Selling

"Seventeen million three hundred thousand?"

Aier was delighted.

The price was considerably higher than he had estimated.

But when he thought about it, it made sense.

Bauhinia Castle belonged to the Overgod Zijing's faction and represented the Overgod's prestige.

It hadn't been established to make a profit.

So Bauhinia Castle wouldn't drive down the price.

Besides, crafting a Soul Defense Artifact demanded exceptional mastery of the soul. There were only a handful of experts across all of Hell who could make one.

Bauhinia Castle could find such an expert only because it had the Overgod's backing.

Even so, its Soul Defense Artifacts were in short supply.

Usually, only one Soul Defense Overgod Artifact appeared every ten million years or so.

Not only were there few experts capable of crafting Soul Defense Artifacts, but the materials needed to make them were also extremely rare.

If he could acquire this Blood-Red Source Crystal, his standing in Bauhinia Castle would likely improve considerably.

The employee from Bauhinia Castle smiled even more warmly and asked Aier, "Sir, are you sure you want to sell it?"

"Aier, you've got some nerve, stealing the tribe's treasure!"

Just as Aier was about to agree, an angry voice sounded behind him.

Aier turned around and saw a man whose face was twisted with rage, though his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

The man was one of the five Low-Gods among Aier's group.

His name was Carlson!

Like the others who had become Low-Gods by refining a Godhead, they were at the very bottom of the Crimson Blood Tribe's ranks of divine-level experts.

Their greatest use in coming to Caeles City with Lord West was little more than to serve as "bait" or "disposable pawns."

It could be said that unless they obtained a Mid-God Godhead of the same affinity, they were nothing more than "pawns" the Crimson Blood Tribe could discard.

The only question was when they would be abandoned.

Over a million years, more than ten Low-Gods who had advanced by refining Godheads had dwindled to just five.

What about the rest?

They had all been "discarded"!

If everyone were treated the same way, Carlson might have accepted his fate calmly.

But Aier's arrival had made Carlson feel that everything had been turned upside down.

They had both become Low-Gods by refining Godheads. In fact, before refining his Godhead, Carlson had already reached the limit of the Saint Realm, while Aier had only been at its peak.

Yet the way they were treated made Carlson dislike Aier no matter how he looked at him.

He was a "pawn," while Aier was considered more important than Lord Morrison. Even Lord West had to rely on him.

Bauhinia Castle was full of people, and West hadn't placed any restrictions on Aier and the others. So when Aier left, West hadn't thought much of it.

As far as he was concerned, Aier had exchanged his Inkstones for a Godhead more than a hundred years ago. He'd probably left simply to broaden his horizons.

Only Carlson had followed Aier. Resentful of him, he had deliberately trailed behind.

When the people nearby heard Carlson's accusation, they all turned to look.

West also came over with Morrison, his expression grave.

If Aier really had stolen the Crimson Blood Tribe's treasure, then no matter how much West valued his abilities, he couldn't let him go.

He might not kill Aier, but he would at least have to use some rather brutal means to keep him under control.

After all, Aier's abilities were simply too useful!

"Oh? I stole the tribe's treasure?"

Seeing that West's attention had been drawn to him, Aier smiled.

"Lord West, what do you think?"

"Does the Crimson Blood Tribe even have a Blood-Red Source Crystal?"

"I imagine that if it does, it would only be in Lord Olga's or your Space Ring, Lord West."

"Or do you and Carlson both think I'm capable of stealing it from you or Lord Olga?"

"Hahahaha..."

At Shier's remark, the onlookers nearby burst out laughing.

In this world, power belonged to the individual. People didn't keep their treasures in vaults; they kept them in their Space Rings.

Unless the owner willingly relinquished ownership, no one else could open a Space Ring.

At most, they could destroy it outright.

But if they did, everything inside would be swept into the Spatial Turbulence and annihilated.

With luck, perhaps one or two out of every ten items might survive.

There was another way, too: kill the owner of the Space Ring outright, making sure not even a clone survived. Only then could someone claim the ring and obtain what was inside.

The aura around Aier marked him as no more than a Low-God.

West was a Mid-God, and he had an upper-level god demon bodyguard wearing a Demon Badge at his side.

As for the man named "Olga," his strength was surely greater than that of this upper-level god demon.

How could an ordinary Low-God steal a treasure from the Space Ring of a Mid-God, let alone an upper-level god?

West's expression darkened.

By now, he had also seen the Blood-Red Source Crystal in the Bauhinia Castle employee's hand.

Aier was right. The only place something like that could be kept was in his father's Space Ring.

He didn't consider himself worthy of carrying such a precious treasure.

He shot Carlson an unhappy glance.

If that idiot hadn't called it out here, West would have had plenty of ways to make Aier hand over everything once they returned to the tribe.

But this was the city, and they were inside Bauhinia Castle. He didn't dare make a move here.

Besides, everyone around them was watching like a tiger waiting to pounce!

"Aier, you're joking."

"As the Crimson Blood Tribe's young master, I haven't heard Father mention any stolen treasure."

"But, Aier, carrying such a precious treasure has already attracted plenty of covetous eyes."

"If you trust me, I can send word to Father. Once he arrives, I'll escort you back to the tribe."

"That won't be necessary, Lord West. There's no need to trouble you or Lord Olga."

Aier shook his head. "I've decided to settle in Caeles City from now on. I won't be returning to the tribe."

Then Aier turned to the Bauhinia Castle employee. "Sorry for the trouble. I've decided to sell it."

"By the way, I also need to buy a few things..."

West gritted his teeth as he watched Aier talk with the Bauhinia Castle employee, seething with resentment.

He still remembered how Aier had approached him earlier.

That guy had only ever seen him as a bodyguard!

Now that Aier had more than ten million Inkstones, he could easily buy a home and settle in Caeles City. It was far safer than the Crimson Blood Tribe.

Besides, if Aier wanted to grow stronger, more than ten million Inkstones would be enough to buy a Mid-God Godhead and an upper-level god Godhead.

That meant that if they met again a few thousand years from now, West might have to address Aier as "Lord"!

"Hmph!"

At the thought, West shot Carlson another sharp glance.

That look made Carlson tremble with fear.

He understood. He was as good as dead!