This time, Wilbur was unconscious for two whole days. During this time, the higher-ups in Moda regained their control over the army. After hosting an urgent meeting, they agreed in unison to repair and strengthen the relationship between Moda and Kosanto. After the meeting, Moda and Kosanto signed a series of agreements that would restore their friendship back to how it was fifty years ago. Despite the fact that the Night Demon Project was exposed, it was eventually covered up to avoid negative impacts on the two countries. Both countries took action to limit and restrict the citizens from discussing the incident. A large number of soldiers stormed Diseya, clearing out the corpses on the streets and giving the town a good cleanup. The town's mayor also made an appearance to comfort the townsfolk. By the time Wilbur woke up two days later, the entire town was restored to its former glory. Everyone was busy working on their own things, and the higher-ups of Kosanto had also made
Arkadi grabbed Wilbur's hands, looking rather emotional. "Thank you for protecting my small town, Mister Penn. As Head Elder of Bangsai, I'm happy to answer any questions you may have as long as I know them." Wilbur had not forgotten his goal of coming to Diseya. The Night Demon case had held off Wilbur's search for the dragon cauldron fragment back then, but now that it was solved, he figured it was time he went back to looking for the cauldron fragment. Taking a deep breath, Wilbur said, "That's right, Elder Arkadi. I am pretty interested in Bangsai's culture and would like to know why despite Bangsai having grown Diseya to operate on par with a county-level city, the cultural foundation of Bangsai itself still remains like a village. Shouldn't Bangsai be the first place to be developed? Why hasn't anything changed?" Bangsai was at the heart of Diseya, which was now so well-developed, but the same could not be said for Bangsai itself. That was definitely strange, and Wilbur fel
Wilbur's mind raced, and it was not long before he lit up gleefully. "I got it, I finally got it!" Arkadi frowned at him. "What did you get, Mister Penn?" Wilbur said, "Oh, I just thought of something really meaningful all of a sudden. I think that the Dashan man told your tribe not to change the state of this area because of the underground water. After all, soil in barren lands tends to be loose. Water can still flow through loose soil if it is not too far underground, and building tall buildings might add pressure to the soil and cause the water level to sink further down. If that happens and the water level sinks more than ten meters underground, Diseya would face a drought all over again." "Yes," Arkadi nodded. "I guessed as much, but if the water weren't too deep underground in the soil, tall buildings would not affect it severely enough for it to sink down that much. The only possibility is that there's a special pressure system in the soil of Bangsai, and those three well
Wilbur painstakingly tried a few more times, but every attempt ended the same. All of a sudden, Wilbur remembered that this was a formation that Senior Fremont had set up as a test for Wilbur. Realization struck him then. It would hardly be a test if it was so easily found, wouldn't it? "Mister Penn!" Arsi's voice sounded from afar then. Wilbur put the first dragon cauldron away and looked over. Arsi was running this way, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. "I forgot to give this to you, Mister Penn. That guy Victor left this weapon behind." Arsi raised the silver bow in his hand, and Wilbur was stunned when he saw it. "Isn't… Isn't that the Bloodism Bow? What is it doing here?" "Did you forget, Mister Penn? Victor's dead. Of course, his bow would be left behind here." Arsi gave Wilbur the Bloodism Bow and left after that. Wilbur made sure there was no one around and picked up the bow cautiously to spin it around in his hands. He then tossed it into his demiplane. "
Although Wilbur has gained a hundred and fifty years of cultivation, he did not mind a hundred more. After all, no cultivator would turn such an offer down. Yet the dragon's voice was not heard again. It was a clear rejection of Wilbur's request. "Dude, c'mon! Weren't we just having a nice little chat? Why would you run away like that?" Wilbur's voice echoed in the demiplane, but there was no response. With no other choice, Wilbur turned to the screen to look at his options. There was a dozen or so options, with the good stuff that cost more grace points at the top. "Dragon's Breath. Cultivating this will allow you to sense any formations within a hundred-meter radius. This skill can be strengthened along with cultivation level. Costs fifteen thousand grace points." Wilbur gasped. Wasn't this exactly what he needed? Wilbur's master, the water dragon Orkot had once said that cultivators from middle and upper dimensions typically used formations to protect themselves. The Dr
Of course, Layla was much more professional and detailed than just providing that much. She arranged a trip for Wilbur to the Riol airport from Diseya that would take three hours, then a series of trips to other places from there. The entire schedule would allow Wilbur to partake in fifteen auctions over the course of two days. Wilbur headed to the parking lot at once and spoke to Arsi briefly before driving right out of Diseya to Samon. He took a flight to Riol, then to Dillsana. Wilbur flew around half the globe in just a little over a day. He attended fourteen auctions and spent over a billion dollars bidding on various collector's items that he put into his demiplane. Wilbur used the last half-day to fly back to Moda. He had not expected the last auction to be held in Monsato, the capital of Moda. Layla had pre-purchased entry tickets to the auction for Wilbur, so he only needed to scan the digital copy of it on his phone to enter. The flight here had delayed him by half an
The bodyguard had a glint in his eyes that suggested he thought little of Wilbur. Wilbur was quick to catch on to what was going on and nodded. "Sure, I'd love to meet Mister Fawkes." "This way, please." The bodyguard gestured to Wilbur, who followed him out of the auction room. Wilbur did not actually want to get to know Fawkes. He was only saying so to avoid having other people try to get close to him. Wilbur had successfully bid for the most valuable items in the auction, which was a clear indicator of his wealth. A dozen or so pairs of eyes landed on him then, and their owners would have come crowding over even if the bodyguard had not shown up. However, things were different now. Everyone else looked rather disdained upon hearing Wilbur agree to meet Mister Fawkes. They were now certain that Wilbur had only come for the auction as a ploy to be acquainted with Mister Fawkes. Fawkes was the biggest jeweler in all of Moda. He even owned a diamond mine. He had become the ric
"What? A hundred million dollars? Who gave you the gall to speak to me like that?" Fawkes glowered at Wilbur, who shrugged and turned to leave while saying, "I guess we don't have a deal, then." "You!" Fawkes watched as Wilbur disappeared through the door, hardly able to contain his fury. "No one has dared to speak to me like that in twenty years. Who does this guy think he is, huh?" The bodyguard walked over then. "We've looked into him, Mister Fawkes. Wilbur Penn isn't from here." "That's great, then. Make sure the guy doesn't make it out of Moda today, Devon. I want it to look like an accident." "Of course, Mister Fawkes." Devon nodded and left the room. Fawkes sneered coldly. "That'll teach you not to mess with me." Fawkes was powerful now, but he had been a newbie just like everyone else twenty years ago. He had met his fair share of business disputes and would have been wiped out had it not been for his ruthless ways. Wilbur's appearance had humiliated Fawkes,