Leo flashed a grin, and with a wave of his hand, one of the jars flew into his palm as if grasped by an invisible hand. It was a suitably sized jar, large enough to fit an adult's head and even had two small holes on the sides - as if it was designed to be worn.
Chubby and the others stared in fright at the squirming jar and retreated a few steps.
"Boss, what on earth is this?"
"These are Spirit-Taming Helmets, crafted by the locals to counter the resentment seeping out from Avadar. Of course, the ones discarded here are subpar products, hence the odd looks," Leo explained nonchalantly, causing Chubby and the others to feel a chill down their spines.
Chubby stared at the helmet, disbelief in his eyes. "Boss, you're not going to make us wear these things on our heads, are you?"
"Duh!" Leo shot Chubby a look. "I've already told you these are called Spirit-Taming Helmets. How else would they be of use if not worn?"