I touched the soulgem and deposited 20,000 souls. Carlyle then worked on the document for about five minutes, his entire body swaying from side to side. He then stamped the document, which suddenly created two separate copies.
He handed me one as he folded the other.
"Here is your copy, my lord. As of today, they are yours. However, if you do not pay the balance of 80,000 souls, I will inform the White Guard."
"Okay. Remember to have it notarized by Administration, okay?"
"Yes, my lord."
After our business was done, I cancelled my death resonance. Then I watched Carlyle's face go through the emotions of anger, disappointment, and finally acceptance.
Instead of saying anything else, he simply bowed and said his farewells.
"It has been a pleasure working with you, my lord. I wish you the best of luck in your upcoming war. Pixie, D, take care. And know that you will always have a home here."
