After giving the materials on the Mysterious Healing Art a thorough read, Dafflin went to see the Wanderer again.
The man was living in a towering castle, putting on every bit of an aristocratic lord's airs. If Dafflin had not become an Otherworldly User and gained such a good memory, he truly would not have recognized him as the Wanderer he had once followed.
The Wanderer warmly welcomed him and gave him a firsthand demonstration of the extravagance enjoyed by an Otherworldly monopolist.
Three thousand exquisite beauties, each far more beautiful than his girlfriend Anty, formed a grand welcoming procession.
Every one of them was flawless. Outside, they would absolutely have qualified as goddess-level beauties, the kind capable of making countless people turn their heads.
At dinner, twelve even more outstanding beauties surrounded him and helped him eat.
As for the food, the restaurant decor, the furniture, and the household items... not a single one was anything less than lavish, practically the ultimate indulgence available in the human world.
Ancient paintings that could only be seen in history textbooks adorned the walls. Some were even used as tablecloths, allowing guests to admire them while they ate...
Dafflin ate with extreme caution, covering the paintings with napkins for fear of staining those priceless masterpieces.
The Wanderer merely laughed. "Don't worry. If they get dirty, just have them paint another one."
"What? But those painters are already dead. Oh, right, you mean having their ghosts paint another one..." Dafflin said in sudden realization.
"More or less. There are several painters I like most, so I had people turn them into mummies and perfectly preserve their painting skills from when they were alive. Besides, people could never understand their paintings to begin with. Their postmortem style just adds another layer of strange atmosphere."