Chen Fei's eyes narrowed abruptly. He had learned of the Ghost Soldier Patrol from that shop, and he had always assumed the footsteps appearing at midnight belonged to those ghost soldiers.
But who could guarantee that what the shopkeeper had said was true? Besides, the shopkeeper had ultimately torn off his disguise and tried to forcibly keep Chen Fei in the shop.
Yet Chen Fei had paid for that information. If the shopkeeper had deceived him, would that not violate Miwang City's rules of exchange?
Or perhaps the twenty coins he had paid then had merely been the price of looking at the goods?
Chen Fei frowned slightly. There was no way for him to verify these matters now, and he could not possibly return to the shop. If he dared go back, he would certainly be kept there.
"Then how do I know the information the hall master gives me is true?" Chen Fei asked in a low voice.
"Make a contract. Put everything down clearly in black and white. If you understand Miwang City, you should know that once such a contract is made, there is no backing out no matter what!"
The Medical Hall master unhurriedly took out a sheet of paper from behind him and handed it to Chen Fei.
Sensing the chilly aura on the paper, Chen Fei did not take it. Instead, he used his elemental force to support it and displayed its contents before himself.
A moment later, Chen Fei withdrew his gaze from the contract. Its terms were simple and clear, stipulating what both sides were to do. The payment Chen Fei needed to give was one hundred copper coins.
"Well? Once you sign this contract, you will not need to worry about whether my information is true or false. A hundred