Zevien's Plan

"How do you know?" Zevien was surprised.

"Well, I have joined his fairy realm since he started to recruit recently. All of us here have joined his fairy realm," Ravana said.

"Tsk, couldn't he at least tell me anything? We have a mental connection of sort due to the contract," Zevien clicked his tongue, but he was also worried.

"Exactly," Ravana nodded, "he can't contact you because his soul was injured, that's why I am relaying the message to you. But no need to worry, it's just a matter of a few months before Lord Tartagust can recover to his prime condition."

"Who is this Lord Tartagust?" Ray asked with confusion as he looked at Cargil.

Suddenly, a chubby frog appeared on Cargil's shoulder and grinned, "let's just say that Lord Tartagust can kill you with his fart."

"Uhh…," Ray was stumped.

"Don't mind him," Cargil shook his head before nodding, "however, it is true. Zevien has a five-year contract with that Lord rank fairy spirit."