Chapter 1050 - Mysterious Contract
Chapter 1050 Mysterious Contract
Chairman Freed soon met Greem once more inside Kerslin Castle.
Along with him to meet Greem were three other Fourth Grade adepts. One of them was Elder Nicolas, who Greem had met before. One of the other two adepts was a middle-aged female adept with decent looks. She was Kerala, current clan leader of the Dener Clan that Scarface Gallow belonged to. The other adept was a scholarly old man. His face was incredibly wrinkled and showing tremendous signs of age. That was Mirva, Vice-Chairman of the Association.
Chairman Freed started to softly incant a mysterious and unusual chant, witnessed by the three Fourth Grade adepts. As the chanting rang out, large clouds of black smoke emerged from the walls, ground, and ceiling around them, gathering before Greem and forming into a mysterious black contract with golden letters.
The material of the contract appeared to be the black smoke itself, and the golden letters floating above the smoke were a complete blur. It was only when Greem extended his Spirit into the smoke that a contract agreement with terrifying binding power appeared in his mind.
[Beep. Detecting ancient contract fragment. Host’s soul will be bound by the contract, along with the souls of other parties once host’s soul brand is left on the contract. There is no authority party within said contract. It is a shared soul contract. As long as host does not go against the agreement laid out by all contractors, no damage will be inflicted upon the soul.
[There are three agreements on this ancient contract fragment. They are as follows:
[One. Said Contract is a shared agreement amongst all Fourth Grade adepts of Zhentarim. All parties in the contract are not to attack each other or harm each other’s interests. Violation of this agreement will cause one’s soul to degrade.
Color finally returned to the faces of the Fourth Grade adepts when they saw Greem sign the contract. Adept Kerala and Elder Nicolas, who were witnesses to the signing of the contract, vanished without a trace after smiling at Greem and congratulating him.
Soon, only Greem, Freed, and Mirva were left in the secret room.
Greem might not have been a Fourth Grade yet, but judging from how the two adepts smiled at him, they thoroughly treated him like one of their own.
“Here, for you. This is the reward you deserve!”
Freed tossed an exceptionally well-crafted magical ring to him. Small fire diamonds had been inlaid onto the surface of the ring to form the emblem of the Zhentarim Association.
“This is your elder’s ring. You will gain the right to freely enter and exit Kerslin Castle while you wear the ring. At the same time, you will be able to command the adept forces of the Association to some limited capacity. There is also a small storage space in the ring. The five hundred Siths of origin substance we promised you are already in there.”
Even as calm and composed as Greem typically was, he couldn’t help but start trembling when he caught the ring.
After all, the power and influence that this ring represented in the Central Region carried tremendous weight. It most certainly held more power than most adept clans. To be brutally honest, once Greem wore the ring, he wouldn’t even need to lift a single finger to destroy an adept clan. He would simply need to express his will, and plenty of adept forces would be willing to do the deed for him.
After all, there were tens of thousands of adept clans in Zhentarim, but only fourteen Fourth Grade adepts.
It was obvious who held more weight!
“Don’t be too glad yet. Your authority as an elder will remain frozen until you advance to Fourth Grade. Everything here will only officially belong to you once you’ve truly become a Fourth Grade adept. However, I believe that this day will come very soon.” A strange smile appeared on Chairman Freed’s face.
“Also, if I were you, I would teleport back to the Crimson Clan directly and not emerge until I’ve advanced to Fourth Grade. You should know how much of a temptation these origin substances are to a Third Grade adept. Such temptation can drive countless people to walk down the most dangerous and risky of paths.”
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Fire Throne.
Gargamel was already standing at the entrance to the teleportation room when the brilliant light of teleportation faded. He bowed respectfully.
“Welcome back, clan leader!”
News of what happened had already spread to the Crimson Clan.
At this moment, the entire clan was boiling with excitement. People were celebrating everywhere. As Crimson Majordomo, there was also tremendous joy and insuppressible excitement to Gargamel’s tone.
“Alright, alright…stop playing these pointless games. The clan leader you were waiting for hasn’t returned yet. It’s us instead!”
Gargamel raised his head when he heard that familiar voice. It was then that he awkwardly realized that only Mary, Meryl, and Emelia were standing in the teleportation array. Greem’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
“La…Lady Mary, where’s the clan leader?”
“Hmph! What do I care? Keep waiting here if that’s what you like to do!” Mary became infuriated at the subject and stormed away in a fury.
“Lord Gargamel, wait here, won’t you!” Meryl was clearly in a good mood and chuckled as she left.
Seeing how confused her father was, Emelia tugged at his sleeves and leaned in to whisper, “The clan leader’s gone to the Tower of Fate!”
“Oh? Oh!”
Gargamel exclaimed for a while before finally understanding.