At the center of the altar, the light from a candle's flame wick took the form of a young, vibrant witch.
"Honored Stigmata Wizards, how may I assist you?"
Her curved eyes resembled twin crescents as the Flame Lamp Witch asked with a gentle, kindly expression that naturally inspired goodwill. She seemed to be the soul template of all intelligent mechanical puppets.
"Retrieve the mission rewards listed on the scroll."
The Mountain Barbarian Strongman tossed over the mission scroll with a sweep of his massive hand. As red, yellow, and blue strands of light converged throughout the hall, the Flame Lamp Witch's rigid face lifted again a moment later, revealing a smile.
"The authenticity of the mission scroll has been confirmed. There are seven thousand five hundred grams of Philosopher's Stone in total, one thousand five hundred grams per person. Do you confirm immediate collection?"
"Confirmed."
A ripple of illusory spacetime spread out. Green's tri-colored light eyes showed a flicker of surprise. It was actually an application of the illusory spacetime within the Dimension Gap. As expected, the highest levels of knowledge in the Wizard World involved the Dimension Gap.
With a flash of spatial fluctuations, Little Eight appeared as well.
"Damn it, that old bastard actually left the method for using the Dimension Gap in the Book of the Holy Tower. Otherwise, how could people have discussed how that old fellow possessed the ability to communicate with the Dimension Gap? Saying Baye bore the mission of the Wizard World's rise, fall, survival, and destruction—nothing but birdshit!"
Little Eight's appearance made everyone turn to look, especially after those "presumptuous" words. The other three did not react much, but the All-Color Simulation Mechanical Stigmata Wizard gave a cold snort.
"What are you, to speak so disrespectfully of the great First-Ring True