The withered old man before him gave a slight shake of his head, his voice hoarse with age.
"No. I just happened to pass through that part of the Mind World. I only started paying more attention to you after I found out you'd come into contact with Adam."
"As for discovering what made you special, that happened later."
After a pause, he pointed to the parchment contract in Cyrin's hand.
"Let's sign the contract first. I won't feel safe staying by your side for too long."
"Adam could turn his gaze this way at any moment, and I don't want to face him yet. Then again, I don't think any Ancient Dragon wants to face him."
"Okay." Cyrin nodded, then wrote an alias on the yellow-brown parchment:
Randolph Carter!
The contract recognized a unique Spirituality signature. The name was just an alias, so he could write whatever he wanted.
As a Scribe and a Traveler, he was destined to roam the world to digest his Potions. While out and about, it was safer to give himself another layer of identity.
At least if Randolph Carter was ever wanted by a True Deity's church or an evil god's church, he could still safely return to being Cyrin Gray.
After Cyrin signed, the withered old man wrote his name on the parchment as well.
Cyrin glanced at it curiously. The Ancient Dragon, who had lived for who knew how long, was called Edefana.
As soon as both of them had written their names on the parchment, golden phantom flames sprang up across its yellow-brown surface. Two brilliant golden lights, like miniature suns, separated from the flames and sank into Cyrin and Edefana.
Cyrin closed his eyes for a moment. He could clearly feel a heavy, lock-like phantom presence settling over his