Sign a contract

' Can you see it ? ' Cerise asked in shock. 

' Yes. ' Zion answered with equal shock. 

[ Ordained marriage ] 

[ Skills ] 

[ Telepathy : You can speak to your partner telepathically. ] 

[  Mana cost increases based on distance and obstacles. ] 

They never heard of the couple rings themselves having power. Or did the couples keep it a secret ? 

" wow ! " They both said at the same time, looking at their intertwined hands, with the rings touching each other. 

' Can we do this without rings touching ? ' Cerise wondered. 

' let's check . ' Zion answered. 

They unlocked their hands. 

' Test123, Reply, Over ! ' Zion tried to convey. 

' Test success , Test success , Test success ! Important things must be said thrice, Over ! ' Cerise finished. 

Before either of them could stop, their thoughts moved forward. 

' My ! Was 'The' Cerise Mayflower a hidden otaku ? ' Zion thought. 

' Damn ! I responded. F*ck ! no.. don't think … Don' Then Cerise's voice went silent in Zion's head. 

' Ah ! It seems we can turn off this skill. ' Zion thought, echoing the same thought to Cerise to relieve her of the embarrassment. 

Zion controlled his own thoughts to not reflect his laughter. 

' Let's get bandages first. We need to hide the fact we have wedding rings on. ' He said, pointing to a pharmacy. 

' Alright. ' Cerise said. Her voice is as small as a mosquitos. 

Zion bought a burning makeup kit, as well as a poisoned make up kit along with the bandages. He stopped Cerise who was going towards the camping cylinders. He held her hand once again, then dragged her to the commercial restaurant supplies section. 

Instead of buying a cylinder meant for a camping induction stove, he bought the one meant to be installed on food trucks, which is supposed to last a month even if it's used for sixteen hours a day. 

' Use this only, and only if you go to the bicorn dungeon. It's too much for any others. ' Zion told her. 

' No need to nag. I know as much about dungeon stability. ' Cerise answered. 

' Here is the plan .. ' Zion explained what her part is thoroughly. 

' At some point, you would have to go blind in the implementation of this plan. I hope you can trust me and play your part. ' zion told her. 

" Alright. " Cerise agreed. 

At this point, he had no idea how much danger this would bring to their lives. 

Had he known, he would not have gone with this plan at all. 

" Okay. Now we will really have to part. Give me an update every hour, even if all you say is ' update '. " 

' My ! I have just realized how annoying I must have come across to my brother. I will never ever nag him again in this life. ' Cerise's response came through. 

' Hey ! I also don't want to nag. Timing is all for this plan. Once the opposition gets even a whiff of our plan, the felonies they are committing will turn into mere misdemeanors ! ' 

Cerise got on the bus. 

' Alright. I get it. I won't watch your stream, Just so you know. See you later ' Cerise finished as the bus moved away. 

Zion watched the bus vanish from his sight, then walked back to the commercial district, searching for the 'TwelveInches ' live stream studio. 

He would be signing live. 

" Oh! You are here. " TwelveInches greeted him as he walked into the studio. 

" Sit anywhere you like. " he greeted grandly, gesturing to a stool. 

It seems they specially prepared it, to make him look like he is fussy, very unwilling to even sit on a stool. 

Zion had no problem with the stools, but this one will not do. First of all, there's invisible glue on the seat. Secondly, one of the three legs of the stool is broken, with the broken leg turned inwards so that it can not be recognized. Zion may have lived his entire life getting beaten up, but that did not mean his opponents got off scot free. He is an expert in these kind of pranks, especially ones involving table legs and chair legs. 

" Tha.." Zion was about to say thank you, and sit down, or at least, that's what it looked like to people on the stream. 

Zion picked up the stool by the broken leg, then shook it like he was shaking the dust off the stool. 

It's a tricky angle. 

The stool broke altogether, made a flip in the air, then landed right in front of twelve inches, showing his face through the gap between two table legs, right above the middle leg. 

[ BeastBoss: …. Damn !  ] 

[ BPforevh: LoL LoL LoL LoL LoL ] 

[ MilfLover: The F*** just happened ??? !! ] 

[ RollahRollah: This is the most epic fail of a prank I have ever seen. ] 

" Ah ! I am so sorry ! I just wanted to shake dust off the stool. I did not know your studio was so poor, they have to use broken stools to seat guests ! " Zion said, his voice full of innocence. 

[ BeastBoss : …..hhhaahhahadfahahahhshahhaaaaa….] 

[ RollahRollah: WhiteLotus ! Go ! Go ! Go ! ] 

[ MilfLover : Gods ! I never thought I'd like the pretty boy, but he's got Sassss..z ] 

[ BPForevh: Oh, the little ginger is spicy ! ] 

[ GoldenPhoenix: Oh ! My ! God ! Who's that pretty boy ? ] 

[ BarbieBaby: Really ! Who is that cutie ? ] 

[ GunsXRoses : What the ? Why are there girls in this chat ? ] 

[ GunsXRoses : Aren't we sworn brotherhood ? ] 

[ GunsXRoses : Hey Barbie ? Wanna be my rose ? ] 

.. 

The barrage scrolled on and on, but most of it either was impressed with Zion, or making fun of TwelveInches for being ugly. 

Zion moved back a little to observe the TwelveInches's face through the stool. 

" This looks like Mr. TwelveInches broke and became four Inches. I am so sorry. I did not know the equipment quality of your studio is this bad. By the way, Mr. TwelveInches, did I tell you my working policy is ' payment up front ' ? I dearly hope you prepared funds before discussing the contract. " Zion continued. His voice is gentle, apologetic and unhurried. His face had a serene expression as he watched the anchor's audience turn on him. 

Since he was talking and the viewer count was increasing, there was no gap for TwelveInches to have the stool removed from the desk. He was stuck streaming with his head above the broken 'third leg' while Zion negotiated the terms. 

In the first place, Zion was invited to mock him for getting dumped by his girlfriend as soon as his awakening was done. 

TwelveInches' face blackened at a visible rate. 

He never expected Zion to strike back, and he did not expect him to strike back this bitchily either. 

In the first place, his audience are a bit like the fans of failure videos. They just like to see people put down, it doesn't matter who. 

At this point, he had no choice but to go with what the viewers wanted. TwelveInches is nasty, but not stupid. All the material he prepared for Zion would be just as true in the evening as it is right now. 

" Don't worry, we have sold all our equipment and prepared the funds for our little princeling. Ah! No ! I should call you the weakest hunter in the entire world… " TwelveInches giggled, giving a pause so viewers could comment. Unfortunately, the freshness of Zion is not worn off yet. 

" Alright. Your mission is to successfully join a guild. Until you join a guild, your life will be broadcast twenty four, seven. " TwelveInches explained. 

" Even when I am in the toilet ? " Zion asked curiously. 

" Hey ! we will give you sufficient breaks. However, every other minute, the calls you make, the words you utter, everything else will be on the camera ! like the Truman show. "  He warned Zion, his tone full of smugness. 

" hmm… Alright. What about when I am in a restricted filming area ? like the public offices or guilds ? " Zion asked next. 

" We will request permission for filming, and also, we already have an all-inclusive filming permit from twelve guilds.  You should aim for these guilds first. " He handed Zion a list. 

Zion knew that they had already prepared to humiliate him there, but he accepted the list anyway. After all, there are less than thirty guilds in Sicuate, and this live stream is far more useful for what he was about to do. 

" Ah, here's the contract. " Twelve inches placed the contract in front of him. 

Zion took the contract, held the pen, and read the contract. They really did not try to pull anything in the contract. Seems like the anchor has planned a lot with the guilds. Even so, Zion did not sign it. 

They both stayed there, watching each other's faces. 

" Ah ! Is there anything on my face ? " TwelveInches asked roughly. 

Zion gave a business smile. 

" No. However, something that should have been in my bank account already was not there. " Zion clued him in. 

" Tch. What if you run away ? " TwelveInches disparaged him with his face full of disdain. 

" Then you have this video as proof to demand that money back from me, as long as I did not fulfill the necessary conditions. " Zion answered. 

After a moment , TwelveInches transferred the money. After making sure there were no problems with the entire transfer, Zion signed the docs.