"Wallet Bro, give me a hand here. You're the ancestor of all thieves, after all."
After saying that, he reached into his pocket again.
Maybe his words had worked. Cyrin suddenly felt as if inspiration had struck him. It seemed that as long as something was within sight, he could take it.
He promptly fixed his gaze on the tentacles that were about to retract into the Spirit World. The next second, his hand grew heavy, and he pulled a gorgeous silver-bright pistol inlaid with gemstones from his pocket.
At the same time, the rat-headed octopus, having retracted all its tentacles into the Spirit World, stared at its empty limbs in confusion. It clearly remembered snatching the item.
After several seconds of silence, it once again looked toward the physical world beyond the Spirit World, toward the place where it had returned moments ago.
Apart from the pitch-black surroundings, it saw nothing and couldn't sense the aura of that Mystical Item.
After hesitating for a moment, it turned and left.
It had already fulfilled its agreement, after all. The loss of the Mystical Item hadn't been its fault, so it hadn't broken its promise. There was no need to enter the physical world again and snatch something else.
It could sense that powerful Beyonders were nearby. Coming and going through the Spirit World too often would likely get it hunted down.
In the empty warehouse, Cyrin felt the gaze from the Spirit World disappear and breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and dispelled the "Black Curtain" covering the area.
He glanced back at the Demoness, whose collar was hanging wide open, then awkwardly looked away.
He hadn't expected this Demoness to follow him into the warehouse, let alone help him. Her Dark Magic combined with his