Chapter 713
Billis was one and a half months later than his companions in arriving at Shadow Island.
As a ship crashed into the reefs at the shoreline with a resounding thud, a massive hole opened in the right bow. There was the ear-piercing sound of the ship’s hull grinding against the sand at the bottom of the sea. The salty seawater surged in from the damaged spots as the boat gradually started tilting. Large numbers of splintered planks, barrels, and other miscellaneous objects became scattered on the surface of the sea.
Billis turned into a cloud of black smoke and rose from the deck of the ship, crossing a hundred meters of the sea and landing heavily upon the beach.
Several dozen muscular sand giants with undefined faces emerged from the beach, surrounding the bug adept the moment he landed.
“Give your name, intruder!” A cold voice boomed from above.
From the shadow of his lowered hood, Billis lifted his head slightly as his four green eyes–two large and two small–locked onto the strange witch floating on her flying broom twenty meters above him.
Perhaps because she sensed the familiar magical flux around the intruder, the patrolling Pale Witch did not have the golems attack.
“Billis, Crimson Clan adept. We came here with the Fate Witches!”
The flying ship had been destroyed, Endor had died in combat, and Alice had successfully advanced to Second Grade.
All of these events frightened Billis to the very core when he heard about them.
For some reason, he felt as if him being surrounded by the enemy alone wasn’t that unacceptable anymore. The two First Grade adepts shivered in fear when they thought of the terror of the Fourth Grade powerhouses, even as they were within the absolute safety of Shadow Island.
Billis successfully obtained his clan reward from Icelady Snowlotus.
A knowledge crystal containing portions of the otherworldly knowledge that the clan had obtained from the forest elves.
Twenty thousand magical crystals.
Fifteen elven slaves (First Grade profession owners).
Three magical equipment (First Grade).
Thousand-Year-Old Treeheart.
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These rewards added up to a total of a dozen, but the ones that Billis most prioritized were the first five. His present self, after the wild carnage and evolution in Faen, had increased in power to the peak of First Grade.
He should start thinking about the matter of advancing to Second Grade in three to five years after he returned to the World of Adepts!
Billis immediately collected some of the smaller rewards from Snowlotus, but he would have to claim things like the slaves, the equipment, and the treeheart from the tower’s public depository.
After bidding Snowlotus farewell, he made his way to the third floor.
In all seriousness, this was a market that the tower had specially set up to store the slaves and equipment that the witches or their clans had obtained as loot.
Compared to the silence of the other floors, this place was lively beyond Billis’ imagination.
Inside were crowds of people brushing past each other, clothes and species of all sorts, dazzling products, goods, as well as a myriad of plaques and shops.
The black-robed Billis froze at the entrance to the floor. His green eyes swept across everything in an instant, and for a moment, he had no idea where to go.