"Goblin Magic Contract... In that case... the control would be stronger... It should be much more convenient when the time came."
The corners of Vizet's mouth curved into a faint smile. He murmured to himself and left a new inspiration in his notebook.
This so-called "new inspiration" was some new ideas he had gained from the Goblin Magic Contract.
He integrated this part of the content into the ritual magic that was about to be performed tonight.
During this process, the voices of the M.S.C. employees' conversations also drifted into his ears.
After listening for only a moment, he caught the unease hidden beneath their words.
His gaze swept over the M.S.C. employees—their furrowed brows, their shifting eyes, and the anxiety about gains and losses they could not hide... All of it was far too familiar to him.
In fact, before he came to this world, he had also gone through a period like this, trapped in a similar state of mind.
Back then, he had still been an orphan no one cared about in the welfare institution, a child regarded as a burden by countless potential adopters because of his physical disability.
Every time a stranger walked through the institution gates with a smile on their face, his heart would pound wildly, and he would secretly hope that he might be chosen by the adopters, that from then on he would have a home and the family affection he had longed for.
However, hope flared up again and again, only to be extinguished again and again. After those adopters saw his empty trouser leg, they were unwilling to spare him even one extra glance.
Gradually, a cold voice appeared in the depths of his heart, growing clearer and louder. "Stop being stupid. Who would be willing to take a