Chapter 273: Karims past (a) (2/2)

”From the moment I laid my eyes on the fake you, I realized that it's you, Karim,” Elliot said with a mysterious smile and an all-knowing glint in his brown yet somewhat golden eyes.

”How is it possible? I'm sure my disguise was perfect.” Karim asked, ”Just what gave me away? Can you please tell me?”

Elliot wasn't going to tell him about his mutated eyes. He was sure that if he revealed that, it wouldn't take long for people to start hunting him down, only to gouge out his Godly eye of wisdom after killing or imprisoning him.

So, he lied.

”The scent of your perfume. You forgot to rub it off.”

”Uh!” The eyebrows of Karim raised. The perfume he was using was so famous that every ten out of 20 people use it. It's just that Elliot came from a lower world, so he didn't know how well-known the perfume was. What a ridiculous turn of events. If he knew that using a perfume liked by many would give away, he would have never used it in the first place.

Seeing Karim so shocked, Elliot realized that his lie was effective.

”So, are you going to sign it or not?” He asked.

”I am, I am.”

Karim signed the eternal pact.

Elliot entered into a weird but valuable relationship with Karim. One was a space pirate. The other came from a low-level civilization that wasn't even exactly multi-planetary.

[You've entered into an information-sharing contract with Sublime Emperor Karim. Both of you're subjected to the following rules. Breaking even one of them would get you punished. Getting Party B killed or betraying Party B would result in you facing a calamity!]

Elliot's eyes narrowed in thoughts. No notifications telling him that he could break free from the Eternal contract popped up this time. Only a notification informing him that he had subjected himself to the limitations of some rules popped up. Elliot felt a bit taken aback. This was the first time that he realized the essence of life wasn't omnipotent. Anyway, he wasn't worried as the rules were only about not betraying or backstabbing each other.

”What do you want from me, really?” Elliot asked, wondering why he had started stalking him the moment he came to the second floor.

”I want you to become my teammate!” Karim exclaimed.

He was a space pirate but lacked worthy teammates. Except for himself—who was not only the captain of the ship, the best fighter among his crew, and the strategist responsible for coming up with plans to make troubles for the filthy rich and corrupt galactic bastards—there was only a navigator who knew how to drive a spaceship. His ship only had two people and several part-time workers that would come to clean and cook food once a week only.

Elliot didn't say a word and merely stared at him as if he was reassessing him. Karim felt that he was seriously considering his proposal, so he didn't urge or disturb him.

”How many companions do you have?”

Elliot started the interview with the question that poured salt into the other party's wound.

”O-only two, and that includes me.” Karim coughed, feeling a bit embarrassed.