “I’m afraid I never went through any soul training while I was alive. If I’m to get it back for you, I might have some problems dealing with them if I run into level-2 apprentices…”
Angor would not give up either since he still wanted to obtain the Dream Whelk.
“This is easy. Let’s amend our agreement.”