"A contract in the spirit domain..." Alger repeated softly before saying solemnly, "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Temperance. I've learned a great deal."
Audrey dipped her head in acknowledgment, silently resolving to try contracting a messenger of her own once she advanced to the middle or high sequences.
Meanwhile, beneath the Bronze Long Table, Klein quietly materialized a small sheet of yellowish-brown parchment, recording the details Lin Chuan had just explained:
Incantation contract... Death God's honorific name... description of the Underworld... spirit powers... K.
With a thought, he sent the parchment flying into the depths of the gray fog, satisfied. He intended to use that area as a "junk pile" above the gray fog.
Still, I wonder whether I can bring real-world objects up here, or whether I can only store things I imagine and materialize above the gray fog.
Klein reined in his thoughts and resumed his posture, hands folded and body leaning back slightly, his entire figure concealed in the dense gray fog.
"You're welcome," Lin Chuan replied casually. "Consider this the payment Mr. Fool provided in advance."
Payment I provided in advance?
Klein played along with a slight nod, looking as though everything was under his control.
Seeing that the discussion about the thousand pounds and messengers had concluded, Audrey once again turned toward Mr. Fool at the head of the Bronze Long Table.
Klein leaned back slightly and glanced along both sides. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the edge of the Bronze Long Table as he spoke in a low, unhurried voice:
"The diary Roselle Gustav left behind... you can use it as payment. Collect the entries for me. The questions answered just now will cost each of you three pages."
"Of course, if you have additional diary pages, I will provide further compensation."
"Emperor