Qin Ye’s fingers tapped nimbly on the keyboard, “Lord Ming, please help me locate the Onmyojis’ whereabouts. I must meet with them before we arrive at the Strait of Tsushima.”

“Alright.”

The surface of the Mirror of Eminence began to flicker rapidly with various locations across all of Eastsea City as it sought out the Onmyojis. Qin Ye sighed, and then turned to focus his attention wholeheartedly on the drafting of the agreement.

Fortunately, the baptism of the rigour of thesis-drafting made the draft work pertaining to an agreement seem comparatively simple to him. Armed with the might of the almighty Baidu library, he churned out a passable agreement in just under three hours.

And it wasn’t as though Qin Ye looked down on Oda Nobunaga’s ability to understand such agreements.

Rather, Qin Ye simply appreciated the fact that modern day contractual agreements were far more rigorous than they had been just decades ago. Damn if Nobunaga could read modern day contracts!

What was this called?

Generational gap! Information asymmetry at its best!

Several hours later, back in Honnoji. Ming Shiyin hovered by the side as a witness, while Nobunaga pulled out his personal seal.

Thud. He stamped the seal into the agreement and infused his Yin energy through the seal. An emblem of a copper coin was imprinted onto the agreement.

“Well, then… I look forward to our collaboration.” Oda Nobunaga’s hoarse voice called out from behind the bamboo blinds as Qin Ye promptly took his leave. Then, Oda Nobunaga sat where...