Chapter 86 - 82: I’m Not the Only Monster on Guru Mountain (Part 1)
The night passed quickly. Aside from the cold, Igor didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.
As Igor got up, he looked forward to his breakfast as always. Even though he hadn’t spent more than a week with Stan Sol, it was apparent that he had been fascinated by Sol’s peculiarities. For a while, he even found himself thinking, Being Sol’s captive isn’t such a bad thing.
Why wouldn’t it be good? he thought. He didn’t have to worry about food, sleep, or anything else. He didn’t even have to stand guard when camping at night. This carefree life, where everything was handed to him, was much better than when he was alone.
Not long ago, he had been worried about not having many gold coins. But not much time had passed, and he had almost completely forgotten those concerns. He had even forgotten other things.
Whenever Igor encountered new and interesting things, his eyes would light up, and his body would become excited. This was a habit that had formed over many years, deeply ingrained in his bones. Just like the Scale of Faith within him, it had become a part of his body, invisible to the eye. He knew this habit was not exactly commendable, but every time he saw something new, he couldn’t control himself. There must be a demon in my heart, he often thought, subtly tempting me to make the same mistakes over and over again, even though these mistakes seem to have no significantly harmful effects.
Igor snapped out of his wandering thoughts. I should be more concerned about what to eat for breakfast, he mused. He expected Stan Sol to surprise him. Every day brought something new.
Igor looked around and found that he was the earliest to wake up. Even Baharo, who usually woke up early, was deep in sleep with his head hung low. It showed just how early Igor had woken up.
Perhaps I was awakened by the cold, Igor thought. The night wind made him feel a little uncomfortable. He rubbed his eyes with his bound hands, preparing to get up and stretch his limbs.
Just as Igor was about to get up, he saw Stan Sol, who was sitting motionless with his eyes closed not far away, raise one hand. The hand swayed lightly, seeming to be signaling something.
As Igor was contemplating what this gesture meant, Stan Sol’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind. Unlike Sol’s usual slow speech, the voice was simple and efficient, telling him, Don’t move rashly. There’s danger. If you move, I can’t guarantee your safety.