Half an Owner

Dago was baffled. Had he really provoked that many great beings?

He lowered his eyes and answered "truthfully." "The teacher who first taught me wizardry died long ago. I spent most of my time wandering alone, and there are many rituals I still don't understand. Perhaps I provoked all those Pillars of the Old Ones in the Spirit World during that time."

"Poor Dago. Fortunately, none of the Pillars of the Old Ones took over your soul to descend into this world. Otherwise, the judgment wizards would have burned you to ashes by now. Your problem isn't serious. Just remember: never sacrifice your soul to a great being of the Spirit World."

Avery spoke kindly as he listened to Dago's answer. He reached out and gently patted Dago's hand.

Caught off guard, Dago stiffened at first, then gradually relaxed.

Avery kept asking him questions, and Dago answered them one by one. He could feel Avery growing closer to him throughout, like a real grandfather with his grandson.

Dago had no idea how much time had passed. Once Avery had fully accepted him as a "blood relative," he stopped asking questions and looked at him with affection. "Do you plan to stay with me at Ice Thorn Manor, or return to the Silver Tower?"

"An ancient secret realm opens in a month. I'll be exploring it as a member of the Ring of Law, and I don't want to miss the opportunity. Once the trial is over, I'll come visit you again, Grandpa."

Dago answered respectfully.

Avery seemed quite pleased with his answer and nodded. "Growing up without anyone's protection during your apprenticeship may have been a good thing. You have the strength and decisiveness of a true Huntington Family descendant. Only bitter cold and fierce winds can bring forth a