Hearing the raven’s voice laced with sobs, Loren couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Stupid bird! Can’t you tell I’m sweet-talking them with the truth?!"

"Shut up! Be quiet!"

Raven: "......"

Dammit Loren! Give my feeling of being moved back to me!!!

After hearing Loren reject her again, Jessistan, who called herself the Silver Winged Calamity, pouted angrily on that exquisitely beautiful face that could steal one’s breath away.

Hmph!

Detestable human!!

If you hadn’t seemed a little off, I wouldn’t have become your animal partner!

Years ago, a bunch of demigod Grand Druids begged me to become their animal partner, and I still refused!!

And you dare look down on me!!

So angry!!

I really want to breathe dragonfire all over you!!!

At that moment.

Loren, who had been quietly studying Miss Silver Dragon’s expression, felt the timing was right... He smiled again and spoke:

"However, Miss Jessistan, we can try another way of getting along."

Jessistan’s pouting little face brightened instantaneously!!

Loren continued speaking...

"Due to some unfortunate reasons, I’ve needed to travel across star domains recently."

"So right now I’m short one 'driver I can actually talk to'..."

"I wonder if you might be interested..."

You’ve mastered hundreds of flashy isolation spells...

So you should know spatial teleportation magic too, right?

If you don’t, riding a demigod dragon across the stars would probably look pretty cool...

When Loren’s words fell, the silver dragon’s little face puffed up again...

What a rude, handsome human!

You wouldn’t even sign an Equal Contract with me, yet you want to ride me?!

You!! You’re definitely bullying dragons!!

Hmph!

So angry!!

Two puffs of dragonfire, all over you!!

After cursing Loren inwardly, the magnificent "Silver Winged Calamity"—Lady Jessistan—tried one last pitiful plea for her future.

"Loren... sir, truly can’t we sign an Equal Contract?"

"I’m powerful, I know lots of magic!"

"Apart from being on the wanted lists of a few gods, I don’t have much trouble otherwise..."

"A driver I can talk to is too... humiliating for a dragon..."

"Waaaaaaaa..."

"If my bitchy kin find out, they’ll mock me mercilessly..."

"I’ll never be able to lift my head in the Dragon race again!!"

"Save me! Poor little dragon!!"

By the end, Jessistan’s pretty face was full of aggrieved, coquettish sulking...

Loren, faced with such adorable pleading, simply ignored the thousands-of-years-old dragon’s charm and smiled as he shook his head again.

"Don’t worry, Miss Jessistan, we’ll just keep it from others..."

At those words, the moisture in Miss Silver Dragon’s lovely eyes swelled.

"Waaaaa... Mr. Loren, you have no heart!!"

Hearing the silver dragon’s cute accusation, Loren smiled faintly with great satisfaction.

"Miss Jessistan, one reminder."

"If you miss this chance, there won’t be another. I probably won’t stay in the Beastkin Star Domain much longer..."

At that, even more moisture filled her eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Loren pitifully, like a puppy abandoned by its master.

"Waaaa... dragon life is just too hard!!"

"Hmph! Heartless, nasty human!"

"I don’t care! Even if you’re just a driver, you must sign the contract!!"

"Dignity and ritual, I will not lose them!"

"These two things are very important to dragons!"

"If other dragons have them, I, Lady Jessistan, must have them too!!"

Seeing this, Loren’s brow furrowed subtly.

After thinking for a few seconds, he hesitated and said to Miss Silver Dragon:

"Draft a contract for me to look over first, then I’ll decide whether to sign..."

When Loren finally relented, the moisture in the silver dragon’s eyes vanished in an instant!

"Yay! Handsome Mr. Loren, you do have a heart! Even if it’s not much..."

Without waiting for Loren to change his mind!

She quickly took a huge silver dragon scale from the space necklace beneath her neck!

Boom!

The massive silver scale dropped, spraying up the thick snow on the ground in all directions!

This oval scale was a full ten meters across!

No idea how heavy it was, but judging from the snow it splashed outward, it was not light...

This was a scale that had naturally shed when she achieved demigodhood years ago.

Now it was being put to use.

Dragon scales are among the best spellcasting materials for dragons.

Although these dragons, who have magic and brute strength engraved in their bloodlines, don’t need material components for most battles...

That still cannot overshadow the advantages dragon scales bring.

Besides being extremely sturdy, the surface of a dragon scale is anti-magic!

And what many superhumans don’t realize is that on the other side—the inner side of a dragon scale—one can freely enchant, because the dragon’s internal magical energy sustains that side year after year...

Any magical energy flows unimpeded on that inner face of the scale.

The contradictions and unity of magic are exhibited almost perfectly on a tiny dragon scale...

After taking out her "little scale," the silver dragon, in human form, jumped onto it.

Her small human body allowed her to run easily across the scale, tracing draconic-language magic with strange power to inscribe the contract!

Loren stood quietly by, watching the graceful Jessistan painstakingly carve an "agreement" he couldn’t read across the dragon scale, saying nothing.

Fifteen minutes later!

Having finally finished, the silver dragon jumped happily off her scale.

After patting her small hands in satisfaction, she smiled and shouted to Loren:

"Come on! Mr. Loren! I’ve drafted the driver contract!"

"You can come take a look first, I absolutely won’t cheat you!"

Hearing Jessistan’s call, Loren walked over with an expression of distrust.

His controlled Misfortune was already coiled and ready, prepared to fight with any problem...

Because Loren had spent so long lurking on the Interstellar Hunter Forum,

he had a natural wariness toward "contracts" that carried powerful constraints.

After all, on the Interstellar Hunter Forum, the Lich Council’s black history about "contracts gone wrong" could nearly fill a whole book of jokes...

Those lichs who liked to toy with life trusted nothing else.

So a "fair and just contract" became their social instrument.

Sometimes even a simple card game between lichs wouldn’t start until they signed a "no-bailing contract" with each other...

In essence, "contracts" are a good thing—they regulate attempts to breach agreements.

But for lichs, unfortunately, they like to do business with devils...

Devils who revel in toying with souls, and lichs who toy with life, attract each other like two magnets with opposite but compatible polarities...

As everyone knows,

devils are masters at "toying with souls," and they also excel at "toying with contracts"...

Later on, "toying with lichs" became one of their specialties as well...