"Master Osteni." A man headed by him sat in front of Osteni with a humble attitude. He placed a check in front of Osteni. On the check was the logo of Weikai Maritime Bank.
Weikai Maritime Bank is authorized and notarized by the Magic Association. It is one of the largest banks in Europe. There is no need to question its authority. Being able to present such a check is naturally proof of its huge financial resources. The check exchanged in the bank is not money.
, but a kind of source stone. The source stone has many uses. It is often used to provide energy for the operation of the magic furnace.
The remuneration promised by this man could fully sustain the operation of a medium-sized workshop for ten years, but for Osteni, this was not worth his attention.
In response, the man smiled and took out another thing.
"This is an ancient remains mined from the abyss, of course it's just a small piece."
Suddenly, Osteni leaned forward, grabbed the skeleton, put it in his hand and observed it carefully. The young man was not angry at Osteni's obviously rude action.
He said: "This is a gift prepared by the Abyss Collector Mr. Katelov for Master Osteni. The Leviathan-level abyssal skeleton is..."
The young man wanted to continue explaining, but Osteni snatched the words away, "They are ancient remains. The body length is at least 600 meters. Remains that can only be mined below the seventh level of the abyss. How can you see them at once?"
Ostany's expression was as if he had seen a priceless treasure, no, it was a priceless treasure!
"How many?" Ostany asked.
"Huh?" the young man said in confusion.
"I'm asking how many ancient remains you have?" Osteni said excitedly.
"Please calm down first, Master Osteni."
Ostany took a few deep breaths and looked at the young man with enthusiasm in his eyes.
"I believe the master also knows that it is often difficult to transport such Leviathan-level abyssal skeletons. The skeletons cannot adapt to the shallow environment of the abyss, and they often disappear the moment they rise. This is the only one that has been preserved.
Small pieces.”
"That's because you don't know how to save it at all." Ostany snorted coldly.
Otherwise, only such a small piece of Leviathan-level abyssal bones would remain, which would be a waste of resources.
However, even such a small piece is a treasure that can be found but cannot be found. With this piece of abyssal bones, there is a chance to make fourth-level, no, even fifth-level inlaid runes.
"What do you want from me?" Ostany could say this, and he was undoubtedly ready to agree to the sale.
Seeing Ostany's promise, the young man also smiled heartily and said: "A collection from the Abyss collector Mr. Ketlov, in a white sealed box."
"Inlaid thirty-two kinds of runes on it."
"Thirty-two types? What does Ketlov want to do by inlaying so many runes on a broken box?" Out of curiosity and speechlessness, Osteni asked casually.
"It's just raising birds."
Ostany sneered, "Raising birds? Maybe that bird is called Leviathan."
In short, he would not understand the way of thinking of these weird abyss collectors.
Osteni accepted the Leviathan-level abyssal skeleton. He didn't care what the other party wanted to keep in the white box. He only needed to inlay thirty-two types of runes on the box.
"So, where is the box?" Ostany asked.
"Currently, at the Abyss Exhibition, Mr. Ketloff has rented out this Abyss collection. After the Abyss Exhibition is over, it will be delivered to the master. I hope the master will not mind this waiting time."
"It doesn't matter, I just have other things to do." Osteni doesn't care about this little time. He just came to London to help the Chamber of Commerce with something, making a fourth-level inlaid rune. The type is not limited, and the materials are from
The Chamber of Commerce provided it. As for the remuneration, he was not worried. The Chamber of Commerce had never treated him badly.
Looking at the time, I figured the vampire had almost arrived in London, so it was time to meet him.
...
"Oh my God, you're not dead yet!?"
The corners of Esther's mouth twitched violently.
London is a big place with a mixture of good and bad. There are many magic workshops in London. These workshops are in the eyes of the world, but they cannot be distinguished. The workshops are often placed in mirrored spaces, or they are driven by people who will never visit them.
Alley, now, Esther brought Lilina to a store in Qoren Alley.
There was nothing on display in the store, but there was a boss sitting alone in the store, wearing dirty gentleman's clothes and looking unkempt, and it was he who swore at Esther when he walked in.
"Let me introduce you to the Dream Demon. He feeds on people's dreams and is good at erasing and fabricating memories. It was from him that I learned how to fabricate memories." Esther introduced to Lilina.
Obviously, this dream demon knew Esther. After Esder introduced her, Lilina quickly said: "Well, hello!"
"Just call me Dream." The Dream Demon waved his hand carelessly, and then said like a chatterbox: "Actually, I hate the word "Magic" for the Dream Demon. After all, we have never had anything to do with demons. In fact, in many cases
In fairy tales, we make up dreams for people, so we should be called dream fairies. I mentioned these things to the people in the association and asked them to change the demons into fairies, but you know, the guys in the association are all a bunch of old die-hards.
, there is no flexibility at all, and only those perverts are stupid. And I recently heard that Nightmare was discovered. Oh, don’t get me wrong, we have no blood relationship with Nightmare. At best, we just have similar abilities. There is no such thing.
Only rational things should be called nightmares, but nightmares are rarely found these days. I really don’t know where they were dug up.”
"Okay, shut up." Finally, Esther couldn't help but interrupt the dream. If he was allowed to continue talking like this, he could chat with them all day long.
"Don't be so heartless, Esther. We are old friends after all. We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. I heard that you were sealed by the church in a remote place. I originally wanted to go find you, but I really don't know.
Where is that place? You have to know that I can't help it. I have to say that the church's intelligence blockade is still very powerful. Even I don't have a chance to find out. But it seems that you have been doing well recently. Even your female companion...
Well, why does this little girl smell of your blood...wait a minute, she can’t be!"
"Yes, she is my dependent." Esther said.
It seemed that Meng was frightened by Est's words, and the expression on his face was uncertain, and finally turned into helplessness: "Okay, Est, I can't give you anything to mind, it's just that you have accepted a new dependent,
Who else knows?"
"Including you, no more than three."
The crow is motionless and still has dreams. As for Christina Esther, she is not counted as her. She is at least half of it.
"Asted, no one told you that you are not suitable for taking a family member?"
"It seems that you know what happened back then." Esther's voice became slightly colder.
Meng had a long mouth, and finally sighed, "I only found out after everything was over. The Blood King is dead, completely dead. The sacrifice in the war was too great."
"Really..." Esther didn't seem surprised by the news.
Externally, the Blood King simply disappeared.
"The Blood King's blood has been eaten by the clans. Today's internal fighting among the Blood Clan seems to be meaningless internal strife. In fact, all the major clans are desperately trying to collect the blood of the Blood King." Meng glanced at Esther.
The little girl next to me said, "They want to become the new blood king."