Rumble!
The world beyond the round window shook, as though the Golden Eyeball drifting gently inside the Hexagonal Tower were the pillar holding everything up.
"Of course, the strong should also have the composure befitting their strength," Barry Danton said teasingly, sweeping his gaze over everyone present.
The tiny golden heart in Barry's palm gave off a faint golden glow, soft and beautiful. It began to sink slowly, disappearing into his hand bit by bit until it was completely gone.
Ruger watched the tiny golden heart.
Was this heart the reason Barry said he could sense that their oddities were genuine rather than unfinished products? Or was it because Barry himself had already merged with the Mushroom Kingdom and was no longer purely human?
Although the thing appeared to sink into Barry Danton's palm, there was no telling where it actually went. It could burrow all the way up his arm, move into his stomach, or travel straight along the chair and dining table to some central region of the Mushroom Kingdom. Even the Barry Danton sitting here might not be the real man.
He looked at the Wizards fighting over it outside.
Who could have imagined that Lucky Barry, who had spent years embroiled in the struggle on this island, risking his life, would choose to give up when faced with his ultimate goal and sit here sipping foul-tasting Mushroom Tea?
Ruger felt that this reward must only have appeared recently. Otherwise, this endless struggle would have continued, and Lucky
Barry would have become Tenacious Barry to squeeze out more benefits. Perhaps Barry had been probing the figure behind the scenes all along, just like that Elder Bearer, even putting himself in danger for it, but had never made any progress.
Then why had the hidden guide recently intervened