Joanna truly deserved her position as deputy leader of the divine research team and consultant on Spirit Clan history.
It did not take her long to draft the contents of the Oath Contract and send it to Sun Ying and the others through the Data Panel for review.
After everyone confirmed there were no issues, she wrote it onto the Oath Contract, signed her own name first, and handed it to Ragnar.
Joanna had assumed that the eccentric Brocade Boots battle general would at least carefully read through the contract.
To her surprise, he merely glanced at it, then summoned a wisp of flame from his fingertip and branded his name onto the contract.
He was even more casual than the Spirit King Arthur signing autographs for his rabid fans!
Had Joanna not sensed something in the unseen the instant the contract took effect, she might have thought the scene of Ragnar signing it was merely an illusion!
"That does it, right?" Ragnar's gaze drifted toward Sun Ying, a faintly mocking smile on his face.
Then, as though he had suddenly remembered something, he glanced at Ilya behind the counter.
"By the way, she's coming with us too. Doesn't she need to sign a contract?"
"Of course she does." As she spoke, Sun Ying took out another Oath Contract and copied down the terms Joanna had written earlier.
She then handed it to Ilya and lifted her chin.
"You sign this one too."
Everyone had assumed that since even the troublesome Ragnar had signed so readily, Ilya, who had already agreed to everything beforehand, would sign quickly as well.
Yet, unexpectedly, the petite wandering merchant behind the counter hesitated.
"What? You won't sign?"
Sun Ying's tone held a trace of confusion, but beneath her silver-white skull mask, her eyes gleamed