Chapter 819 The Real Purpose
After a moment, the dazzling golden light dimmed, and the majestic atmosphere gradually dissipated, as if the solemn scene of drafting a law had ended. Georgina handed Angel a contract with several lines of clauses and said:
“You can read it carefully and sign your name at the end.
"Of course, if you are not satisfied with the terms, you can choose not to sign."
If I were really a Sequence 6 witch, I would have completely surrendered under such pressure and would never dare to refuse to sign... Angel muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the terms.
The cooperation with her will last for one year. Any extension will require a new contract... The cooperation is limited to trade and economic matters, and does not involve social or personal interactions. However, I cannot disclose the contents of the contract... Georgina has the right to propose three "reasonable deals," which the other party cannot refuse... During the cooperation period, neither party shall take any action that is detrimental to the other...
As a demigod who wields the power of order, the terms drafted by Georgina were very concise, but they also avoided various possibilities of loopholes. Angel read it several times and found that the only thing he needed to pay attention to was the three "reasonable transactions" clauses, because these would be completely beneficial to the other party and he could not refuse them.
Of course, the fact that it is difficult to find loopholes in the content of the contract does not mean that the contract itself cannot be broken. The mark of Anne buried in the palm of Angel's right hand represents her five-year contract with the ghost ship. It is obviously of a higher status and has stronger binding force. Even if Angel is asked by Georgina to do something detrimental to Anne, the conflict between the contracts will make this clause invalid, or even directly abolish the entire contract.
But out of caution, Angel still asked:
"What do these three 'reasonable transactions' initiated by you mean?"
"It's very simple. Just like this time when you accepted Sander's commission to conduct an arms trade that benefits both of us, I will propose conditions that are beneficial to both you and me to achieve a certain project. As long as it doesn't endanger your life, property, or dignity, you cannot refuse... This is a supplementary clause, binding on both you and me."
As Georgina spoke, the contract in Angel's hand lit up again, a much dimmer light than before. A new line of ancient Fusac text flashed in the blank space below, writing down the points she had said.
It seems that if I hadn't asked, you wouldn't have planned to add this point... Angel complained in his heart and evaluated these additional contents.
"What if the request isn't bad for me, but it's bad for my family and friends? Do I have to agree to it?"
She asked in a probing manner, like a little witch who didn't dare to directly disobey her superior but had all kinds of worries.
"That falls under the part about hurting your 'dignity', and I have no intention of using any tactics against your friends."
Duchess Georgina Augustus answered with a smile, not at all displeased by Angel's procrastination and hesitation.
This made her feel like the other party was setting a trap for her to fall into.
Of course, the prerequisite is that the other party does have some ideas about the "Queen Anne's Revenge". Otherwise, a "joyful" witch with only tens of thousands of pounds in apparent assets and no identity or status is not worth the demigod using various means to deceive her.
"I request two additional clauses," Angel said after a moment, letting out a long breath. "Within one year of our cooperation, my profit must be no less than thirty thousand pounds. Furthermore, if either party dies or is seriously injured, making it impossible to fulfill the contract, the contract will be void."
As she spoke, her eyes narrowed involuntarily, as if she saw gold coins being held in her arms.
"No problem, in fact, the benefits you get will be much higher than this."
Georgina raised her eyebrows, took the contract, quickly added the two points Angel mentioned, and signed her name first.
Fortunately, she thought my focus was on the first clause, and the second clause was just my worry about not being able to fulfill the contract for some reason. My focus was on the second clause, which could take advantage of my uniqueness and find a loophole...
Angel muttered, took the pen, confirmed all the terms one last time, and signed the name of Christine Theresa.
Although this is a pseudonym, after using it for a while, it will point to her just like Angelica Sage, and can also be used in contracts.
As she wrote the last letter, the ancient Feysac words on the paper shone with golden light, merging together to form a brilliance that was difficult to look at directly. The entire contract faded and disappeared in the light.
At the same time, an invisible force gathered around Angel, imposing the various restrictions described in the contract on her body and spirit. Georgina, who was sitting opposite her, had a faint golden glow in her eyes, and was obviously subject to the same restrictions.
Based on my experience with Klein and I signing several different contracts, the power attached to this demigod in the contract is undoubtedly capable of killing a Sequence 6 Beyonder. Even for a demigod, violating the terms would result in significant harm, or even loss of control... Angel was still thinking back to the days when Klein played Admiral Amyrius when he saw Georgina Augustus, whose majestic aura was gradually subsiding, speak again.
"Now that you've signed the contract, you'll temporarily become a member of the Loen military. Of course, your current life won't change. Within a month, Sander will give you the next commission. This time, all the profits will belong to you. We only want the results."
"Is it still the arms trade?"
Angel's heart moved and he asked back.
"Of course, but the location has changed. It's now in the Southern Continent... Haha, that Dwayne Dantès you're interested in went there a month ago and sold tens of thousands of pounds worth of arms. You can seek his help. As long as you don't reveal the contract, we won't stop you."
She even investigated this... Angel nodded silently.
"Finally, I have one more question for you." Seeing her agree, Georgina drank the already slightly cold black tea in her cup in one gulp and continued, "When you were in the witch sect, did you ever hear of a witch named 'Triss'?"
After a pause, she added:
"Maybe 'Triss Chick'."
Triss? Why did she care about this wanted witch who had vanished?
Because they were investigating the Great Smog? Because William Sykes had mysteriously died outside?
Angel pretended to be reminiscing, tilted his head and frowned, then replied after a moment:
"I've heard of her. She's a 'witch' who came to Backlund from Tingen, but ended up getting together with a prince. She disappeared after the great fog last year... Let me confirm, do you know what 'Chike' stands for?"
"The original witch."
Georgina gave the answer with a calm expression.
"Yes, this name was given to her by the sect. I heard a rumor that she was chosen to be the 'vessel' of the Primordial Advent, and even obtained a high-level seal, receiving extra attention..."
Angel carefully gave a partial answer that the royal family might have already known.
"Is it possible that she's still alive? Based on the Witch Cult's style, has she already fled Loen and gone to a neighboring country, or is she still hiding near Backlund?"
Georgina asked without hesitation.
Of course they're still nearby. Rather, they're in the city of Backlund, plotting against the royal family and the military... Angel muttered inwardly, a bewildered expression on his face. He shook his head and replied, "
"I don't know. Perhaps only the members of the Backlund branch and 'Lady Despair' Panatia know about these things, but they have all lost contact after the heavy smog."
"Panatia..."
The expression on Georgina's face changed slightly, as if she knew that this member of the witch sect would not end well.
After a moment, she stood up from the sofa, looked towards the door of the reception room, and said in a calm and emotionless tone:
"Well, let's stop here tonight. When you return, wait for Sander's notification. If you need the military's help, you can contact him. Of course, any help will require a corresponding contribution from you..."
Angel nodded in understanding, stood up and bowed, looking at the untouched snacks with some regret, said goodbye to them, and was about to leave when he heard Georgina's words behind him:
"...If you have any news about Triss... Chick, anything at all, feel free to come directly here and find me."
This kind of attention is a bit strange... Angel thought about it and turned around to ask:
"Is there anything special about her?"
"No, I just have a score to settle with her."
Georgina chuckled and replied vaguely.
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Looking at the black carriage gradually moving away into the distance outside the window, Georgina Augustus withdrew her gaze, sat back on the sofa in the middle of the reception room, picked up a piece of exquisite dessert and stuffed it into her mouth.
A secret door on the wall behind her was pushed open, and a man wearing a white shirt, a black vest, his short black hair neatly combed back, and his eyes shining with golden light walked out.
"Did you finish talking to her? Did you find anything?"
He asked, casually sitting on the sofa where Angel had just been sitting.
"Not much. She readily admitted to being the Pleasure Witch, but I think her 'position' is more than that, and she was quite restrained in her response to my 'charm'. She might be Sequence 5, or possess multiple Sealed Artifacts, reaching that level of combat power. Furthermore, she should have seen through our intentions. I believe it won't be long before the 'Golden Queen' learns of our attempts to contact her."
Georgina replied.
"Indeed, how could the Golden Queen's agent in Backlund be only a Sequence 6..."
The man chuckled and agreed.
"We've already signed the contract. By utilizing those three trading opportunities, we should be able to obtain the information we need and contact the 'Balancer'... It's a shame Amyrius Levitt's operation failed six months ago. Otherwise, we could have traded directly with it without going through so much trouble." Georgina wiped her fingers, which were stained with grease and crumbs from the pastry, and muttered to herself, "This time, it's definitely not going to refuse the conditions we offer..."
The man with short black hair nodded, looked at the slightly dim crimson moon outside the window, and suddenly asked:
"Where's Triss Chick? Did you get any information?"
"These are all things we know. She has no idea where the witch is hiding now, or even if she's still alive." Georgina shook her head, but her tone wasn't too regretful. "If it weren't for some infatuated person who made this the only condition, I wouldn't want to bother with her."
"Oh."
She was responded with a short laugh from the black-haired man.
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