Chapitre 782: Spain part 3

"Why the hell did you do that for?" Uriel growled as he crouched to pick up the pen and by the time he stood back up again the monk was already retreating through the door behind the desk. It seemed odd, but no one thought much of it until a few seconds passed with him not coming back.

"I... uhm... found him suspicious." Luna muttered.

"Right, but we still need a place to crash and even if he was a wanted criminal it would be far from the worst we've seen." Nika said.

"True, but look at this." Luna showed the book where Uriel almost put his signature. Instead of the long list of guest they were expecting to see, it seemed like some sort of contract.

"Well, if this isn't the guest log then what is it?" Uriel asked Nika, the only one present who was fluent in Spanish.

"huh, let me see... Oh, boy! We need to get out of here." She paled at the realization that it wasn't just any contract, but the worst kind of contract they could have encountered.