Blackhole

Zick read the parchment, given by Krelein, with a serious face, giving off a calm demeanor. However, internally he was anything but calm, questions came pouring down like a broken dam, making his mind chaotic. 

Zick could not decide whether Krelein was competent or a dimwit. He had not collected much information on Krelein, but from whatever he knew, Krelein was not an idiot. 

'Was he really not able to read behind the lines and offered the invitation or is there something that I don't know?' Zick gaze flickered inconspicuously. 

Many doubts flashed by within Zick's head, causing him to feel an invisible pressure. Putting a stop to the prior matter, Zick concentrated on the parchment, with a contract on it. 

'It's truthfully unbelievable...' Zick could clearly feel just how much the other party wanted to recruit him.

The joining reward was mind rendering, a mid-grade world!