The magic contract brought out by Mirelle was like the final nail in the coffin.
Wesley grabbed the contract and read through the clauses. The term was just like what Leonard had said.
It was a slave contract, which put his life and death completely under Leonard's discretion.
"You cannot sign this, Lord!" Ethan urged on the sideline. To sign the slave contract was equivalent to forfeiting everything he had worked hard for to this point.
However, the moment he spoke up, Curtis had already made a move.
He arrived behind Ethan and quickly restrained him. He unsheathed his sword and placed it next to Ethan's neck.
The coldness of the sword made sure to let Ethan know how close he was to dying.
"The Crown Prince didn't permit you to speak." Curtis coolly said. "One more nonsense from you, and I don't mind sending you to the underworld."
"There's no need for such a threat." Wesley suddenly raised his hand and said.
