"Everyone, High Priest Fooksen was merely anxious about news concerning our race's divine artifact, which is why he spoke that way!" High Priest Horace stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said this.
He had now realized that Master Bennett's status far exceeded what they had imagined before coming. They could hardly be blamed, since their constitutions meant they rarely paid attention to news related to potions. Thus, they had no idea of Master Bennett's current position on the Central Continent.
To be honest, even if it had been any one of the other three Potion Masters, no organization would have offended Mad Heart Hill to stand up for Abel.
High Priest Fooksen was just about to speak when High Priest Horace gave him a gentle tug, stopping him from saying anything more.
"Master Bennett, we came this time only to see your Contract Beast, the Behemoth. Whether or not it was summoned by a divine artifact, we are willing to offer you one hundred intermediate 'Light Stones' as compensation!" High Priest Horace bowed to Abel as he spoke.
"High Priest Horace, I already made myself clear. If you want to see it, then prepare to fight my Behemoth!" Abel said in a deep voice.
He did not care about one hundred intermediate "Light Stones." After all, once that many intermediate "Light Stones" were combined into advanced "Light Stones," they would only support thirty days of his cultivation—or merely three days on the Central Continent.
"Master Bennett, I'll offer another one hundred intermediate 'Light Stones.' Two hundred intermediate 'Light Stones' in exchange for seeing the Behemoth once, and as you said, High Priest Fooksen will fight your Contracted item!" Seeing Abel's expression, High Priest Horace realized that if Abel became dissatisfied, then even going to the arena would first offend the guests