Dago could sense the golden ladybug slowly drawing on his Soul Force.
The amount it drew was tiny, and because of the Master-Servant Pact, he could stop it at any time.
It seemed to be a way for Alazan to recover his energy.
Rather than "disturbing" the drain, Dago felt relieved.
Even a simple exchange of consciousness could exhaust Alazan's energy, and he needed to rely on Dago just to "cling to life." Clearly, Alazan's soul had weakened to an extremely low point. No wonder he had been willing to sign a Master-Servant Pact.
Dago was not particularly opposed to having the soul of an ancient old man inside his body.
As the former leader of the ancient spirit shamans, setting aside his inheritance in spells and souls, Alazan's experience and wisdom were equally an incomparably vast treasure.
Now that the pact had been signed, the initiative was entirely in Dago's hands. If he put some thought into it, perhaps the benefits he could "squeeze" out of Alazan would be far greater than he imagined.
"Respect can be shown openly, but I still need to stay on guard in secret."
"An antique who has lived for who knew how many years possesses schemes and methods far beyond anything I can match."
Dago's current relationship with Alazan was perhaps not quite accurately described as seeking a tiger's skin.
But he had never believed that good fortune simply fell from the sky. The more advantageous a situation seemed for him, the more cautious he needed to be.
After thinking it through calmly, Dago took a blue paper bird from his Spatial Ring. He gently rubbed it between his hands, and soon, the paper bird came "alive," transforming into a real blue bird that swiftly flew out of the cave.
Undine had given