He feared escaping the wolf's mouth, only to fall into the tiger's jaws.
Perhaps sensing his hesitation, the golden ladybug resting on the black dandelion suddenly flapped its wings and then emitted a trace of golden light, swiftly etching indistinct ancient script within Ronan's consciousness space.
"Contract?..."
Ronan deciphered the meaning embedded in the ancient text and furrowed his brows.
"Is this your way of showing sincerity?"
Ronan contemplated but ultimately refused.
"Unless you sign this one of mine..."
The soul contract was like the contracts of the past life, with the final interpretation rights always in the hands of the drafter.
He casually drafted a "Master-Servant" contract largely benefiting himself and tossed it towards the golden ladybug, speaking calmly, "You can choose not to accept it. I also won't attempt to study this inheritance, and from now on, your existence will become a soul ailment that I need to urgently resolve in the next step..."
