This was the first time that Maggie didn't want to laugh when she met the little ghost's beady eyes; instead, she admired how much the little ghost cared for his race.
Maggie could tell who was kind to her and who was sincere. To be honest, the help she received from Little Ghost and Roy far exceeded that from anyone else, and she had no reason to repay kindness with enmity.
“I swear, I will not tell this magic to anyone.”
To give the little ghost and Roy the sense of security they needed, Maggie gathered her skirts and stood up straight to face the little ghost, placing a vow contract on herself—a vow magic entirely of her own, not sworn to any god, but only to herself.
"Can you rest assured now?"
Maggie looked up, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and asked the little ghost.
"...Okay, that's fine."
The little ghost stared at Maggie for a moment, then awkwardly turned her head to the side, her voice still a little stammering.
He seemed surprised that Maggie would make a guarantee so formal.
But her decision truly eliminated all barriers between her and the elemental spirits, earning their complete trust.
Sincerity is the key to gaining trust; scheming and trickery are merely her means of survival.
"But I'm still very grateful to you for telling me about the effects of magic."
Even if an unknown magic spell works, no one can predict its effect. If you try to cast it casually, unexpected accidents may occur.
Before the Age of Gods, no one could have imagined that there would be magic that could melt and rot oneself.
Humans love to play dirty tricks. A magical spell, wrapped in super-powerful magic, can spread in a certain area and make all enemies 'self-dissolve' without bloodshed. Just hearing about it is terrifying.
This is still a result unique to the Green Tower.
So much so that Maggie had another impression of Green Tower: 'They play dirty games.'
The Green Tower is an organization that existed before the beginning of the Age of Gods. It was only after humans took control of the continent of Coral that they expanded rapidly, and now they have branches all over the continent.
It was after this move that such insidious magic began to spring up like mushrooms after rain, making the attempt to use unknown magic an extremely risky endeavor.
As mentioned in the comics, only 'magicians,' also known as elemental spirits, can recognize the effects of magic.
"It's nothing. Since Roy has chosen to tell you, it would be like I'd be a clown if I kept it from you."
The little ghost pursed its lips self-deprecatingly, looking at Roy with eyes that conveyed 'disappointment' or perhaps 'looking at a big idiot,' but unable to hit or scold him... and too reluctant to do so.
"However, this is just a mimicry spell. It won't turn you into an elemental spirit. Once the spell is removed, you will turn back into a human."
The little ghost tentatively tried to touch the chin like a human, but it was too short to reach, so it quietly withdrew its hand, pretending to be nonchalant, and calmly explained.
"Moreover, a special medium is required for the spell to be cast successfully, but you don't need to worry about that, because you already have a contract with Roy, and you have magic power within you that can be exchanged with elemental spirits."
As the little ghost spoke, it looked Maggie up and down again.
"If you can maintain the magic for a long time, maybe I can take you to see our king. After all, you kidnapped Roy."
At this point, the little ghost became indignant again.
"Okay, if you don't mind."
Although it sounded strange, Maggie nodded and smiled in agreement.
After all... Roy is just a second-level lower-rank spirit. Would the Elemental King meet with every lower-rank elemental spirit?
That's incredibly dedicated.
Maggie muttered to herself, but didn't show it on her face, only glancing silently at Roy.
Perhaps... it's not just Little Ghost who has a special identity; even Roy might be special?
Maggie thought uncertainly.
"Great! Take Maggie to see the King. Maggie will definitely be the first human to be recognized by the King and become Roy's good friend."
Roy was overjoyed when he heard this, and flew around in circles in the air.
"I will definitely work harder to teach Maggie magic in the future, so that Maggie can become a super powerful human who can protect the king and also protect me."
As Luo Yi spoke, it was as if her fantasy had come true; her body, which radiated a lustrous white light, flushed slightly with excitement.
"Alright, is there anything else you want to ask? Ahem, I don't have this much patience every day to help you solve your problems."
The little ghost made a helpless facepalm gesture, though it didn't hit its head.
"No more for now."
Maggie shook her head. Actually, after writing the spell, she suddenly felt weak for some reason. She didn't seem to be in any abnormality now, probably because she was too excited and had adrenaline, which made her not feel very uncomfortable.
But she could feel the significant loss of her physical strength.
It seems that the following content can only be studied after I have recovered.
However, she was certain that this book must not be allowed to be taken away by anyone else, as it concerned the life and death of the elemental spirits.
Maggie carefully burned the white paper covered with magical symbols until it was completely burned away, and then used a water-condensing spell to soak the ashes until they disappeared completely before she could finally relax.
"Maggie has been so busy today, she needs to get some rest."
Luo Yi flew to her and carefully gave her some instructions.
"Okay, of course I'll listen to what Roy says."
Maggie extended her little finger in a pinky promise gesture, and Roy immediately grabbed her finger. This was a way of making a promise that Maggie had taught Roy, a little secret between them that they hadn't even told the little ghost.
She sometimes wondered if the little ghost knew that Roy was hiding something from him, would he be so angry that he had a heart attack or explode?
Meanwhile, the lump of flesh named Coron, after the effects of the holy water had worn off, finally began to writhe and recover again, with a pair of azure eyes silently watching all of this in the darkness.
Meanwhile, in the dark room, he quietly waited for Coron to return to his original form.
Time passed slowly, and large patches of Kron's charred skin had healed. Harlan then leisurely walked forward, took out a chain, and threaded it through Kron's chest.
Blood splattered, and screams pierced eardrums, but in the absolutely quiet, dark room, they were all swallowed up, without a single sound leaking out.
Of course, Harlan didn't care whether Kron could hear him or not; he only had one goal.
The thought had been in his mind from the moment he heard him offend the saint.
That is to let him taste the bitterness of a life worse than death.
Anyway, it's very quiet here, and there's definitely no one coming. The long night is still a long way from dawn.
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