Exchange

Hearing this, Dole bowed slightly. "Greetings, esteemed elders."

Gazes fell upon Dole one after another, making him bend even lower. His head began to ache. Under the scrutiny of these people, he felt as small and weak as an ant being watched by countless elephants. The feeling was terrifying.

He also knew this was an opportunity for him. He immediately raised his head and looked ahead.

The many wizards looked at Dole. One of them sat up straighter and seemed to ask casually, "Was it you who killed the Nightmare Patriarch's avatar? Was the spatial technique you used from another world?"

Dole frowned. Why was he asking that? Without thinking too much about it, he nodded. "Yes. But some of the spatial magic patterns were unsuitable for this world, so I modified part of them."

The wizards were stirred. He could modify runes? Was that real? Magic patterns were not something that could be altered at will. It required an extremely profound understanding of them.

At this moment, that wizard leaned slightly forward and asked Dole, "If we asked you to hand over this knowledge in exchange for resources sufficient to cultivate to Level Eight, would you be willing?"

Dole blinked. Resources enough for him to cultivate to Level Eight—that was truly extravagant.

Why was the Glory Wizard Alliance asking him for this? Wasn't spatial technology the Glory Wizard Alliance's greatest strength? But it seemed their greatest specialty was spatial teleportation, rather than creating an independent space. There was an angle here!

After thinking it over, he boldly said, "Patriarch, could we change the terms? Use the Glory Wizard Alliance's spatial technology to exchange for mine. What I specialize in is spatial severance, while the Wizard Alliance seems to specialize in spatial teleportation."

That patriarch fell silent and instead looked