Dana and Linya were puzzled by the term "offspring," but they both knew this was not the time to interrupt Ang. They remained patiently silent, waiting to see how things would unfold.
Queen Bee Betasman's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of caution. "Do you want us Purple-winged Bees to help you fight the Lizardmen?"
Ang shook his head, looking frank and composed. "No need. I only want to collect Purple-winged Bee honey."
The queen bee's spiritual fluctuation paused slightly, as though she had not expected that. After a moment, she slowly asked, "Then can you guarantee that you will not abuse the Purple-winged Bees' power?"
"Of course. If you are worried, we can sign a Magic Contract." Ang's tone was resolute.
Without waiting for the queen bee's reply, he took a Magic Contract scroll from his waist, spread it open, and began writing on it.
The contract was written in Ancient Elf, a language the Purple-winged Bee clan had once been familiar with, so Queen Bee Betasman could naturally understand it.
As the pen tip moved, the runes on the contract gave off a faint golden glow. Every stroke pulsed with magical rhythm.
Before long, Ang had drafted the contract.
Its terms were simple: Ang could periodically collect Purple-winged Bee honey, but he would not harm the hive, nor would he use the swarm's power in war or against the Lizardmen.
Once the contract was completed, a strand of spiritual power slowly circled Ang.
The scroll floated in the air, its contract runes flickering like living things.
A few minutes later, Queen Bee Betasman's voice sounded. "I hope you will keep your promise."
Immediately afterward, an invisible soul mark extended from the depths of the hive and slowly imprinted itself upon the contract.
Seeing this, Ang extended a