Theo quickly glanced through the paper and signed it without hesitation.
As he placed it back down, Harold nodded slowly.
"Good," he said.
He folded it neatly and opened up another cabinet.
For a moment, he searched through it.
Before pulling out a long, silver cloth.
Theo raised an eyebrow.
'What is that?'
He felt a faint layer of mana surrounding the cloth, increasing his curiosity.
Harold shook it in the air, finally revealing its real appearance.
'A robe?'
Theo's eyes remained on it as it was placed on the desk in front of him.
"This," Harold said calmly, "is a standard for our members."
As he was about to say something, Harold shushed him.
"I wasn't done speaking yet," he chuckled quietly.
Harold tapped the fabric once.
"This is a platinum-rank protective robe," he continued. "Its ability forms a mana shield around you that can block at least one B-rank attack."
He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing.
