It clicked.
Li Wei understood everything. He had finally figured out how this skull worked.
'Isn't this thing just a quest trigger?'
It acted like an online troll, flaming everything in sight, and even came with a nagging detection ability. If this were really a game system, there would probably be conflicts, but—
Li Wei glanced over at Don Quixote. The great Knight still had his eyes closed, tightly gripping a mop head as he patrolled back and forth with a resolute expression. He was completely oblivious to the jester skull beside him, which was on a frantic tirade, belittling the Knightly Spirit until it seemed utterly worthless.
In fact, Don Quixote probably couldn't hear the item's incessant muttering at all.
"Shut up, you chattering bone," Li Wei mumbled. "Now I know why someone tore out your tongue before smashing your head in with a hammer."
Since Don Quixote couldn't hear it, the solution to the conflict was incredibly simple.
