"If you become an official Arcanist, you'll have the right to save a million of your people and ensure that the Stirex don't go extinct," Jean-Claude continued calmly. However, his words made Kroll's eyes tremble violently, because they carried countless implications.
"Moreover, since I tend to favor order, once you have the ability to exchange an equivalent item, I'm willing to sell you the rights to this plane again."
"You are?" Kroll asked.
"That's right." Claude nodded. "I can even put it in writing." By the time Kroll could afford to buy this plane back, it would already be useless to Claude, because he would have used the knowledge here to elevate his career to a whole new level.
He didn't care much for things like minerals. The empire was rapidly entering a new era, and aside from a few rare minerals, most magical minerals could easily be manufactured artificially.
The only valuable thing left was this plane's law. However, Claude was still in the process of strengthening his willpower and needed some time before he could meet the requirements. By then, he would have more than enough planes to aid him.
"I'd be happy to accept," Kroll said immediately. He didn't know whether the man was telling the truth, but he had no other choice except to believe him.
"No problem." Claude snapped his fingers, summoning a contract written in Kroll's language. He hadn't tampered with it; it was a standard Soul Contract guaranteed by the empire.
"You understand that all these benefits are contingent on your passing the test and becoming an Arcanist, right?"
"I understand."
"Good." Claude nodded and handed him the contract. Kroll read it carefully from beginning to end, making sure he hadn't missed a single letter or punctuation mark. In the end, he decided