Thirty years later.
The extraction of Sands of Time was far more complicated than that of many other resources. On average, each mechanical puppet could only luckily collect one or two grains a day.
Every month, Woldeman of the Vine Shackles would deliver the extracted Sands of Time to Waterflame Mountain once.
Of course, each time she secretly kept a small portion for herself. Her endless greed had clearly cast Green's old warning aside.
"So beautiful..."
Sands of Time slipped through her fingers and fell into a high-grade sealing vessel. Woldeman parted her red lips slightly, letting out a soft moan. She was utterly intoxicated, her gaze unfocused.
Whether it was a Level Two wizard advancing to a Level Three great wizard, or a Level Three great wizard advancing to a Stigmata Wizard, Sands of Time could provide exceptional assistance in the advancement process. Objects of time were treasures beyond the imagination of low-level wizards. Even the Holy Tower rankings' rewards every hundred years were objects of time, which showed just how astonishingly valuable they were.
They were still rather precious resources even to Stigmata Wizards. For low-level wizards, if Woldeman stole merely one or two percent of the Sands of Time she submitted each time, then traded the amount accumulated over thirty years back in the Wizard World...
"Unable to restrain her endless greed and possessiveness, she could not even serve as a trusted wizard acting as a responsible assistant!"
At the bottom of the Boiling Sea, amid countless mechanical puppets mining Sands of Time from shattered hard rocks, one utterly ordinary-looking mechanical puppet suddenly turned and glanced at the distant female wizard as it excavated the stone.
This was a wisp of Green's soul fire concealed within the mechanical puppet.
"Forget it. Since that is the case, I