Tyrannosaurus Wizard Kent crawled up from the ground. The gratitude he had just begun to feel was instantly scattered by Locke's words.
Kent pulled a thousand Magic Crystal Cards from the Astral Ring, feeling the pain of it. They were all his savings.
Moreover, he had reserved a special Breeding device from Root Crown Court for next month. It seemed he would have to take out a loan from Wizard Bank to pay for it when the time came.
Wizard Kent said, "You really are something... These are one thousand Magic Crystal Cards, not one missing. Though this was a transaction, I still owe you a favor."
His body was gradually becoming translucent.
Bitter Wood was refusing him.
Tyrannosaurus Wizard Kent said to Purple Witch Bella, "Thank you as well. I'll give you suitable compensation in the future. I, Kent, have never owed anyone anything."
"Bella, you look like you're in terrible shape."
Purple Witch Bella said, "When I was born, a Potion Master said I wouldn't live past sixteen. Yet here I am, a Star-Ring Witch. You don't need to worry about me."
Wizard Kent curled the corners of his mouth, then swept a cold gaze over Patrick and Grandet Wizard.
But he said nothing.
Everyone was an adult, after all. Even though they were all members of the same club, the club was merely a private social circle. It was normal that they hadn't stepped in to save him.
There was nothing to resent.
But a rift had already appeared.
Locke Augustine, an outsider, had still stepped in to save him, even if it had been for money. Yet these two club directors had simply let him be sucked into the Spiritual Breath Black Hole.
Wizard Patrick smiled and said, "I knew Bella would save you."
Grandet Wizard