Tales Of The Mighty Dragonair

Each monster clan had their own strength system, as some monsters were in top command, and others were just mere members in the pack. For example, the horned monster he met before was considered one of the commanders in the bear monster race, and so using this monster in the contract was a much refined way in doing things.

In addition to that, using the person's name would generate some sort of weakening on the human side, which was something undesirable. Arthur understood the reason behind using the human name, as it would be a way to make the monster his own, but this concept was long known to be wrong back in his world, but it seemed not here.

So, it was better to use the words of power, like master, boss, or even venerable. Whatever strong name would be used, it would reflect on the future relationship between the mage and the monster.

These were the points he could enhance on a smaller scale, on a wider scale he could use the most powerful way in writing contracts, runes.

In his world, as being the brightest mind cultivator ever, he was the most proficient one in writing runes. runes were the vessels that regulated any contract, without them, things would get out of control no matter what.

So in this world, mages always suffered from the monsters' rebellion, the backlash, which made them be called the inner demons. Arthur knew the real reason behind these incidents, which was due to the lack of runes.

But runes were a science on its own. First of all, there must be a language specific only for runes, which usually would be a mix between human tongue and monster's tongue. He didn't know if monsters in this world could speak or not, so he would use human language for now.

The second most essential thing was the rocks used for writing these runes. they must be special, not just any rock around. Like herbs he just collected, he must find energy rich rocks, and use them in making runes.

Finally, the ink and the brush used for writing runes. for the ink, he would use the monster blood, which was the lowest thing possible. It was always preferable to make runes out of stronger monsters blood as ink, mixed together to maximize the benefit.

But considering the current limitations, he had to adapt, and be content with what he had so far. In the future he would make sure to prepare much better for such a task.

Finally he would use a branch from any tree as a brush, not the best option of course, but at least it would do the trick.

He took quite some time looking for the rocks he needed, and finally he spotted a nearby stream of water, where he managed to feel an energy presence inside a group of rocks midstream.

However he didn't rush to these rocks, as he felt some threat coming from the waters. If his senses weren't dull, then there was a monster lurking there, in ambush, waiting for any passerby.

Arthur bid his time slowly, patiently, until after half an hour passed he couldn't take it anymore. He used his bow and released a couple of arrows towards the water, just around the place of these rocks.

Once the arrows descended, he heard a loud splash, and the water current in this area started to change, as if something big down the waters was moving.

Arthur couldn't detect the shape or the nature of this monster, but the good news was this monster had to move from the place. it seemed it was threatened by the arrows, feeling more secured to be hidden, not be easily targeted like this.

Arthur didn't wait longer, as he darted towards the stream, jumped over the scattered rocks amidst the waters, putting his vigilance all around, especially towards the place where that monster just escaped to.

Once reached to the rocks, he used the sword in hand to hit them, cutting them into smaller pieces, which he fetched rapidly before retreating. The ideal number of any rune was an odd number, with five and seven being the best. He decided to use five in each coupling, so once he took enough for everyone, including him, he retreated to the shore, safely without being threatened by the monster.

Once there, he moved rapidly, going back to the gang. Long time had already elapsed, and they would waste more time in coupling and absorbing energy.

Once he reached the group location, he was glad to find them all fine. His appearance carrying rocks in what once was a shirt, was something odd for them, but none of them asked him anything, knowing he wouldn't answer.

Arthur then emptied the rocks on the ground, before giving his shirt to Ron to clean it. It was a habit Willy used to do, so he decided to use Ron here for that.

He went to a nearby tree, then grabbed a branch thin enough to be a brush, elastic to be able to be used in writing, and then he cleared all the leaves, and started working on the tip of it using his sword.

His actions were smooth and somehow flexible, like someone used to do so for ages, however no one asked further about that, as his last reply was vague enough to silence their curiosity.

"It's ready, now all those wanting to be coupled with monsters, come here."

Arthur finally had everything ready, including a small pot, which was used before as a cup for drinks, carried by his butler, Ron, for Willy's own services.. Arthur intended to use it as a collection pot for blood of the monsters, to use it in writing.