Chapter 65
Finally, as the sky darkened, Greem safely returned to his residence in the Adept Tower.
Upon entering the room, he immediately locked the door. Then, he carefully took out all of the good items in the pouch at his waist and lined them up on the wooden table in his room. Looking at his trophies, he excitedly rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. He felt excited and restless. He was beyond words.
The ten small bottles on the left were Mind Concentrating Potions, which he had always dreamed of having. They were even the high quality products that were only internally available to the elites of the training camp. They provided 20% better results than the potions found on the outside. Each bottle was sold for 200 magic crystals, so just these ten bottles would have cost Greem two thousand magic crystals. Thanks to today’s unexpected windfall, Greem didn’t have to spend a single crystal of his own to buy them.
These Mind Concentrating Potions were more than enough to allow Greem to break through the barrier of Beginner Apprentice, and would immediately bring his Spirit to the level of peak Intermediate Apprentice. Whether he could easily enter the realm of Advanced Apprentice depended on Greem’s personal potential.
His eyes lingered on the Mind Concentrating Potions for a long time before Greem reluctantly moved on to the next item.
It was an azure magic crystal core. After Greem took it out from his waist pouch, he was finally able to see the tiny electric arcs lingering on its surface. It looked like the magical crystal possessed its own unique life force, as it was able to absorb the lightning energy hovering in the air. It produced a mystical realm that perfectly suited for Lightning Elementium.
Judging from this, this was definitely a magical core taken from a Pseudo-Adept level Storm Giant.
Based on their characteristics, Storm Giants should be categorized as Elemental beings. However, the only Storm Giant population that existed in the Adept World had a rather strange bloodline. It was said that in the ancient era, a Great Adept once conducted some extremely risky bloodline experiments. He used some kind of magical method to merge his bloodline with a group of Wind Elementium. He intended to increase the size of his heir, who had the same bloodline.
Under such circumstances, why was Greem still so confident?
This huge mystery bugged Kevin for the entire journey. He was still pondering the answer even as both men stepped down from the condor and once again entered the training camp.
Staring at the ocean of people, who were waiting at the side of the battlefield, Greem smiled and leaned over to speak into Kevin’s ears. He whispered, “Master, why are you so confused? You’re the one who brought me to this training camp yesterday, and that means you’ve also offended every single man in this place. Why don’t you place your bet on me today? Once you win, what can they do to you? Who will have all their money? Why are you still hesitating?”
The distressed expression on Kevin’s face grew stronger.
He really had boarded a sinking ship! Now, it would be difficult for him to disembark from this situation!