"..."
Enchantress had been engrossed in what she was hearing when it abruptly stopped. She froze for a moment, then glared viciously at Andrew, wishing she could pry his head open and uncover the knowledge he possessed.
Enchantress could not help asking. Even she had never encountered that knowledge before. If she could obtain all of it, her power would increase dramatically.
"You're not qualified to know the answer to that question yet."
Andrew asked, "Are you taking the bet or not?"
Enchantress sneered. "Why should I bet? I could simply capture you, or even kill you, and forcibly extract all the knowledge from your head."
"Kill me? Are you sure?"
Andrew smiled. Whether Enchantress accepted the bet or not, the outcome would be the same. The only difference was how much trouble he would have to go to.
Many of Andrew's plans required a magician's help, so he was determined to secure Enchantress.
Enchantress froze. The thought of killing Andrew vanished from her mind. She said, "Fine, I'll take your bet, but I want all your knowledge."
"You're dreaming. Forget all of it—you couldn't even handle one ten-thousandth of my knowledge."
Andrew said, "Only the knowledge of sacrificial rituals I mentioned earlier."
"Fine. I'll draw up a contract, and we'll sign it."
A gleam flashed through Enchantress's eyes as she spoke. Andrew smiled. "Planning to trap me with the contract? Would you like me to teach you a few tricks? Hiding text in the decorative patterns beside the contract, for example.
"Or tampering with its edges so that the moment someone opens it, they shed blood and accept the terms. I've got plenty of experience with that."
"..."
Enchantress was dumbfounded. You could do that? And why was a mere mortal so proficient at tampering with contracts?
"No need