Miles braced himself against a streetlamp, gasping heavily, his legs still trembling uncontrollably. The alternating waves of nausea and uncontrollable noises from earlier had made him want to crawl into a crack in the ground.
At last, Miles had escaped the effects of the Vomiting Charm and Farting Charm. He looked at Harry in horror, unable to imagine what kind of evil person could master such perversely amusing magic.
His face flushed red as he snapped:
"You call this magic?! This is a nightmare-level prank!"
Harry looked even more embarrassed and nodded.
"Miles, you're smart. It really is prank magic. It was originally only meant to cause burping and farting, but the magic I cast seemed to be too powerful, so..."
Seeing Harry apologize so sincerely, Miles gradually calmed down. He suddenly recalled Harry's compensation terms and froze before asking doubtfully:
"Wait, forget the gold and magic. You can give me a long lifespan too? Can you be more specific about how long?"
Harry explained with a smile:
"The gold is ordinary gold. As for magic, I can have you sign a Lending Contract with me. Extending your lifespan is even simpler—I have plenty of magical items that can increase it."
Miles pondered for a moment before asking:
"Do you have any recommendations?"
Harry naturally did not hesitate.
"Of course, become my Lender. Once you become my Lender, there are numerous benefits..."
Harry explained the obligations and benefits of becoming a Lender to Miles.
When he learned that he could greatly enhance his strength, Miles's eyes lit up. He instantly threw aside his previous displeasure, made up his mind, and said excitedly:
"Harry, I want to become your Lender!"
Harry nodded and immediately drafted a contract for Miles to sign.
At that moment, Gwen, standing nearby, was also deeply tempted