"Alright." Dabus stepped forward, nodding courteously, then turned to Anthony, addressing him in a serious tone, "Let's go sign our names."
The latter looked puzzled: "Th...thousand...signs?"
"Yes, signatures, writing your name in this book, we need to cooperate with their work."
Dabus elegantly picked up the quill, putting it into his left hand, he pointed to the place where Motan had just signed and encouraged Anthony, "You can do it, remember? You have already learned. Go ahead!"
Anthony lowered his head and looked at the feather pen in his hand, then looked at Dabus. Tiny sweat beads slowly appeared on his face, and it took a good while before he mumbled, "Anthony, Dabus…one, Dabus, write name…and Anthony's."
"No way, absolutely no way."
