Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

# Chapter 182: Are You a Boy? The amount of information in this note was a bit overwhelming.

Both Lucas Reeve and Surtr were stunned for a moment and couldn’t react.

Over the years.

Surtr had also been to many places hinted at by memory fragments, only to find out upon arrival that they were just simple, useless memories.

In fact, even for this trip to Lungmen.

Surtr hadn’t paid much attention to the memory fragment.

The reason she used to search for memory fragments was purely to find her past self—what kind of person she used to be, who her parents were, where her hometown was. Because the interference of the memory fragments in her mind made it so that Surtr didn’t even know her own age. She could only barely remember a few things from recent years; the past was like a blank slate.

However.

After Lucas Reeve separated her past memory fragments from her current memories, Surtr seemed to have come to an understanding.

She was no longer fixated on finding her past self.

The present her was real and could create a future. That was enough. The past was ultimately just the past. Even if she remembered it, so what?

Only her future self was the real her.

Therefore.

The reason she came to Lungmen this time.

Was purely to eat some ice cream. The memory fragment was just an afterthought.

However.

She hadn’t expected this memory fragment in Lungmen to provide so much information.

Surtr placed the note on the table.

Then she carefully opened the other small notebook.

It was a yellowed diary.

The handwriting inside was very messy with many typos, on par with Ifrit’s. Of course, it was much better than Ceobe’s. After all, he could at least write. Ceobe was completely illiterate. Although she was old enough, she couldn’t remain illiterate forever. Jessica had even found a private tutor for Ceobe, but Ceobe couldn’t learn anything, and eventually, they gave up.

Lucas Reeve, in his little flame-person form, sat on Surtr’s shoulder. The two of them stood together, carefully reading the not-so-thick booklet.

The diary didn’t contain much.

Mostly just trivial matters.

For example.

[1.25 My memory seems to be constantly fading. I can’t remember my past. In my mind, there’s only the name Laevatain. I’ve even forgotten my own name. So, to avoid any special situations, I’ve developed the habit of writing in a diary.]

[1.26 As the host of Laevatain, I don’t know what my mission is. I’m idle every day with nothing to do. Nothing to do today, played cards.]

[1.27 Nothing to do today, went for a bath. It cost me several thousand. I don’t know why a normal bath is so expensive. Say no more, my back hurts.]

[1.28 As the host of Laevatain, I can’t be decadent anymore. Although I don’t know what Laevatain is, just a sword? Today, I’ll practice my swordsmanship.]

[1.29 So tired, taking a rest today... looking for some girls.]

[.....]

The following entries were mostly repetitions of these trivial matters.

However.

Surtr noticed something strange.

”Laevatain...”

”Hmm.”

”Why does his back hurt after taking a bath?”

”...”

Lucas Reeve fell silent, considering his words.

Due to her lack of memories and years of wandering, Surtr’s general knowledge, while better than Ceobe’s, was only so-so.

At least... she didn’t know how to use a smartphone.

Ceobe could at least use a tablet to watch cartoons now.

”How should I put this.”

”Umm....”

”He used the rake he carried with him to plow the dry ground. The key is, plowing one wasn’t enough, he had to plow several, so he was exhausted.”

Surtr: ”???”

She shook her pretty little head, a different kind of light flashing in her usually cold and calm eyes when she was with Lucas Reeve.

”I don’t quite understand.... why would you spend money to plow the land...”

”Uhh...”

”I’ll tell you in the future. When we have money, I’ll buy you a phone. You can browse the internet more, and you’ll learn a lot of common knowledge.”

Surtr was a little disappointed.

”Does it have to be in the future?”

”Yes.”

Surtr didn’t dwell on it and continued to read the diary.

The subsequent content was a bit repetitive. After flipping a couple more pages, there were some blank pages with nothing written. Surtr continued flipping.

When there was writing again, a year had already passed.

He hadn’t written in his diary for a whole year.

Lucas Reeve had already guessed the reason.