"Don't look at me like that, as if you're ready to die a hero's death. Through your experiment, I've roughly determined what day this is. I have to say, you were truly lucky to run into me."
Su Ming lifted Khadgar off the ground like a cat and propped him against a nearby bookshelf. He turned and pulled the two weapons from the ground where he had been warming himself by the fire and eating. He put away the greatsword and kept only the staff-shaped Godslayer.
Khadgar was somewhat suspicious. Not only did the other man have no killing intent, but he wasn't even guarding against him.
"You know what's going on?"
Su Ming slung the staff over his shoulder like a pole, resting both hands on it as he nodded in a thoroughly relaxed manner. "Yeah. But if you're unwilling to negotiate terms with me, I won't tell you these secrets. The outcome isn't all that serious anyway. At most, the Stormwind Kingdom will be destroyed. You can always continue your studies in Dalaran."
"How can it be like this? I accept your terms. Sir Lothar and King Llane have cared for me like elders—how can I turn a blind eye to this?" Khadgar dropped the candlestick. The weapon in Su Ming's hand gave off such a powerful light that no other illumination was needed.
Deathstroke merely wanted him to swear to owe a few favors. He was just an insignificant little apprentice, so he might as well agree.
"Mm, good. Sign this written agreement. If you ever decide not to honor it, I'll spread word everywhere that you're a dishonorable little man who breaks his promises. Your reputation will be completely ruined."
Su Ming immediately took out paper and a pen to draft the contract, then pointed to