"Water Piddick..."

The mage's words seemed to be filled with uncontrollable anger: "You have wasted my two fourteen-ring magic!"

But the omnipotent creature suddenly turned into a black mist and scattered.

"You need to make compensation for me."

As the name was called out again, the dissipated black mist was sucked back.

The name seemed to have some magic, and even though the contract had turned into pieces, it still stuck it firmly.

The black fog condensed into a hunched figure and lay on the ground. It spoke strange and harsh language, as if the black-haired young man was in front of a loud curse:

“Asalake!    Wikezzamus!    Karukimus..."

"Shut up..."

The black figure suddenly lost all the sound.

The mage stood there quietly, as if he was calming his emotions.

After a while, he slowly squatted down: "There is no need for a transaction between us. I suggest changing the topic..."

His cold eyes stared at the shadow on the ground:
Chapter completed!