"I've got it! Master!" A furious shout suddenly erupted from behind, and Lyle turned around. Under the slowly closing doors of the Bronze Hall, he saw the Baron of the Garden clutching his fists tight, a spark of inspiration—or something—dancing in the fiery eyes of the Elemental Lord, his emotions intense, the suppressed flames on his body surging like waves, with waves of heat pulsing towards him.
The Baron of the Garden had finally managed to control himself, rather than exploding as he had seemed on the verge of doing. At the most critical moment, he appeared no different from an oversized grenade with its pin pulled.
Lyle was delighted that both his mental philosophy and his personal safety were being respected. The Baron's state was clearly that of a newbie who'd been suddenly enlightened with twenty years of marketing wisdom. Lyle was familiar with this condition; it was the same excitement he felt every time his Magic Lock leveled up and he gained new abilities.