The Witch Slayer looked at the thick contract on the table, which was as large as a dictionary, and felt completely overwhelmed.
"Hey, we're just collaborating on a project. Do we really need so many terms and conditions?
Your reputation is so bad, and I'm not even afraid of being tricked by you.
Are you piling up all these clauses because you're afraid I'll trick you?"
Lette furrowed his brows: "What's so much about it? This has been the standard amount for years. Don't lie through your teeth; honest cooperation is hard."
Plus, this is just the main contract. There's also the supplementary clauses, notes, and dispute clarification..."
While speaking, he pulled out three more thick stacks of papers, each taller than the last!
Looking at so many contracts, the Witch Slayer suddenly regretted it.
"Actually, I'm not that eager to have a stable and abundant source of Witch Power.
