The contract had been completed.
Charles withdrew from the contract space.
The exchange with the demons inside had left him feeling slightly dizzy.
Every demon, regardless of its strength, was exceedingly cunning.
When they gathered in large numbers, demons might turn on one another, stab each other in the back, and play dirty tricks for all sorts of reasons.
But when demons acted as independent individuals, that was when their intelligence and cunning truly showed.
Still, no matter how cunning a group might be, some would sign contracts with Charles when driven by hunger and hardship.
After resting for a while, Charles formally began using the witchcraft: Summon Imp.
As he traced runes in his mind and assembled the witchcraft model, his magic power and the soul power he had prepared in advance gradually depleted.
Whoosh!
A small summoning rune array appeared before him.
A low-level Quasit was summoned. It was about the same size as the one Loran had dissected last time.
However, the threat it displayed was far smaller.
The one Loran had dissected was a physical demon, tricked over by Loran into handing over its body.
What Charles had summoned, however, was merely a demon projection. Its combat strength was far inferior to that of its true body.
Generally speaking, a projection possessed only around seventy percent of the original body's combat strength.
Still, the two Quasits looked roughly alike.
Just as demons viewed humans, perhaps humans all looked the same in the eyes of demons.
After being summoned, the Quasit crouched low, warily surveying its surroundings.
Its tail swayed faintly behind it, keeping itself poised to exert force at any moment. At a single command from Charles, it would launch into action at once.
"Witcher, where is the enemy!?"
Yet after waiting for quite some time