Subconsciously, Amelia glanced at her phone—it was exactly 9 PM.
Normally, Earth Binding Spirits wouldn’t appear at this time.
Amelia looked out the window, narrowing her eyes. Her voice wasn’t as casual as before: “Oh, then you should develop it.”
Rowan: … Develop what?!
Carl, sipping his tea, raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What are you asking him to develop?”
“His Dark physique. In theory, it’s very suitable for becoming a spiritual guide,” Amelia explained, then looked at the still confused Rowan. “In movies, they call it the guide of the impermanent—you guide the spirits who are supposed to leave the human world to their rightful place. You’re paid by the underworld. Got it?”
Rowan turned pale. “I get it, but Amelia, I don’t think I have the courage for that job. It sounds way to
