Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 271 A Friendly Witness
Both the guild leader Arden and the deputy guild leader Lorraine, who had some experience, sensed the potential danger of the sinkhole, but they refused to agree.
Having lost their fundamental reliance on force, and with their backers proven unreliable, do the Maginots still have any other options?
protest!

turn down!

objection!

turn down!

argue!

Ignore!

Helpless, Arden could only cautiously speak up: "We agree to the contract, but we have a small suggestion."

"You have no suggestions at all, I think you just have opinions!" The mage knew exactly what the other party was up to, and with a cold laugh, he shut down Arden's next words.

Finally, these guys made up their minds and, with bitter faces, prepared to sign and put their fingerprints on the papers, like women forced into prostitution.

"This contract must be the legendary magical contract, and its binding force must be extraordinary."

Before signing the contract, Vice Leader Lorraine made what seemed like a casual remark.

The monk seemed to suddenly remember: "Thank you for the reminder. I also feel that we need to give our trust a boost."

"Facio, Voco, Ferre"

As the incantation faded, a deep, gloomy voice rang out.

“I heard the sixth death knell toll in Washiangdo.”

As the gang members stared in disbelief, a tall, crimson figure emerged from the summoning circle—the Doomsday Messenger had answered the call!

The enormous creature standing before them was over three meters tall, its entire body completely encased in a red suit of armor, with a pair of tattered wings on its back that faintly flickered with firelight.

Looking up again, one could see a pair of huge, curved horns pointing to the sky, and below them, a ferocious face and a gaping maw filled with fangs that screamed "savage."

He held a giant blade, its blade as red-hot as burning iron, radiating an inextinguishable demonic flame.

What a demon general from hell, what a messenger of doom! The moment he appeared, an invisible fear and oppression spread.

The surprise was so big that the gang members, before they could even rejoice, were already in a hurry to run away.

Can you please have some mercy? We're just trying to make a living by joining a gang. This kind of monster is something that only heroes, the kind of people who sing about in the songs of bards, would face.

"Don't be afraid, he has come to be a witness."

Just before the runners in the escape marathon were about to start, a monk's words stopped them in their tracks.

"witness?"

The astonished gang members couldn't help but ask a question.

“That’s right. Mr. Lorraine just reminded me that a qualified witness is essential to further deepen mutual trust.”

With a beaming smile, Zhang Yuan spoke as if introducing a guest: "This demon general from hell has the nickname 'Messenger of Doomsday.' I imagine overseeing a contract shouldn't be a problem for him. Are you all relieved now?"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Arden forced a fake smile onto his already stiff face, but his heart was heavy. This was more than just relief; it was utterly hopeless. With his limited experience, he looked at the other person's extremely imposing appearance and recalled the fear that had risen in his heart earlier. An ominous thought surged into his mind uncontrollably.

Could this be a high-level Barthullah or even a hellish demon refiner?

What's terrifying isn't just the demon itself, but also the fact that a spellcaster who can summon such a monster at will means only one thing: that the other party is someone we are absolutely not qualified to provoke.

Poor Lorraine bore pressure he shouldn't have had to endure. His teammates were momentarily unable to accept this sudden surprise, and though they dared not speak out, they could only channel their joy into sharp, piercing stares directed at the talkative, brilliant man.

Now that things have come to this, there's no going back. The Yama Blade in the Doomsday Messenger's hand, with its ever-rising eternal demonic flames, is no joke.

Lorraine, who was pushed forward by everyone, became the first to take the plunge. Subsequently, all eleven gang members completed the signing, put away the documents with satisfaction, and took out the box containing their severed fingers. Under the effect of the organ preservation spell, the eleven thumbs inside looked as fresh as if they had just been cut off.

Each severed finger was marked with a different number. The mage relied on his memory to accurately return all the thumbs to their rightful owners, and then the rightful owners made their appearance.

"I'm sure I can charm you!"

Two alluring witches made a dashing entrance, tap dancing, and their skill, Nature's Aid, was the key to healing.

The Maginots pressed the severed fingers against the wounds, fitting them together perfectly. Although the pain from the cuts was overwhelming, their hearts were filled with a mixture of anticipation and joy.

One by one, tiny sprites, radiating warm light like birds, were summoned and continuously surrounded the wounds and injuries of the gang members.

Some people even closed their eyes to enjoy it, but didn't forget to keep their thumbs firmly in place.

After the spell ended, several impatient individuals couldn't wait to try wiggling their thumbs.

get well!

Seeing that their companions were unharmed, all the Maginots began to check their own bodies and were pleasantly surprised to find that not only had their fingers been severed, but most of the pain they had suffered had also disappeared.

"Today's matter is settled, but Arden, conceal your identity and come with me."

The mage waved his hand to dispel the summoning of the fawn and gave instructions to Arden.

Although Arden was somewhat confused and uneasy, he dared not disobey the will of the person in front of him. Not to mention that the Doomsday Messenger was still there, the contract he had just signed was like a stone weighing on his heart.

However, being a non-spellcaster, he never imagined that all of this was just a smokescreen created by some "grand mage" in his eyes.

The contract is indeed a magical contract, but it is just an ordinary secret-keeping contract. Its main function is to ensure that one party will be slightly punished if they reveal certain information.

As for contracts that force a dozen or so people to act according to one's own will, which have the effect of group command, they do exist, but they are by no means ordinary items, and Zhang Yuan cannot afford them at present. Besides, it is impossible for him to waste them on such a few lackeys.

However, contracts are not only about their binding force or punitive effect; their deterrent effect is also an important factor in ensuring that the contents of the agreement are observed.

The fact that a certain mage had the Doomguard appear on stage had already greatly shocked the people of Maginot. After this whole performance, these guys, who only had a superficial understanding of magic and extradimensional knowledge, had no choice but to believe it.

After all, in their eyes, the apocalypse was almost no different from the legendary high-level demons, not to mention that the cunning mage had secretly cast a terror spell.

The spell wasn't targeted at anyone, but the aftershocks of its negative energy put some pressure on the gang members who were focused on Doomsday, giving these Prime Materialist bastards a low-budget version of their ferocity.

Thus, a great show came to a perfect end.

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