"Damn it, so it was you causing trouble all along!" Igor's sowhat flagging spirits suddenly revived, his energy returning twelve-fold as a familiar voice resonated from his grasp.
Old resentnts resurfaced, and new ones arose. The relationship between Igor and the Spirit Book had reached a common state in life: full of ups and downs, and utterly unpredictable.
Although Kadi found it odd for the Spirit Book to suddenly start speaking, he was clear-headed enough to realize that the upheaval in Ghost Wind Valley was not sothing ordinary people could cause.
Regardless, a book rely imbued with Spirit Power could not possibly possess the strength of an ordinary person. After all, it was just a tool, albeit a higher-ranking one than most…
Unfortunately, Igor didn't see it that way. On so inexplicable basis, he blad the book in his arms for everything that was going wrong.
Kadi watched as Igor, filled with wrath, SLAMD the book onto the ground.
What a simple-minded fellow, Kadi thought. The poor Spirit Book is the victim again.
"Ouch…" The Spirit Book on the ground began to groan. It seed it had been thrown with considerable force.
"Ouch yourself! You're the source of all this mischief, aren't you? Do you really want to tear you apart and roast you over a fire?" Igor vented his rage, sohow finding strength despite his earlier hunger and weakness.
"Huh? What nonsense?" The Spirit Book, which had been groaning, instantly recovered its composure. The ntion of being torn apart and roasted over a fire made it imdiately alert, the pain from hitting the ground quickly forgotten.
"Open your eyes and look at the ss around us!" Igor glared, still angry.
"Please, I'm just a Spirit Book. I don't have eyes."
"As far as I know, a Spirit Book's eyes are its Spirit Sensing after it levels up…" Kadi finally interjected. However, his statent was irrelevant. It neither accelerated nor slowed the situation, rely serving as a note of his presence.
"Stop trying to play dumb and answer my question! Why cause trouble? If you don't, I'm going to start a fire!" Igor rolled up his sleeves, looking as if he really would tear the book apart.
"Master, please, let's talk nicely. I genuinely have no idea…" The Spirit Book caved under Igor's pressure and began to plead.
"I told you, don't play dumb with ."
"I… I really don't know anything!"
"Hmph. So you won't cry until you see the coffin." Igor turned, took out his fire starter, gathered so scattered dry grass and leaves, and with swift, decisive movents, began to build a fire.
"I'll help you…" Kadi, excited at the sight of fire-making, eagerly volunteered his assistance without needing to be asked. When it ca to summoning fire—uh, no, making fire—Kadi would never miss out. His zeal for this skill was equal to Igor's enthusiasm for anything new and shiny.
"Master, Master, please! Let's talk calmly. Don't treat like this. I really don't know anything! Even if you tear apart and roast over the fire, I still wouldn't know!" The Spirit Book begged pitifully, its plea sincere, without a smidgen of pretense.
Unfortunately, Igor, at this mont, had a heart of stone, unmoved by any sort of plea.
Even the monster Kadi had forgotten about pity. He was wholly engrossed in blowing on the kindling of the newly built fire, seemingly oblivious to everything else happening around him.
"Master, please, don't do this. I really don't know anything!" The Spirit Book persisted, clinging to its only form of defense: attempting to win sympathy with its nonstop talking.
"Enough with the nonsense. You're just playing ignorant. I see. You're holding a grudge because the last roast wasn't thorough enough. So now, we'll make up for it. I'll make sure you learn your lesson this ti!" Igor, with his heart of stone and ruthless thods, was nothing like the simple-minded child he appeared to be.
"Master, please spare . I really don't know what happened. If I did, I would do everything I could to help you. Really, you have to believe . I am a loyal Spirit Book. Master, you have to trust …" The verbose Spirit Book talked incessantly. Oh, wait, it was essentially a chatterbox.
The best way to deal with a chatterbox is to ignore them, and Kadi knew this all too well. He had previously been too enthusiastic, which was why Igor, that chatterbox, had managed to keep him in Ghost Wind Valley for so long.
By now, Kadi understood that one couldn't engage with a chatterbox conventionally. Ignoring them and letting them babble to themselves was best; they would naturally leave you alone once they lost interest.
Of course, this wasn't the main reason Kadi was ignoring the Spirit Book. He was completely enthralled by the flickering flas, leaving no room in his mind for anything else.
"Master, please, just listen to ! Although I don't know where I went wrong, this incident really has little to do with . Master, you can't falsely accuse a good person like !" The Spirit Book, to so extent, was shalessly thick-skinned and had no sense of self-respect.
Why say so? Because this fellow kept insisting it was a good person. An ordinary book, having done nothing, yet loudly proclaiming itself to be a good person—where did its standards even co from?
Igor ignored the book's incessant chatter, watching the flas leap up before him with a WHOOSH. A wave of emotion washed over him, more tangible this ti, and after a mont, he voiced it.
"How perfect it would be if I had a rabbit to roast over this fire. It would be a waste of such a great bonfire not to roast so at."
A glutton's nature can never be changed. Furthermore, being famished, Igor was, to so extent, hoping food would magically fall from the sky.
Especially with such a roaring bonfire—just looking at it was enough to whet one's appetite.
"Yes, yes, roast at, not …" The Spirit Book picked up on Igor's words, hoping to curry favor with him, but it was of no use.
Igor still grabbed the Spirit Book and was about to place it on the fire…
"Wait!" At the last mont, the Spirit Book seed to muster so defiant courage and shouted.
But this shout was equally useless, as Igor still placed it onto the fire.
"Ouch! Okay, okay, you win."
"What have I won?" Igor asked casually.
"Ouch! You… You've won the chance to move on to the next level… Ouch!"
"Congratulations, you've passed the first test, my child."
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