This is a fantasy world where angels and demons dance together, elves and dwarves play mahjong, and every imperial royal family member has a dragon.
In the Campbell black market, there is an ...
The other magic saints forced smiles and blocked Panticilin and Li Aili's path.
"Big lawyer, let's settle this privately, let's settle this privately, don't go to court, going to court will ruin our relationship." The lawyer said with a smile that looked more like a grimace.
In short, the negotiations lasted for three hours, the mages endured pain they shouldn't have had to bear, and finally the parties reached an agreement—'everyone was ecstatic except for the mages.'
Panticillin presented the 17-page 'indemnity clause' to the Holy See.
The monks' hands trembled so much they could barely hold their pens.
Li Aili saw that the bubbles above their heads were trembling.
[Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit! Whoever signs this contract is damned and will be nailed to the mage's pillar of shame!]
[Bullshit! Bullshit! If you don't sign, you'll be nailed to the dock!]
[Suddenly I envy macarons... If my photo in a pink dress had been published in every newspaper back then... I wouldn't be suffering like this today.]
It was clear that the Dharma Saints were not at peace.
Panticillin: "I won't force anyone who doesn't want to sign."
He made a gesture as if to take away the terms, and the monks instinctively rushed ahead of him, each signing their names in a hasty handwriting.
Panticillin looked at those names with genuine regret.
If it goes to trial, I can at least double the amount of the compensation claim.
Li Aili: "..."
The monks, in order to raise the compensation money and face a whole host of other troubles, simply ran away.
They could have a heart attack if they even glanced at Panticillin, the kind that even a potion couldn't save them from.
The archmages walked up to Panticilin, shook hands with him one by one, and recorded the moment on video.
"Next time there's something like this, be sure to invite us to come and watch! Don't worry about supporting us! We're experts at gang fights!"
Panticillin smiled slightly.
The 'Non-Intelligent Alliance' special team began arranging the transfer of elemental life forms, as well as a whole bunch of messy follow-up matters.
After the arcanists left, Li Aili leaned close to Panticil and whispered:
"Mr. Panticillin, can you sense if there are any special plants here?"
Panticil carefully sensed it and said, "The activity area over there by the water element seems to have a somewhat unique feel to it."
Panticillin roughly guessed the purpose of Li Aili's trip.
He slowed down his packing, saying, "If someone is interested in anything here, I'll advise them to hurry up."
"Non-Intelligent Link will probably block this place immediately."
Panticillin picked up his neatly packed briefcase. "Finally, are you interested in...?"
Li Aili: "No! Thank you for your kind offer! I'm not suitable! I'm extremely stupid! I can't remember such a thick legal code! Goodbye!"
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