Chapter 163: The Battle Rules of the Spirit Summoner

The large white skeletal construct moved through the forest like a ghostly presence, leaving only a rustling sound as its legs brushed past the grass and leaves.

Lyle and his two companions rested on its back, quite comfortably. The undulations caused by the movement were minimal, and any protruding branches in their path were severed by the multi-legged chariot's forelimbs. As long as they crouched down, there were basically no troubles.

"William, did you lose your lucky coin? The last time we played the heads or tails game, it seemed like you forgot to pick it up."

"Don't worry, it's here." William pulled out a shiny little thing from his coat pocket. It was that very gold coin with the image of a man's head and the emblem of a quill pen on a scroll.

"When did you pick it up?"