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

Just then, a deafening rumble sounded from behind Wilbur. He turned to see eight cars behind him, and all of them were race cars. Anyone else would have been scared out of their wits at the sight, but Wilbur merely smiled. "I guess they're not even trying to hide it now. Well, let's race, then." Wilbur continued to accelerate as the van sped ahead. The fleet of race cars chased behind him, following him all the way out of Monsato as they raced through the desert road. There was hardly anyone on the road. It took less than five minutes for the eight race cars to gain speed and catch up to Wilbur. Race cars far outclassed regular cars in terms of speed. Moreover, it was a wide road with no barriers separating the lanes. It was physically impossible for Wilbur to lose the fleet of cars. Soon enough, the first race car rammed into the back of Wilbur's van. Wilbur released his dragon's aura to envelop the entire van, and the front wheels of the race car seemed to slip as it began to

Wilbur sighed. "I told you Vicks killed himself, didn't I? Do you believe me now?" He got back into his van, driving across the border of Moda and Kosanto, finally returning to Diseya. Back in his hotel room, Wilbur entered his demiplane. The encounter with Devon and the others on the way here had caused two and a half hours to tick by, and there was only half an hour left on the timer. Seeing as there was still a bit of time, Wilbur put all the items he had gotten from the auction into the Dragon's Altar one by one. His grace points increased as the pale flames shot up, and he got a total of four thousand grace points. "Four thousand?" Wilbur gasped. "That means I'm still a thousand grace points away. Does that mean I'm going to have to give up on the Dragon's Breath?" The thought disappointed Wilbur immensely, and he stumbled backward. He found himself tripping over a huge rock and turned to see the last ore he bid sitting there silently. Wilbur lit up at once. "Oh man,

Wilbur's chest heaved as he said, "There's a huge formation here that only cultivators can see. It's only a threat to us." Arsi had heard of cultivators before, but he had never really encountered one and thus did not really understand what the cultivator's circle was like. Wilbur's appearance was how Arsi even got to know about formations at all. "But shouldn't formations affect everyone?" Arsi asked. "I've read many stories about cultivators before, and they're supposed to restrict a certain area from everyone regardless of whether they're a cultivator or not." "No. That isn't the case this time." Wilbur shook his head. "This isn't any ordinary formation. I don't think you'll understand. Just let me observe it and think of a solution." Senior Fremont had laid down the two formations here, and he was a cultivator from an upper dimension. It would be hard for Wilbur to explain this to Arsi, and he turned to walk around the formation while observing it. Both formations, upon

What could the leading force be, then? Wilbur stopped abruptly after walking around the formations twice and activated his Iris Veritas. Amidst his excitement and nerves, he had completely forgotten about the Iris Veritas, and that he could use it to look under the formation. Through the Iris Veritas, Wilbur saw a stream of water deep underground flowing back and forth. A smaller stream connected to it would lead to the formation—the pale blue one, as Wilbur observed. Despite the two formations being so closely interlocked with each other, the golden formation did nothing to block the water at all, which meant that the pale blue formation was the one controlling the water level underground. That would mean that the golden formation was connected to the hidden space where the dragon cauldron fragment was located. Now that Wilbur had this information, he knew that the pale blue formation gave the people of Diseya a water source, and thus it was not to be touched. However, it wa