"You said your name was Oscar?"
"Mm, mm. What is it, sir...?"
"How old are you this year?"
"Se-seven."
Flender looked over the child before him. Though still young, his hair was already somewhat overgrown. Not only did it cover his face, but he had even grown a goatee. Flender shook his head with a laugh.
This really was like searching everywhere in vain, only to find it without any effort.
He had found him just like that.
"Kid, do you know what a Spirit Master is?"
"A Spirit Master? One of those noble lords?"
"More or less. I can see that you have the aptitude to become a Spirit Master. I want to train you. Do you want to come with me?"
"Uh..."
Young Oscar looked at the smiling man before him. Having lived alone for a long time, his instincts told him never to trust strangers easily. Yet for some reason, the man in front of him gave him an unusual sense of closeness.
After thinking it over and over, Oscar's little head still could not figure out such a complicated question. He could only look at Flender eagerly.
"But, sir, you said you wanted to train me to become a Spirit Master. Then what is your name? What kind of Spirit Master are you?"
"Me?"
Flender smiled and released a little of his Soul Power. An oppressive aura burst forth, and several Spirit Rings instantly appeared around him.
Oscar froze. He stretched out his grimy little hand and unconsciously began counting the Spirit Rings before him.
"One, two... six, seven, se-seven!"
"Seven Spirit Rings? You're a Spirit Saint!"
"I am now. Well? I'm not a liar, so I can teach you to become a Spirit Master now, right?"
"Teacher!"
Oscar caught on quickly. Flender smiled and nodded,