Ellen's father set the bag of food down on the table, digging around in it for a while before saying, "F*ck! Where's the sandwich I like? Why didn't you get it for me? Do you think I'm worthless, too?" Her father glowered at her coldly, and Ellen shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Sorry, Dad. Love Grocer doesn't have sandwiches anymore." "Are you saying they didn't have the discounted sandwiches today?" "No, not just today. Love Grocer isn't going to put the sandwiches on discount anymore. I'm afraid you won't be able to have them now, Dad." Ellen lowered her head, feeling a shred of glee creep into her chest. This was the closest she could get to rebelling against her father. Ellen had drained all her time and energy to support this family, but her father had never been grateful. "What the f*ck did you just say? That motherf*cking Love Grocer took my favorite food out of the discount list? This is all your f*cking fault! Come here!" Ellen's father grabbed her
Lisa looked up at her daughter then. "You don't have to worry about me, Ellen. I'm sure if you left on your own, Howie wouldn't be able to find you. You'd be able to start a whole new life then. A woman's most precious years of her life are her twenties. You're a big girl, Ellen. You should have a life of your own." Ellen did not turn around, tears streaming down her face at Lisa's words. Ellen felt her heart warm from her mother's love, and everything was worth it then. In fact, she knew she would be able to escape if she left on her own. Ellen could leave town, and her father would never find her again. However, her mother would starve to death. Ellen knew very well that Howie would not take care of Lisa, and she would be left to die if Ellen ran away. Ellen loved her mother and would never leave on her own because of that. "Ellen," Lisa said carefully. "Don't worry about me, Mom. I'm fine. Everything's fine, isn't it?" The next morning, Ellen was called to the office by
Despite the fact that Ellen had nothing to do with the matter, Wilbur's words had touched Ellen the last time he was here, and she was now rather invested in the matter. Ellen returned to the main hall, carrying on with her shift and explaining the artifacts in the museum to the visitors. There was this strange sense of anticipation in Ellen's chest as if she was hoping Wilbur would show up and take the bronze cauldron with him. During a break between explanations, Ellen walked up to the cauldron to take a closer look at it. The cauldron seemed to radiate a mysterious eastern aura, one that made her fall into a daze looking at it. Yet Ellen waited for him the whole time until the museum shut its doors, and Wilbur never showed up. Ellen was disappointed. She felt like Wilbur had just gotten emotional seeing something from his country in a foreign land, which had led him to say those words. Maybe Wilbur had forgotten what he had said completely the moment he left. "Ellen, did t
Ever since the virus, David, had healed Wilbur, he had widened his prospects of the world greatly. If the virus could heal Wilbur within a minute, there would be even more powerful healing spells around the world. The dragon aura had grown past what Wilbur's body could handle in the past because he could not control it, and that was why he had never thought of using it to heal his body. Now that he had the bronze cauldrons, Wilbur learned more about the dragon aura. He stopped channeling after an hour, and it was not long before the dragon aura in his body returned to normal. At the same time, the dragon aura flowing outside of his body was quickly absorbed by the four bronze cauldrons. The cauldrons landed on the ground slowly as Wilbur stretched his healed joints. An idea came to him then, and he channeled his thunder cleaver. Wilbur could feel the significantly shorter amount of time it took to channel the thunder cleaver this time, and the lightning powers in it were also muc
Madam Judy walked over from behind her desk. "You missed your chance, and now you're asking for a second chance that I don't want to give to you. Are you going to force me into selling the cauldron to you?" "No, of course not," said Wilbur. Madam Judy pushed her glasses up. "Alright. The shenanigans regarding this cauldron shall end now, then. You're free to keep looking around at the artifacts here, but please leave if you have any other ideas." Wilbur was furious as he left Madam Judy's office, and Ellen chased after him apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry, Mister Penn. I didn't think Madam Judy would change her mind so suddenly. She wasn't like this yesterday." "What was she like, then?" Wilbur stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Ellen. Ellen froze, lowering her head, and said, "Maybe Madam Judy isn't in a good mood today. Maybe you could come by tomorrow and she might change her mind?" Wilbur took a deep breath, adjusting his emotions. "Alright, Miss Ellen. I apo
The truth was that Wilbur also suspected the Black Panthers and their elite leader had some mysterious connection with the bronze cauldrons. Wilbur had just bought a cauldron from Jiro, and the Black Panthers had made a reappearance, killing Jiro before flying to Migorn to look for Wilbur. Despite the fact that the Black Panthers might not really want to work with Wilbur, he knew that they must have some information on the cauldrons. In fact, Wilbur had even been looking forward to the Black Panthers' visit so that he would be able to get a lead on where the remaining three cauldrons were. Wilbur arrived at Billy's manor half an hour later, where he was standing at the entrance waiting for him before welcoming him into the manor. Sitting in the living room was Perry Woller, a member of the Black Panthers. Wilbur had met the guy before and sat down himself before taking a sip of tea. "What's up, Perry?" Perry nodded at Wilbur. "Wilbur, I'd like to inform you on behalf of the Bla
All four men spat out mouthfuls of blood, staring at Wilbur and his clone in disbelief. Just then, Wilbur's clone faded into nothing as his dragon aura returned to his body. Perry's jaw dropped open. "You've learned the cloning spell…" "What about it? Is that supposed to be a surprise to you?" Wilbur said, "Perry, I won't kill you today since we know each other. Go back and tell your leader that anyone can own the Nine Dragons Cauldrons if they are worthy and capable enough. Also, I won't be as nice the next time you come looking for me." He turned to leave after that. Billy's legs wobbled as he watched Wilbur walk away, and Billy fell to his knees before Wilbur respectfully. "Mister Penn, please forgive me! I'm willing to do anything you want me to as long as you forgive me, Mister Penn! Give me any order you wish, and I'll have it done." Wilbur glanced at Billy coldly. "I'll let you go today, you bastard. Get out of my way." "Thank you, Mister Penn." Billy heaved a huge s
Wilbur restored his body after channeling his dragon aura to rest. "I guess I still went too hard this time." The effects of the dragon aura surging through his body were terrifying, and Wilbur could only endure half the pressure of the energy surge. Nonetheless, he had filled his body with it at the manor. Despite the fact that Wilbur had taken his opponents down with just one move, using the dragon aura took a huge toll on Wilbur after it returned to his body. Had Wilbur not channeled it into the cauldrons in time, he would not have been able to keep it under control. Wilbur committed this limit of his abilities to memory. At the same time, Wilbur also realized that the explosive elements of the dragon aura would weaken slowly after being absorbed by the bronze cauldrons, eventually returning to a stable condition. This was something he had not noticed before, which only made Wilbur all the more confused about the cauldrons. That wise senior Fremont Skye had created such spec