Bab 422: War of the Dark Destroyer Kingdom XII

"If I'm not mistaken, we're at what used to be known as an Acraepoid's commercial building."

The wounded Level-2 sorcerer opened up his sorcerer's robe and heedlessly pasted grey medicine cream on the huge patch of purple boil that was on his stomach. The grey medicinal cream was negating the effects of the dark purple aura as it became entangled.

The sorcerer drew in a cold breath with a huff. He dropped his sorcerer's robe and stored the medicinal cream away like it was some kind of treasure.

"Caw? Does it mean… we're rich!?"

Little Myna shrieked out in excitement. It seemed like it could not wait to plunder all of the treasures in this place. Beneath the Mask of Truth, Grimm too appeared to be joyful.

The resources needed to set up an experiment to observe the destructive energies was like a bottomless pit. One of the reasons Grimm came to this world was to pillage their wealth to support his future experiments.

"Hahahaha…"