After hesitating for a moment, he finally had Doctor draft an extremely rough Silent Contract.
"It's not that I don't trust you guys."
While the other three signed with pinched noses, the young government-funded student looked apologetic but remained firm. "It's just a precaution, to remind you before you accidentally let it slip..."
"So you're making us wet ourselves whenever we mention that name?" The fat wizard rolled his eyes indignantly, but his curiosity still compelled him to sign the parchment.
"Not wet yourselves. Just feel an extremely strong urge to use the restroom." Zheng Qing corrected him very seriously—actually wetting themselves in public would be far too damaging to their pride. Even if the fat man agreed to sign, the other two would not.
"Did you consider that there's a very high chance the term will come up in my Introduction to Mysticism elective this semester?" Only after Zhang Jixin had signed in a muddle did he belatedly think of something.
That caught Zheng Qing off guard.
He hesitated. "How about... making your whole body itch whenever you mention that name? Or making you trip? What do you think of tying your tongues?"
The young government-funded student recalled the spell the Sin Eater had used last night.
"Forget it, forget it. We've already signed, so let's not make a fuss."
The Red-faced Male Wizard waved a hand, his face full of disdain. "At worst, I'll take sick leave whenever there's a class related to that term... Isn't that why I picked this course in the first place? Now it's your turn. What were you doing Saturday night that was so mysterious?"
Zheng Qing looked around, tapped his spellbook, and cautiously raised a barrier before beginning to tell his companions, as thoroughly as possible, about everything that had happened recently.