The Third Long Journey, and the Wedding Could Only Be Postponed

"Since you've come to see me, I assume you've brought what I asked for?"

"Of course." Without another word, Aaron took out a pure black gemstone. "How about this?"

"Young Master, this..."

"Shut up." Aaron shot Jeans a vicious glare, then introduced it with a smile. "One of the three Deathly Hallows—the legendary Resurrection Stone."

Argus's eye twitched. "You actually have the nerve to show me this piece of junk?"

"J-Junk?" Aaron's face stiffened. "This is a Deathly Hallow!"

"I know, but it's only a little trinket Death made on a whim." Argus explained, "What I need is a powerful source of magical energy. Other than letting people see the dead and offering a little emotional comfort, this thing is useless.

"And the people it shows may not even be true spirits of the dead. At most, they're products of longing. Worse still, it lures its user toward death."

"It's that bad?"

"It's exactly that bad." Argus did not spare him any dignity. "I wouldn't take this broken thing even if you gave it to me for free, yet you want it set into my masterpiece? Are you sure you're not here to mock me?"

"How could I?" Aaron laughed awkwardly, then reluctantly took out the Black Magnetite. "What about this?"

"Hm?" Argus's eyes immediately lit up, and he snatched the Dark Spirit Stone from Aaron's hand.

After examining it carefully, he smiled in satisfaction. "Where did you get this?"

"Don't worry about that. Just tell me whether it'll work."

"It'll work exceptionally well. Its energy output exceeds my expectations, and it can even absorb the dark energy in the surrounding space on its own.

"Most importantly, its appearance is perfect. It's the best possible match for this sword."

"Heh! Didn't you say I was shallow before?"

"You prioritize appearance,