With this settled, Devildare, Sunders, and Angor left through the gate.
Back inside the house, the wizards engaged in a relatively friendly discussion since they now had a common goal.
While they talked, Twilight suddenly stood up. “I’ll leave for a second. Need some fresh air.”
Hannibal gave her a meaningful look and sneered, “Don’t get lost in the mist.”
Twilight walked onto the balcony and watched the three individuals who were walking away.
She fixed her gaze on the young man with the checkered overcoat and revealed a vicious grin.
…
Inside the mist-covered area just outside the manor.
When the three of them were about to part ways, Angor approached Devildare and handed a pouch to the old man.
Devildare glanced at the plain-looking pouch and sensed what was inside without having to check it.
Sunders also stopped to look at them. “I saw you putting away that scroll just now. So you crafted a space storage?”
Angor nodded. “All thanks to your greyspace microbes, professor.”
Sunders smiled without commenting further. He collected a large number of microbes when he was constructing the Sorcerer’s Garden, and he had been wondering if he should sell them. But now, Angor just presented him yet another big surprise.
The microbes were costly, true. But a space storage made out of them was even costlier. Ten times more expensive than the raw materials, or more.
Since Angor could create space storages, the extra microbes would bring him more fortune. Thinking about this, Sunders couldn’t help but grin brightly.
Devildare clearly knew what Sunders was planning, and man, he was jealous! Twilight Well had a good stock of greyspace microbes, but they didn’t have an alchemist who could use them!
If only Angor was in a better relationship with Twilight Well…
It didn’t matter though. They could always make it up slowly. Twilight Well would never thrive if they rejected a genius alchemist just because of a small conflict.
The old man decided to talk to Twilight later and persuade her into forgiving Angor’s offense. Anyway, it wasn’t like they could do much to the boy when Sunders was around to protect him.
Lion Princess died during the incident. Sunders managed to retrieve her soul from the auction hall. She might suffer some loss of strength, but she would recover.
As for the missed auctions… They didn’t achieve as big auction volume as the grand auction. The ordinary auctions that were postponed for several days only caused manageable damage.
Everything was still acceptable, and Devildare planned to set his vision further. Angor, at his current level, already possessed decent alchemy skills. The boy could produce items good enough to be used as highlight lots for an auction. Establishing a friendly connection with Angor meant more to Twilight Well, compared to pursuing a petty debt.
Wizards always judged people by the profit they held. Devildare didn’t like Angor, but he certainly could seek cooperation with the boy.
While Devildare went over his thoughts, Angor unbound the pouch in his hand.
“There are five space necklaces in different colors. The Dusk Butterfly, Silvery Butterfly, a white, orange and pink one. The Dusk Butterfly only had 3 cubic meters, while the other four all had 5,” Angor said as he handed the pouch to Devildare. “I think they hold a value of a hundred thousand crystals added up. This is for paying my debt to Twilight Well.”
Devildare took the pouch and inspected it with his spirit feelers. Everything Angor said was correct.
The necklaces cost more than the debt already. After careful consideration, Devildare took out the “Dusk Butterfly” and returned it to Angor.
“The other four are enough. You can have this one back.”
Angor didn’t reject it. He took the necklace and prepared to head to Lady’s Juice.
Sunders suddenly put a hand on his shoulder. “I was expecting you to get the money by selling Greya’s food. So you really gathered a hundred thousand in half a month?”
Angor remained calm, but his proud eyes gave him out.
“Don’t forget about my hundred fifty, which is due in the next half month.”
Sunders and Devildare disappeared into the mist while Angor remained agape.
Angor put up a bitter look when he thought about what he just heard. It seemed he wouldn’t be sleeping much for a while. Again.
He sighed and walked toward Lady’s Juice.
…
Once again, nothing stopped him from advancing. Angor went straight to the monster nest.
As for the rainbow dragonflies, they all tailed him while praising Shava.
Following Sunders’ instruction, Angor climbed onto the top of the nest and waited for his order while he ignored the insects.
With nothing better to do, he simply began to observe the mist tunnel ahead of him.