Kyle's True Purpose

Afterward, Birdman laid out several more rules, most of them prohibiting any interference with matters related to the Dragon Sanctuary. Compared to the earlier conditions, though, these were insignificant, and Kyle agreed to every one of them.

Just as he had said before, these were not why he had come here. If all he wanted was to make Galleons, he could simply raid Diagon Alley again. There was no need to travel all this way.

So even though Kyle found some of the conditions rather outrageous, he did not care.

Across from Kyle, Birdman was practically moved to tears. He wanted nothing more than to use every word he could think of to praise Kyle.

Over these past few minutes, he had gradually built up an image of Kyle as a great philanthropist who genuinely loved dragons and was willing to spend a fortune in Galleons to protect them.

It had to be said, there were still more good people in the wizarding world!

With the two of them sharing the same assumptions, things progressed exceptionally smoothly.

Ten minutes later, Birdman repaired the broken quill, dipped it in ink, and barely managed to write out a certificate with trembling hands.

It was a sponsorship certificate, containing everything he had just discussed with Kyle.

Birdman raised his wand and softly recited an awkward, ancient incantation. As the spell mingled with the ink, Birdman signed his name in the most prominent spot on the certificate.

With a bright flash of white light, the ordinary parchment became a magical contract.

Kyle merely glanced over it before casually putting it away. If anyone else saw this thing, they would probably think he was an idiot.

No, even an idiot would not make a deal that offered no profit at all.

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