Amberser looked at Mr. Misfortune in the mirror and for a moment did not know what to say.
Why would Zariel swap a contract with Mr. Misfortune, clearly a losing deal, making such a move simply because Mr. Misfortune was a Diviner Mage?
Although rare, this profession could not match the collapse of an entire kingdom.
Even for Goddess Tiamat, it wasn't just about harvesting the souls of millions of people. Should the Impure Chant collapse, more Tiflins would die in the ensuing war, and a great portion of those Tiflin souls would fall into the depths of Hell.
Why pass up such a good deal?
After some thought, Amberser asked, "Have you already signed the contract?"
Mr. Misfortune shook his head and said, "Not yet, I am waiting to finalize the list of those who need to be saved before I negotiate with Zariel, but it's essentially settled."
