Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 622: Unexpected Letter

When will it start moving?

In a dark room, Roel Ascart stared at the glowing cage he had received from Antonio in distress.

The spirit guide was the only clue Roel had to Alicia’s whereabouts, but it had remained motionless even though several days had passed. It was as if it was a homebody locking itself in its room!

Roel wasn’t too surprised by this situation, since Antonio had already alerted him.

“According to Magaret, spirit guides have memories too, and we are banking on that here. However, it has been two years since Alicia bonded with the spirit guide, so there’s no saying when it’ll remember her and return to her side…” Antonio’s words had trailed off halfway.

Alas, Roel was immersed in his joy from having found a lead and hadn’t considered it much. It turned out to be a major problem, after all.

Magaret was a spirit who had governed Saint Freya Academy for centuries now in order to protect ‘Academic’ Astrid. As a spirit herself, she had a much deeper understanding of spirits than humans.

However, her words only left Roel thinking that the spirit guides suffered from senile dementia.

Who could have thought that senile dementia could be a racial trait too?

It was a frustrating situation, but there was nothing Roel could do. He wasn’t a psychiatrist, and he knew nothing about the spirits’ constitution and habits.

Antonio knew that, which was why he gave Roel the cage. While the cage appeared to be an enslavement tool to imprison the guide spirits, in truth, it was used to spur the spirits’ activities. In a way, it was similar to a recuperation facility.

Different mana had different effectiveness when it came to stimulating the guide spirits, which was why Roel had different people give it a try. Upon learning the use of the guide spirit, the members of the golden generation, who knew about Alicia, enthusiastically offered their help.

An inconceivable sight appeared in the new Tark Stronghold. Young distinguished commanders stood in a queue, humbly presenting like concubines to serve the guide spi

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