There was still displeasure in Lissop's eyes as he looked at the hand the Medium held out to him, but he did not forget his manners.
The lord stood, shook Arthur's hand, then began writing the terms of their transaction on the Contract, specifying certain details.
For example, if the lord violated the Contract, he would suffer immediate death.
Once Arthur had checked everything, the lord pricked his finger and let his blood drip onto it-unlike Young Lissop's public Contract, a Contract for a private transaction like this required one party's blood as proof.
The blood of the noble party was especially important.
After all, it could all be verified against existing records!
Arthur watched the blood drip from the man's fingertip onto the parchment. The crimson blood and black ink lit up for less than a second, then all the writing on the Contract took on a faint red tint, while the Contract's own soft glow grew stronger.
After checking it once more, Arthur put the Contract away and gestured for Lissop to leave.
The lord immediately rose and headed out of 2 Kirk Street.
Under the banyan tree, Young Lissop had been waiting for some time with Edwin.
Seeing his father emerge, the lord's son immediately lowered his head in shame.
Lissop looked at his son without saying anything more, merely giving his shoulder a light pat-
"Let's go. We're going back to South Town."
"Yes, Father."
Lissop left with Young Lissop.
Edwin returned to the carriage as well.
Arthur stared at the lord's carriage.
He kept feeling that something was wrong.
And as a Medium, Arthur trusted his intuition implicitly!
So, a moment later, Fuginn spread his wings on the roof of 2 Kirk Street and vanished into the night.
At the same time, Arthur could not