Chapter 325 - Paying Debt
Free gifts were always good gifts. Angor still quickly accepted the overcoat despite his bad comments on its terrible style.
Apart from its size, it went well on his body without hindering his movement.
He cast an Ice Wall and used the polished surface of the ice like a mirror. The strange coat seemed… pretty good on him. While looking at his own reflection, Angor remembered a certain wicked gentleman he read about in a child’s story.
“Nice fit. A hat would be better,” Sunders commented.
Devildare jumped a little and took out a black top-hat from his space ring.
There were two plate-like objects affixed on the hat, with the same “smiling face” image on them, in reversed colors. It was obvious that this hat was meant to be sided with the overcoat.
Devildare chuckled at Sunders in an awkward manner. “Thanks for the reminder, Mister Phantom. I forgot the coat came with a hat too.”
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.