When he entered the Treaty Commission building, he stood in front of the petite receptionist woman with cat ears and black hair, who was on the right side. He barely managed to keep himself from getting lost in the cat girl's green eyes.
"I want to write a contract. Can you give me four sheets of paper?"
The receptionist replied, "Sure. I need to record who the papers will be issued to. What's your name?"
"Rosweld White."
The cat-eared receptionist handed the papers to the young man.
"Here you go. Your papers."
The papers were much thicker than the ones Araki Yuma used in his previous life. And there was a thin golden strip running along each corner of the papers. Since the strips on each corner were connected, it looked like a golden rectangle was drawn on the paper.
When Rosweld looked back, he saw many unfamiliar faces preparing contracts at round wooden tables. The atmosphere was incredibly quiet. After glancing around for a few seconds, he found an empty table near the window and sat down. After placing the papers on the table, he reached out with his left hand to open the black box on the table, and a small electric current jolted his body.
A muscular woman leaned in and whispered into Rosweld's ear:
"They do this to identify who used the pen. If either party denies the contract later, the data taken from here reveals whether they prepared it. Also, the pen tracks hand movements."
Yuma sighed and thought to himself, "I've awakened in a civilization far more advanced than I imagined. Well, I wasn't going to deny preparing the contract anyway. After all, drafting attractive contracts at first glance is part of my profession."
Araki Yuma first prepared the official signature declaration and signed it six times. Each signature clearly showed the name Rosweld.
Once done with this paper, he started writing a property transfer agreement. The contract read as follows:
A property transfer will be made from Rosweld White, hereinafter referred to as the property owner, to Ms. Olivia, the owner of Sıcak Nefesler, hereinafter referred to as the buyer.
Accordingly, all rights to the mansion, which is the property of the White Family, will be transferred to the buyer, and this document formalizes that the buyer has waived all receivables owed by Rosweld White.
This contract, prepared in the presence of the Kingdom and God, is made with the consent of both parties and has been signed. Both parties agree that Rosweld White reserves any potential rights in case of dispute.
No additional responsibilities have been specified, and both parties retain their rights in that regard.
Name: Rosweld White Name:Signature: Signature:
Rosweld signed his name on one side of the second contract and took the third paper. When he tried to copy the official signature declaration onto it by referring to the one he'd already signed, the muscular woman grabbed the hand holding the pen.
"What are you doing?"
Rosweld replied, "I'm making a copy."
The woman sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"You really are preparing a contract, but do you even know what you're doing?"
While Rosweld stared at her in confusion, she took the pen from his hand, held both ends, twisted them in opposite directions, and handed it back.
"Just trace over the parts you want to copy and hold the pen over the blank paper in a way that it fully sees it. They don't give you these thick papers for nothing."
Rosweld did as she said, and in seconds, a copy of the official signature declaration was beneath his hand. He mumbled to himself, "No way. Looks like the world I've come to is far more advanced than I dreamed. I need to be more careful using my legal skills and, of course, learn the laws here. Come to think of it, I did choose a blessing. Right now, it only affects devout people when I pray aloud to God, but it'll definitely help more in the future with new blessings. Anyway, I need to focus now."
He did the same for the property transfer contract, returned the pen to its box, closed the lid, gathered the papers, and stood up from the table. As he headed directly for the door, the muscular woman grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground.
"Where to?"
Rosweld replied, "To Ms. Olivia."
The muscular woman sighed again.
"Are you stupid or just pretending? First, give the contract to the receptionist so she can register a copy in the system. Don't worry, it only takes a few seconds. Then you sign it and leave."
"Ah, got it. Thanks a lot. You're helping me more than you seem. Don't think I haven't noticed."
The muscular woman let go of his neck. Rosweld, landing on his feet, gave the papers to the receptionist, and within seconds, they were returned to him.
The cat-eared receptionist said, "Now even if your contracts are lost, you can come here and get copies for a fee."
"Thanks, see you."
With papers in hand, the young man left the building and headed straight to Olivia's place. A few steps behind, the muscular woman thought to herself:
"Did his great-grandfather possess him? How could the useless Rosweld, who crumbles under stress and constantly makes poor decisions, change so much overnight? I should report this… but it can wait this time. I want to observe Philip's son a little more. Maybe he's had a revelation—who knows."
Rosweld entered the building with "Sıcak Nefesler" written above the door in LED lights, and was greeted by Kathia.
"You're quick."
Rosweld replied, "The sooner the better."