Chapter 142

The Elf spirit hovered over the mattress, carefully scrutinizing the covers of the books. He moved his finger and the pages flipped over fast. He got to the middle of page of each of the books then stopped, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"Is that it?" Prince Ron asked, noting the changes on Prince Kayziel's ghost-like face. "Is that what you're looking for?"

In the middle of each page was a single word written in characters Prince Ron could not make out. They seemed to be in an ancient Elfin language.

Prince Kayziel burst out laughing. "You did it, Prince Ron! You did it! This is the spell! This is the spell that will get me a body!"

If he weren't a spirit, he would have hugged Prince Ron, his new vessel. He had actually underestimated the Prince. The boy was truly reliable.