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Chapter 313: "Competing To Give Her A Gift"

After all, Ainsley did summon out her raptor out of nowhere...and Jake felt that he had never heard of a spatial tool that could contain a living being.

Maybe Ainsley is really a tar?

Jake didn't dare to ask Ainsley directly about this because the old geezers around him already thought of the baby as a gifted tar.

Thus, he just watched Ainsley pocketed the scroll with a smile on his face.

Well, never mind. Even if Ain isn't a tar, since she can act like tars, let's just assu she's a tar.

After pocketing the scroll, Ainsley smiled from ear to ear as she looked at the grandpa in a colourful robe.

"Twank ywou, Gwandpa!" Ainsley flashed a sweet smile laced with her charm ability, instantly stole the grandpa from the beast tar guild's heart.

"Ohhh, you're so cute! I wish my grandchildren were as cute as you."

Bern, or what others called Bernadette, laughed out loud as he peeked at his rival, Benjamin, who was glaring at him, wishing him dead.

Hohoho, no need to glare at like that, you know? It's your fault that you don't have any toys in your pocket.

Bern stroked his beard as he showed a triumphant smile, definitely trying to annoy Benjamin, the monster tar's guild master.

However, what Bern called a toy was actually quite a treasure that others won't treat it as a casual gift for a stranger that they had never t.

Even Evan, the Walter Family's head, wouldn't treat that contract scroll as a re toy to give to a stranger. Of course, if it was for Ainsley, he would be more than glad to give her the scroll.

Benjamin looked at how Ainsley started to talk to Bern with a smile on her face, clearly pleased with the generous grandpa. The eerie old man with a hunched back couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly pushed Bern aside and looked at Ainsley with a hideous yet comical grin on his face.

"Lil lass, grandpa didn't prepare anything fancy for you, but this Siren pearl can help you attract countless monsters below high-level monsters!"

The old man threw a pinky-sized aquamarine pearl to the baby and clapped his hands in delight.

"As a tar, it's crucial for you to be able to pick your tad monsters among tons of monsters. Wear that Siren Pearl around your body, and you can save ti to attract monsters your way."

For tars, eting monsters wasn't sothing dreadful as long as the monsters' level wasn't way too high.

Because the nature of monster tars allowed them to contract a lot of monsters, unlike a beast tar, they liked to hunt for monsters to be tad.

Thus, the Siren pearl was definitely a good item that one should have to ta and contract a good monster in a short ti.

When Ainsley received the glossy aquamarine pearl with faint wave crafting on its surface, the baby sucked in the cold air.

Siren pearl with a wave pattern? That's at least comparable to a 5-coloured energy crystal! Rare! Definitely a rare thing!

Ainsley hurriedly stored the pearl in her storage necklace and looked at Grandpa Benjamin with a coy smile.

"Twank you, Gwandpa Ben! Wuv you!" Ainsley sent a heart motion to the old man, instantly reaped another person's heart.

Gah. So cute! What an angel!

Benjamin almost had a heart attack. If not for his will to look good in front of this prodigy, he would have fainted right away.

"Hohoho. It's okay, it's nothing much, anyway. Just a toy." Benjamin tried to look casual, but inside, he was sweating hard.

After all, the Siren-billowing Pearl was sothing precious for him too.

Alas, because of his pride that didn't want to lose to his rival, he tossed that pearl in the heat of the mont…

Well, it's not like he regretted it anyway. The baby was a talented monster tar. She would use the pearl in a good way.

When Ainsley heard how the old man treated such a precious item as if it's just a re candy, the baby subconsciously admired him.

Wow. He must be a big shot or a rich old man just like Zack! Mmm. Zack's friends are as rich as himself!

Ainsley's eyes sparkled as she looked at the rest of elderly around Jake. When the others saw Ainsley's curious eyes, they suddenly felt a pang to their heart.

If we don't give her sothing, will she think of us as soone petty? After all, we are all big shots. Just giving her an item or two won't matter, right?

The first one to react after the two oldies were the only woman in the group, the guild master of the Shaman Guild stationed at the Godlif country.

Waving her silky purple robe, the old woman with white hair took out a glass ball out of her storage ring.

The glass ball was not too large, definitely only as big as Ainsley's fist, but the inside almost made Ainsley choke.

Is that...a tiny spirit trapped inside?

Indeed, what's inside the glass ball was the spirit of a little rabbit.

The spirit was transparent, and no one should have been able to see it, but for so reasons, Ainsley could see it.

Maybe because she's already used to being exposed to high-level spirits like the Godfather and Zev thus, her spiritual eyes were triggered without her knowing.

"Here, cute lady. This glass ball is nothing much, but you can use it as an ornant or sothing."

Riemann, the old shaman, told Ainsley with a smile on her face.

"Placing this glass ball near your bed will also help you ward off evil spirits."

Well, you might also beco a shaman thanks to it, though.

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