Osenfott narrowed his eyes as he looked into Shade's.
"According to the contract, it had to grant me the strongest undead power. Of that, I'm certain. So the commission it gave you was actually because it had grown tired of me and wanted to 'collect its debt' from me—take back my soul."
Shade looked at him as well.
"You haven't told the truth. At the very least, you haven't fully explained the entire content of your contract with it."
He held up a finger.
"First, your contract couldn't possibly have been that simple. Those trivial matters it made you do were absolutely not trivial. Second, if I'm not mistaken, this contract also involved lady Haila, yet you haven't mentioned her at all. Third, I don't believe the condition for it taking your soul was merely that someone could break your Undying Body. That would be far too simple."
Osenfott shook his head.
"It's enough that you know this much. How could I possibly tell you everything?
Listen carefully. I used to be a sailor, and the captain of the ship I served on still has some of my personal belongings. Captain Allen Woody—that's him. He's in the area now. Find him, retrieve my old photographs and letters, and then I'll give you the White Gem."
As he spoke, he took out his notebook, hastily wrote down an address, and handed it to Shade.
"You can choose not to go, but then don't expect to learn where the gem is. And when you see it next time, don't recall our private meeting. It can read people's thoughts to a certain extent."
After doing all that, Osenfott took out his pocket watch again.
"I've stayed here for ten minutes already, longer than you required. Goodbye. Once you retrieve my photographs and letters,