42 A Partner Of The Pavilion

"Haha! Of course!" The elder replied, as his hand clasped with Sol's in the center.

At that moment, both of them sat back down.

'An intriguing figure... I will find out all that there is to know about him. These pills look like they were created by me for heaven's sake! They are nearly perfect. I can't believe I've found such a prodigy.' The old man eagerly mused.

'This was easier than expected, but they didn't call me the Swindler in my past life for no reason.' Sol remarked inwardly.

The two held a long discussion. The elder wrote all of Sol's contract clauses on a long scroll as the two spoke using Ether ink from his fingertip.

Finally, in the end, they decided that Sol would bring 1000 of these Decent Grade pills in at the end of every week.

For this, he would be compensated with 40% of all sales made from the pills.

He would also get guaranteed insurance if they happened to not sell, and this lasted inevitably.