The study was silent, except for the flame-like power of chaos rising in the air, dragging a miasma of mist with it. In fact, Zal said it very politely, about the "blessed power" he obtained, not to mention the entire gimbal, that is, in the entire Elolin Continent, I am afraid that there will be no more than four people with the same power.

As for Cadius, who was sitting next to him, he had already put all his attention on the amber bottle. He was not worried about Casavalon's reaction at all, in other words, if the other party didn't even have this knowledge, then let alone sign a contract, I am afraid that they would not have any contact with the entire Efaran family again. This is a very simple truth, because the true God cannot be blasphemed, whether in heaven or hell.

Of course not, this old man who is in charge of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" and even the great steward of the Efaran family, the only thing that is not lacking is this. It's just that what Zal has shown has cut through the boundaries of his proposition of the gods, and has taken his cognition into completely unfamiliar territory.

"The power of secret blessing"? This is an extremely terrifying fact, is there still a god of heaven who has not yet been known to the mortal world even when the miracles have long since disappeared?

Casavalon stood stunned, his eyes flickering brightly, his brain spinning wildly, as if everything he had been robbed of by his old age had all come back the moment he saw Zal. Sharp, calm, wise, knowledgeable...... This old man was like a sharp blade covered with dust, and finally at the moment when the years were coming to an end, he shook away all the dust, brilliant, and extremely sharp.

At the moment when the atmosphere in the study was a little solemn. There was a slight knock or two, and almost at the same time, the gray blade in Zal's hand vanished with a whizz.

"Sir, you didn't ......," Aleph leaned in as he pushed the door a little nervously, for he heard the heavy seat toppling over, though he should not disturb such a conversation. However, he still came in head-on. But in an instant, his words were stuck in his throat.

The two sudden glances made him feel cold all over his body, and even had the illusion of suffocation, but this feeling disappeared in a flash. In his sight, the old butler, Mr. Casavallon, was standing behind the desk, his silver hair looked a little messy, but the old man's momentum at this time was a little familiar buried deep in his memory, and that was decades ago. The first time I met this gentleman, he looked like.

For a while, many complicated emotions poured into Aleph's body. "I, I'm ......," he repeated, somewhat bewildered.

"I'm fine, Alev, don't be nervous," the old butler looked at his secretary and smiled gently, "let's get out." Help me keep an eye on the study door, anyone. You don't have to come near here, anyone!" he said.

"Yes, sir!" replied Aleph, stooping a sneak glance at Zar and the half-elf sitting in their chairs, closing the door and withdrawing. "Was it just a delusion?...... he muttered to himself.

Casavalon took a deep breath. He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and raised his hand to tuck his silver hair. "I'm sorry, gentlemen, I lost my temper. He said as he fixed his gaze on Zal, looking him straight into the other's eyes. "Everything before that. All aside, I just want to ask one question for now. He said with extreme seriousness.

"Speak. Zar nodded.

"Please tell me, before you came to the PTZ, you were innocent at all?" the old man's voice was slow, and he asked a most crucial question, containing many possibilities, and even a part of the truth.

Zal looked at the old butler, as if thinking about something, and finally, he shook his head. "No, if cowardice and self-pity are sins, I am guilty. He said.

The wrinkles on the old man's face widened and he smiled. "Thank you for your honesty, Zal. He turned back and put the chair back up, then sat down very relaxed. But he didn't speak immediately, as if he was thinking about something, and cast his gaze on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. From there, he could see a line of blue sky between the "crystal dome".

Zal was silent, while Cadius took a glass and took a sip of his drink, and the room was quiet. After a long time, the old man looked back at the blank contract on the table, as if he had made a decision, nodded to himself, picked it up, tore it up again, and swept it into the trash.

Faced with the shattered contract, Zar and the half-elf glanced at each other in some confusion. Did the other party choose to give up on signing him after all?

But the old man's movements did not stop there, he sank one shoulder, and seemed to reach for the bottom drawer of the desk. Next, I don't know what mechanism I touched, but after hearing a slight "click" sound, a rectangular dark black wooden box was held in the old man's hand and placed on the table very solemnly.

Rubbing the texture on the wooden box, it was gentle like touching the lover in his heart, and the old man's face was full of excitement or a smile of relief. "I never thought that one day I would open this ...... myself," he said, with a slight tremor, but to the ears of Zal and Cadius, there was something unclear.

As he spoke, the old man pressed the emblem ring on his index finger into a depression in the side wall of the wooden box, and twisted it gently. With a click, the sliding lid on the wooden box jerked to the side, revealing a small gap.

Casavalon pushed open the slider and said as if talking to himself. "For the sake of the Lord God, I should have met you sooner, ...... Zal," he said, "in that case, I can guarantee that I will be able to turn the 'Conviction Terrace' upside down, I mean, the world upside down!"

"Actually, it's not too late. Zar smiled and interjected, he didn't worry about what was inside the wooden box.

The old man laughed happily and kept nodding. "That's right, that's not too late!" he said, carefully taking out two things from inside, one a sharp-tipped "iron pen" and the other a metal "letter paper" folded into a rectangle with a silver sheen.

At this moment, even the curiosity of Zal and Cadius was aroused, and they watched these two strange things without blinking. "This. What is it?" the half-elf asked quietly.

The old man put the "iron pen" on Table Mountain, holding the "letter paper" in both hands. "This is what the Efaran family has taken over from the then lord of the city since the establishment of the 'Blood Arena'......" His words caught the eyes of Zar and the half-elves, "It has been more than forty years since I took over the wooden box from the previous butler, and today is the first time I have opened ......"

As he spoke, he gently lifted the fire paint of the silver-white "letterhead", only to see the streamer flickering. The "letter paper" unexpectedly stretched out with a thud, and fell into the old butler's hand without a single crease, and it was engraved with fine words carved in metal.

The old man carefully placed the "letter paper" on the table, took a deep breath, looked up at Zhal, and whispered: "Their names, one is 'vassal pen', and the other is 'forgiveness of sins'......"

After hearing this, Zal and the half-elf were stunned. The situation in front of us seems to be a long way from what I expected. "What do they mean?" asked Zar.

"When the 'Blood Arena' was first created, each of our three families was given five 'forgiveness documents' by the city lord, and this was the third of the Efaran family. The old butler explained, "The gladiator who signed the document will no longer be a villain registered in the 'Conviction Yuntai', and he will join the contracted family from now on and become a permanent member of this family." ”

"Please forgive me for being blunt. Zal shook his head slowly, "It doesn't seem to mean much to me. "Actually. He really doesn't need a useless title, and it doesn't matter to him whether his identity is whitewashed or not.

"Don't judge too soon, Zal," the old butler was not angry. Instead, he laughed, "The concept of an ordinary contracted gladiator is completely different from that of a gladiator within the family. "The purpose of signing them is to use their power to remove the current consuls, but the investment is limited." And you. If you sign a contract, then for a long time after that, the Efaran family will have only one mission, which is to get you out and leave Windcliff City. Even, at the expense of everything, just for this one purpose. ”

"The question is, what do you get?" asked Zal.

"yes, what do we get?" Casavalon repeated, tapping lightly on the table, "because Wind Cliff is not as simple as you seem...... And you, forever, will be marked by Efaran. I'm saying that, are you satisfied?"

This is the second time that Zal has heard this, and the last time it was said in Adjani's mouth. "You're gambling......" he said, looking at the old butler.

Casavalon shook his head. "It's better that we're betting against ......," he said, "I'm betting on how much strength you have, how much help we can provide, it's as simple as that." The old man looked at Zal with a smile, as if waiting for an answer.

Zar frowned, weighed carefully, and turned his head to look at the half-elf next to him, but the other shrugged his shoulders. "Ask yourself, Zal, this is no longer the scope of my advice for you. ”

Zal sighed and looked up at Casavallon. "Last question, why me?" he asked.

The old butler laughed noncommittally. "Because I believe in my own vision, and in the vision of the young lady," he paused, and his eyes radiated a dazzling look, as if he had become much younger in an instant, "and at the same time, I also believe that fate has always had a purpose for me to see the 'secret gift' in my last life, and I have no doubt about it." ”

"Thank you, I'll sign. Zal nodded firmly and said.

"No, young man, maybe it's me who should say thank you last......" Casavalon picked up the pen, leaned down on the table and looked at the paperwork, took a deep breath, paused the tip of the pen on it, and wrote heavily.

The grinding sound of metal echoed in the study, and shiny crumbs rolled and slowly flowed out from the trajectory of the pen as it swiped across the "letter paper". From top to bottom, the old butler carved the words that seemed to carry the weight of life, one by one, until finally, in a string of elegant signatures, drew an arrow-like pen, and completed the whole work.

Exhaled with great difficulty, the old butler's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. "Sorry to keep you waiting...... Age, Lord God, I wish I could be ten years younger!" he said, turning the paperwork to Zhal, "During the season, you will receive a weekly salary of four thousand silver tables, and you will get a share of the ticket revenue and betting revenue for each game. In addition, the Efaran family promises to provide you with all possible financial support until you successfully leave Windcliff City. ”

"These are all written in the paperwork, as for the other details, such as liability clauses, breach of contract clauses, etc., if you are interested, you can also take a look......" He finally pointed to the three blank spaces with an iron pen, "If there are no other problems, just sign the name in these three places, as well as the 'left ear string'." ”

"Don't make a mistake, Zal!" Cadius slammed the armrest and suddenly spoke, "Four thousand silver tables plus a game share, praise Golintia, your contract is already the top salary in the top salary!" he said as if he remembered something, "Wait, my training fee, should you also talk about it in your salary?!"

"No problem, I'll give you as much as you want!" Zar smiled and glanced at the half-elf, took the pen, glanced at the paperwork briefly, signed his name, and handed it back again.

After a brief examination, Casavalon let out a relaxed breath and smiled kindly at Zal. "Welcome to the Efaran family. ”

"Thank you. Zal replied. I have to say that the harvest of coming to the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" this time has far exceeded his expectations.

The old butler, who sat across from the desk, pressed the top half of the paperwork and tore it gently, only to hear a sound, like tearing gold leaf, leaving a third of the paperwork with Zal's name in his hand. Then he rang the bell on the table, and soon, Aleph pushed the door and walked in.

"What do you command, sir?" he asked, bowing down.

"Take these two papers, accompany Zal to the 'Gladiator Hall' to register ......" Casavalon pushed the paperwork to the corner of his desk, and Aleph walked briskly.

However, as soon as he tried to pick up the paperwork, he froze on the spot as if he had been released from petrification, almost staring into his round eyes, and his trembling eyes seemed to be enchanted, and he refused to remove from the bright silver "letterhead".

"This, this is ...... I'm sorry, sir......" Aleph said incoherently, and he seemed a little afraid to touch the "letterhead".

"You're lucky to have seen it at such a young age," the old butler laughed, but he soon gave another order that shocked Aleph even more. "In addition, all other gladiator contracts will be terminated, and the liquidated damages will be calculated and paid immediately. He said and looked at Zhal, "From today on, the Efaran family has only one mission - to make Zal the champion of Windcliff City!"

Aleph's eyes lit up and his waist tightened suddenly. "Yes, sir!" he insisted. (To be continued......)