"Master Pulitzer, can you… can you still hold on?"
Eureka walked up with a helpless smile and asked in a low voice.
"What else can I do if I can't? That damn spellbeast is just too damn infuriating when it talks!
No, I can't stay here any longer—I need to go rest. If you need alchemy, find me later."
With that, Pulitzer turned and left in a hurry.
He was afraid that if he stayed near Ironback Centipede a second longer, he'd die of sheer rage!
Kris's Residence
"I've already told Iron Cub and Eureka to bring some spellbeast meat. Let's have a BBQ today!
Everyone lend a hand—help skewer the meat. Iron Cub will do the grilling!"
Velen turned to Arthur, Eureka, and Clinton with a bright smile.
Clatter!
As he spoke, Velen began pulling out fist-sized Soul Crystal shards from his system space one after another.
Gasp!
Arthur sucked in a sharp breath the moment he saw Velen pull out nothing but massive Soul Crystal chunks.
An ominous feeling welled up in his chest.
