Although Leviathan was silently burdened with grief, he dared not show any screw-up on the surface. After receiving the gentleman's decree, without hesitation, he immediately cut his finger and squeezed the blood to sign his name on the attaché page.
Zheng Qing didn't know what kind of script he wrote, only feeling that it twisted and turned like blooming little flowers. The writing order was not from left to right but followed a path akin to an Archimedes spiral, starting from the center of the attaché page and winding around three more circles, until the page was crammed full, then stopped.
Then he respectfully handed the Law book back to Zheng Qing.
When Zheng Qing looked at it again, the long signature Leviathan had just written was gone. Left behind on the attaché page were only three tiny words, "Leviathan," placed under the gentleman's three 'rules'.
The handwriting was bright red, as if the blood was still slowly flowing.
