"What do you want to talk about?"
Silence lingered for a moment before I lifted my coffee cup and took a small sip, then gently placed the cup back in its place. After a moment, I spoke in a low, calm voice:
"I want your help with something, and I will tell you what I want, but I ask that you don't tell anyone, no matter who it is. If you are ready for that, we can sign a contract immediately."
I took out a silver-colored contract. The paper was unusually thin and shiny, and its surface was covered with mysterious symbols that danced as if they were tiny living creatures.
Zion looked at the paper with curiosity, then our eyes met. I did not blink, staring at him directly, while he sighed slowly and put his hand on his head before saying:
"Alright, I will help you with what you want, after all, I owe you my life. Let me see the contract for a moment."
I smiled lightly and handed him the paper. Zion took it and began reading in a low voice:
