Black Mountain stared at the contract, narrowing his bear eyes.
He had heard of Soul Contracts. In the Lower Realm, most contracts through which the Demon Race sold themselves into the service of the Human Race were of this sort, much the same apart from minor differences.
Once the brand was imprinted, someone else held your life and death in their hands.
He probed it with his Divine Sense. Good grief, it was crammed with writing.
Things like "willingly obey all commands," "any disobedience shall result in the annihilation of the Divine Soul," and "all treasures and opportunities obtained must be surrendered"...
This was no contract. They were looking for slaves.
Black Mountain cursed inwardly, but put on a simple, honest smile:
"Old Cat, take a look. I ain't much good at reading."
Red Wind took it and swept it with his Divine Sense as well. His pupils contracted slightly.
He raised his head and gave Black Mountain a meaningful look.
Black Mountain blinked to show he understood.
The gray-robed cultivators opposite them were in no hurry. Their leader waited with a smile, as though watching two stupid demons slowly walk into a cage.
"Well? Made up your minds yet?"
Black Mountain scratched his belly, looking the very picture of simple honesty:
"Well... could you let us talk it over? Us brothers just got here and don't know a thing. Wouldn't want to cause you gentlemen any trouble."
The leader laughed and waved a hand:
"Go ahead, go ahead. No hurry."
Black Mountain and Red Wind shuffled a few steps aside, turning their backs on the cultivators.
The two demons exchanged voice transmissions:
"We can't sign this contract. Sign it and we'll spend our lives working like oxen and horses."
Black Mountain transmitted back, "No kidding. I ain't stupid. What