Ang stood at the villa's gate and glanced back, his eyes cold. Then he turned and walked back into the villa, waving to the two women. "Wait outside. I'm going to loot anything useful."
Quintina crossed her arms and leaned against a tree outside the villa, frowning. "You really never let an opportunity slip by..."
Aisha said nothing, merely watching Ang's back disappear into the depths of the villa.
Ang searched through the house, his sharp gaze sweeping over his surroundings. Any material carrying magical fluctuations was unceremoniously stuffed into his Magic Waist Pouch. As a Black Magic Society stronghold, it naturally lacked no rare materials, especially items used for necromancy, which were exceptionally valuable.
He first found several bottles of Magic Potion in a few rooms. Most were corrosive liquids the Black Magic Society used to sustain undead creatures. They were of little use to him, but could be studied or traded. Then he pushed open another door and found several bookshelves filled with magic scrolls. He selected a number of high-value scrolls, including several Space Magic formula scrolls, and stored them away along with manuscripts left behind by the Black Magic Society.
When Ang pushed open the iron door leading to the basement, a dense aura of magic rushed toward him.
He frowned slightly and cautiously descended the stone steps. His footsteps echoed hollowly across the cold floor. The basement was dimly lit, with several ghostly green magic crystals embedded in the walls, casting the entire space in an eerie light.
Several faintly glowing Soul Stones were neatly arranged on a long table.
A flicker of delight flashed through Ang's eyes when he saw them. Soul Stones were vital materials for crafting personal Enchanted Armaments. He had originally planned to search for them on the Guanda Plane, but