"Of course I know!" The knight with poor eyesight did not know whether he was merely being stubborn. "Why did you summon me?"
Hobart said, "I had originally intended to summon a battlefield assistant, but you seem to be..."
...likely to hurt allies.
"Hmph!" The knight snorted coldly and suddenly charged forward. Hobart hurriedly dodged, but that played right into the knight's scheme. He abruptly lowered himself and swept at Hobart's legs.
Hobart quickly jumped up, narrowly dodging the attack in a rather sorry state.
At some point, the knight had produced a gleaming white sword, its tip poised before Hobart's eyes.
The knight sneered. "You're dead."
Hobart knew when to yield. "Sorry, I shouldn't have questioned your professionalism. Then, let's sign a contract."
The knight withdrew his sword. "Fine."
Hobart had prepared the contract long ago. Its terms included that the contracted party could not harm the contractor and had to obey the contractor's tactical commands, among other things.
As expected, the knight demanded to share the spoils with Hobart, so Hobart added that term. However, he also appended a sentence: If no spoils were gained during battle, the contractor would not provide any remuneration for that summoning.
Since the undead had been summoned through the Spirituality Connection Wine Cup, the final part of the contract was the Underworld's Honorific Name:
"The final destination of all death, the hell hidden deep within the Spirit World, the witness to the eventual decay of all things, the kingdom belonging solely to the God of Death."
The Underworld would serve as the "witness" of this contract, effectively providing it with notarizing authority.
Finally came the signatures. Hobart signed his name: Hobart Jeffrey.
The longsword in the knight's hand vanished, and he signed his own name: Hant Wen Jacob.
The contract emitted a