"Lord Soylard, the task you entrusted to me has been completed."
"All done? Well done. This time, how many souls have you acquired?"
"Exactly fifty, people are becoming more degenerate. With just a little temptation, they willingly trade their souls for those illusory things."
"Indeed, go and rest for three days, then find another hundred souls. I still need to prepare the magic."
"But my lord, you swore that if I could find fifty souls, you would increase my power by a rank. However..."
"Did I say when?"
"My lord, I beg you. In three months, I will have to face an attack from the Vampire Hunters on my earthly abode. My current power is not enough..."
"I never break my sworn promises, so there's no need to say more. This time I promise you, when you retrieve another one hundred souls, I will enhance your power on the night of the full moon."
"Thank you, my lord."
