The Storyteller suddenly had an idea. He beckoned Brother Mangzi over, called him to his side, and whispered a few words into his ear.
After hearing the Storyteller, Brother Mangzi glanced back at Ligardel, then rubbed his bald head, somewhat hesitant.
"If we do this, wouldn't it be a little inappropriate?"
"And will it even work? Will the Candle Keepers help us?"
The Storyteller shrugged. "Since none of the other methods worked, we can only try something like this."
"And this way, we can at least keep some of the potential danger under control. If we really let Ligardel go out and train on his own, wouldn't that be even more dangerous?"
"As for the Candle Keepers—I'm not sure. But we won't know whether it'll work unless we ask. Don't forget, Spirit Candle is a very realistic game. We can't always be stuck in the mindset of past games."
Hearing that, Brother Mangzi hesitated for a moment before turning to look at Ligardel behind him.
Ligardel was standing there with his hands behind his back and his head slightly lowered. When he noticed Brother Mangzi looking at him, he gave him an ingratiating, goofy grin.
Brother Mangzi withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Alright, we'll do as you say!"
"Let's go find the Candle Keepers right now."
"No, no, no." The Storyteller shook his head, stopping the impatient Brother Mangzi. He lowered his voice. "Don't rush. That kid Ligardel isn't stupid. Sometimes his little head is sharp as anything. It'd be bad if we failed to fool him, so let's try to make it work in one go."
"Here, first do as I say—"
Not long after, Brother Mangzi finished speaking with the Storyteller and returned to Ligardel's side.
"Teacher, what were you talking about just now?