Age of Adepts

It vanished.

A drop of origin blood vanished just like that?

It wasn’t just Domhnall. Even Geraldine himself was stunned at the sight of this!

They closed their eyes to sense their surroundings. The origin blood had indeed dissipated entirely. It had disintegrated thoroughly, not leaving behind even a trace of its aura.

There were no concerns about the blood leaking out and being used for curses now!

Did Greem make a mistake in his handling of the blood?

Geraldine thought to himself. He had been wary of Greem, but now he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

Greem had given him a powerful Fourth Grade ring that was perfectly compatible with his attribute. Meanwhile, he had only given Greem a single drop of origin blood, which he wasn’t even allowed to bring out of this room.

In all honesty, if Domhnall had stubbornly insisted on the harsher terms from before, Greem would have had no choice but to relent as well. Now that Domhnall was already making certain compromises, Greem knew well enough to meet him at the middle ground. He shook Domhnall’s hand, and the deal was settled.

After settling the deal, Domhnall reached back into empty air and made a grabbing motion. A strange stone burning with milky-white flames suddenly appeared and drifted towards Greem slowly.

Greem lifted his head and looked at this tiny, fist-sized stone. Numerous emotions couldn’t help but well up in his heart as he saw it.

Once upon a time, when he saw that mountain of magical crystals in the Tower of Fate, Greem had been excited beyond words. He had wanted to lie on top of those magical crystals and not move a single inch for the rest of his life. Yet now, with just his two lips, he had given away a mountain of magical crystals, all for this one tiny stone.

The changes that had happened between these two periods of this life were truly unimaginable! It was miraculous in its own way.

The stone in front of him was not very large, but it was incredibly heavy. It was so much so that Greem could feel the strain on his Spirit when pulling it over.

Since Domhnall had happily handed over the stone, it meant that he wasn’t worried about Greem reneging on the deal.

Backing out of a deal with the Adept’s Association? A person who would dare to do that had probably not been born in the World of Adepts yet!

Greem didn’t reach out to grab the Lightfire stone. Instead, he raised his hand and let out the Bleeding Spear and the ogre warhammers.

The two sets of heavy weapons clattered to the ground with a large thud, causing the floorboards to rumble loudly, despite being protected by magical arrays.

“Since I’m already here, I don’t intend to bring these two pieces of garbage back with me. Just offer me any price, my lord. I’ll trade them for some magical crystals!”

Domhnall still had as sharp an eye as ever before. He immediately figured out the attributes and weaknesses of the two weapons with a single glance. He smiled, “The technique used in creating this spear is simply crude. The law attribute it possesses is the only redeeming factor. As for those warhammers. Truly garbage, like you said. Apart from returning them into the forge-fires and extracting the rare metal in them, they aren’t worth much else.”

Having said that, Domhnall lifted his head and glanced at Greem before saying, “However, since it’s you, I can make the decision to purchase them at the price of Fourth Grade items. One and a half million for these warhammers, and two million three hundred thousand for the spear. That comes to a total of three million eight hundred thousand magical crystals. How’s that?”

Greem was more than satisfied with this price. He quickly nodded in approval.

Upon seeing Domhnall put away the two pieces of equipment, Greem carefully put away the Lightfire stone in his Elder’s Ring as well.

“The ring you sold for five million magical crystals, and these two weapons for three million and eight hundred thousand. You just need to hand over one million and two hundred thousand magical crystals, as well as the spores and their method of cultivation, and our deal is settled!”

“Your Adept’s Association must have contact people in the Central lands as well. Have them go to the Crimson Clan headquarters in Ailovis. I will notify the clan immediately and have them hand over these things. In the meantime, I’m afraid I will be imposing on you!”

Domhnall was quite satisfied with Greem’s perfectly courteous and appropriate attitude.

“Since you are here as a guest of the Association, why don’t you walk around the Tower of Observation for the next few days. Our libraries and laboratories are the best in the entire World of Adepts. I’m certain that you won’t be disappointed with your trip!”

“Moreover, it seems like quite a few of the elders intend to exchange some thoughts with you in private. You are going to be quite busy in the next few days!”

Greem could only nod in response to the old adept’s vague words. He then got up and left the room.

Once Greem left, the smile on Domhnall’s face faded. He couldn’t help but stroke his beard as he brooded in silence. A moment later, he suddenly said, “Tell me, what do you feel about this Greem?”

A low and hoarse voice rang out in the empty room.

“Mysterious, powerful, and shrouded with the unknown. He is protected by an unusual power. I cannot see his Fateline!”