Wilbur turned around to look. Sure enough, a round white light around the size of a human face appeared in the east. It was shrinking rapidly as if compressed by the pressure of the chaos realm, having decreased significantly in size in just a few seconds. Augheimer said, "Crap! Let's get out of here quickly. We might not make it out if we wait." "Okay. Let's go!" The two men charged towards the white light as it continued to shrink, rushing out of it just as it was only the width of a soup bowl. White light flashed before their eyes, and they were back in the Buck Town dimension. The circle of white light was now the size of a date. Wilbur and Augheimer glanced at each other, heaving a sigh of relief. All of a sudden, a tentacle reached out of the circle of light. It pressed itself against Augheimer's chest, and a dozen more tentacles sprouted out. They wrapped around Augheimer's body before dragging him back toward the white light. "No, no!" Augheimer shrieked in terror.
"I know I messed up, I really do. I admit defeat. I'll leave Buck Town by tonight." Wilbur frowned at Augheimer. "Where are you going?" Augheimer smiled. "Tevinter Town, the seventh town." "What? Why?" "No reason. I just don't want to owe you too much." "What?" "Don't get me wrong! I just want to be somewhere I can improve quickly." Wilbur looked into the distance, falling silent. "I hope you grow stronger, then." Augheimer looked at Wilbur before saying, "Are we still friends, then?" "Of course? You'll always be my old pal." "Thank you." Augheimer put out a hand, and Wilbur shook it as the two men exchanged a smile. That night, Wilbur finally saw the old Augheimer again. They chatted happily, walking along the Buck Town square to the portal. "Alright, you don't have to walk me all the way there." "Alright, then. Best of luck." Wilbur and Augheimer grinned at each other, and Augheimer turned to leave. All of a sudden, a shout sounded from the distance. "
Wilbur nodded, and Augheimer turned to walk into the portal. The guards activated the portal right after that, and a white light flashed through the air. Augheimer was nowhere to be seen following that. Edmund sighed. "Augheimer's still far too cocky for his own good. It's probably for the best that he left Buck Town. That's one less burden for me to worry about." He turned to leave after that, and Wilbur stared after him wordlessly. He had thought that Edmund was a good man back when Hadirt wanted to massacre all of Buck Town—only to find out that Edmund had been the one who sent Conrad to tell Hadirt that Dalton had been murdered. That was what had drawn Hadirt to Buck Town. Edmund had pretty much tried to use Hadirt to get rid of Wilbur, not wanting to co-rule Buck Town with him. Now that Wilbur knew how two-faced Edmund was, he no longer wanted too much to do with him if he had the choice. Had he not wanted to cultivate the Yellow Dragon Spell and needed to absorb the Ye
Conrad bowed to Edmund politely and explained, "Lord Edmund, I'm sure you know that anyone with a Tricorpse Beetle in their body will have to get rid of it if they want to improve their cultivation. However, getting rid of a Tricorpse Beetle is far from easy. These bugs form naturally in one's body, cultivated by their greed for food, lust, or fame. One must have a pure enough heart and soul if they want to kill the Tricorpse Beetle and stop it from appearing in their body again." He paused for a breath, then continued, "But there are not many people who can do that in the world, not even cultivators from the upper dimensions. Thus, lots of cultivators naturally cultivate Tricorpse Beetles in their bodies. It's just that their greed is pretty small, so they don't really feel much. However, a true cultivator will eventually get rid of their Tricorpse Beetles." After gaining Edmund's full attention, Conrad added, "The thing is that there are too many cultivators in the middle dimensi
"What does that mean?" The crowd looked at each other, not understanding what Conrad was saying. Conrad smiled, getting to his feet before bowing to Edmund. "Drinking for blessings means to take a drink that has been blessed by Lord Edmund, of course. But since it's a drink of blessings, we're going to have to be placed. I say we have a friendly duel, and the winner gets a drink blessed by Lord Edmund. How's that?" "You sound like you really want that blessed drink, Conrad." "What do you have in mind?" Conrad glanced at the family leaders. "I wouldn't dare call myself better than the family leaders here, but I do want to get the first blessed drink since it was my idea. Wilbur Penn here isn't a family leader, but he's certainly far from weak. I would deem him more than qualified to take me on in a battle, but only if he wants to." "Oh, why not? I'm afraid you won't be getting that drink then, Lord Conrad." Conrad had plotted with Edmund to kill Wilbur before, and thus Wilbu
Wilbur had not received this protection and did not know how to get it. Thus, the only way to make himself more powerful was through the Dragon's Altar in his demiplane. Since gold coins could be exchanged into grace points, he would be able to get fifty thousand grace points out of his battle. That would surely make him more powerful! Edmund got to his feet. "The battle officially starts now!" Conrad released a powerful energy aura. "How would you like to do this, Wilbur?" Wilbur released the same amount of energy aura as well. "The first to touch the other person in fifteen minutes wins?" "Sure." Conrad shot out towards Wilbur the next second, who darted out of the attack's way. Following that, Conrad continued to attack Wilbur relentlessly. The two men chased after each other in the courtyard, neither of them letting up in the slightest. Just as everyone was focused on the battle, Edmund snuck a black pill into a glass of wine. The pill turned clear as soon as it touc
"Yes. The Lord Edmund I know would never be this generous, but he just gave up three hundred thousand gold coins for a few duels. That's not like him at all." Wilbur frowned. "Are you suggesting that Edmund might have spiked the blessed drink?" Felix nodded. "But I don't feel anything." "Some poisons are colorless and odorless. They can even go undetected by the consumer and kill them just like that. I think it's best for you to rest and cultivate once you get back, Master." "Alright." Wilbur returned to his room at once, channeling his dragon aura to flow around his body. Yet he did not sense anything off with his internal system, but there were strange thoughts that began to form and grow in his head. Wilbur did his best to suppress the thoughts but quickly found that he was unable to do so. There seemed to be an uncontrollable greed rooted in his brain: greed for food, lust, fame, and many other things. At the same time, Wilbur found that he might want these things m
"Drink? Look at the state you're in! We'll be usurped by the other Great Families if you keep drinking like this! We worked so hard to get here, Master. You can't be like this!" Felix stared daggers at Wilbur, who merely replied with a lazy grin. "It's alright, Senior Horne. Time goes by faster here in the mirror dimension, I'm fine drinking here for a night or two!" "A night? You've been here for two weeks, you can't keep going like this!" "What? That's hardly anything! Come on, don't I deserve a break? How about this—three months, and I won't drink another drop. Just give me three months. Yeah?" Felix sighed but ended up nodding. "Alright, Master. I know this hasn't been easy for you. You can rest here for three months, I'll wake you up after that." "Okay. Now drink with me." "I'm busy, Master. I'm afraid I can't drink with you today. Goodbye.' Felix was a hard worker but did not complain in the slightest as he knew that all the work he had done would go into Wilbur's s