Chapter 900 900 Just Don't Do Anything

Chapter 900 900 Just Don't Do Anything

Wolfe shut the shielding, leaving only the one core exposed to outside mana.

"Well, that was unexpected. Alright, I think I know what has happened here. You are not a human to begin with, so when your Mana Cores were corrupted, you began to change more into a creature of his home Realm.

But their mana is hundreds of times more potent than ours is, so blocking off the mana cores as they evolved has left them nearly empty, but thinking that they should be full.

We have likely terrified half the city with that little show, but that happens every time a portal to the Lowest Planes opens, and they're getting used to it.

We will have to do something about your mana cores if you're going to remain here and tour this world for knowledge. If you release your power at random, you're likely to cause a religious frenzy."

Wolfe chuckled and Petros gave him an unamused look.

"Don't even think about it. If I hear about a mysterious Emissary coming to spread nonsense doctrines from the Divine One, I am going to find you and beat you senseless." He insisted.

Wolfe laughed. "See, we just properly met, and already we understand each other so well. Don't worry, I will behave while I am here, and once I have finished I will go home."

Petros considered that for a moment. "What did you even come here to do? Maybe I can help you accomplish it without causing any additional problems."

Wolfe shrugged. "I didn't come here on purpose. I was sent here through a portal after the trial in the Lowest Planes. For all I know, this is part of the trial as well, though probably not intended to be a genocide level event, since nobody here is armed."

Petros sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, so you're stuck here, bored and looking for new spells? Is that it?"

"Indeed it has. But the contract term is ten generations of signatories. We didn't really think that clause through at the time, but then we realized that the way it is enforced means that the Monarchy must go through ten generations of Kings and Queens, not family members or potential heirs.

The King is obviously a King Rank mage, so by the time that we've gone through ten of them, it could well be thousands of years from now. We are on the second generation now, as the original signing King died in combat.

We had thought that many of the magical contracts we signed would expire, as his inheritor was fifteen generations removed, but they all only moved by one generation."

Petros walked over to a cabinet, and took out a piece of paper, encased in magical glass to hermetically seal it. It was the contract between the Fallen Army and the Magi Clans, signed by a dozen names on both sides.

All but one on the Magi side were greyed out, while about half of them on the Fallen side were greyed out, and one was Golden with a number 1 next to it.

"See, the King died, and was replaced, so one generation passed. Only one signing Magi survives, and as he head of the delegation, he determines the generations on their side. This is my personal copy of the signing, my name is on the bottom left." Petros explained.

Wolfe looked over the sheet and smiled. He couldn't make out the signature, but the last name was definitely Noxus. The Undying Saint had signed the contract with the Fallen Army as leader of the delegation, and as he could never truly die, his side of the agreement was still in force.

Wolfe felt something in him shift as he read the contract, as the power enforced the rules on him as well, now that he was aware of them, but he could tell that he could break the restrictions if he wished.

There were more pages in the sealed enclosure, but the only one that mattered was the signatory page, and it was the only one facing outward.

The restrictions were simple anyhow, by the standards of the Magi Clans. They agreed not to initiate hostile actions against the Fallen Army and their citizens, who agreed to the same restrictions against attacking the Magi and their Families.

As the Magi were pacifists, this deal was a bit of a joke, but it was working out well for him.