Hill flew to the fountain's edge, the night deepening, and many magical beasts had come to drink from the Water of Purification.
The gathering was particularly complete today; Hill smiled as he looked around at the various high-level magical beasts squatting in the front, and the lower rank creatures lurking in the back.
"The high-level magical beasts that didn't return today," Hill spoke slowly, hoping each word was clearly understood "I've agreed to their signing equal contracts with the Undead Tribe. If you also wish to live outside the territory and are worried about easy death, you can choose to find an Undead member."
I have permitted them to come to the valley for two hours daily after seven days to look for high-level magical beasts interested in making a contract. They have a space where magical beasts can live—safety can be offered in times of mortal danger, but it is no guarantee of absolute safety."
