Lynn continued onward, browsing the remaining stalls and buying several more Holy Light-related materials.
Holy Light was much cheaper here than at the academy, so he bought first and worried about the rest later.
He did not encounter any more stall owners trying to cheat him. Perhaps they had seen the badge on his chest and behaved themselves.
After making the rounds, Lynn bought another two Six-Winged Angel corpses, thirteen Four-Winged Angel corpses, and eighteen scattered Angel souls.
The prices were lower than at the supplies department, but the quality varied. Some corpses had been poorly preserved, with missing feathers from their wings and cracks in their armor.
Lynn was not picky. As long as they were usable, he wanted them.
By the time night fell, Lynn returned to the encampment.
The camp stood on an open stretch behind the city wall, filled with a vast number of makeshift tents. Lynn chose an empty tent and entered.
The tent was not large enough for much beyond a bed and a table, but it was sufficient. It was only a temporary place to stay.
Lynn drew the tent flap shut and took all the Angel corpses and souls from his ring, piling them outside the tent.
Ten Six-Winged Angel corpses.
Fifty-nine Four-Winged Angel corpses.
Ten Six-Winged Angel souls.
Fifty-nine Four-Winged Angel souls.
The corpses were piled into a small mountain, while soul bottles covered the ground.
Sitting inside the tent, Lynn looked at the corpses and souls and began calculating.
The ten Six-Winged Angels went without saying. They could be refined into ten Fallen Angels.
As for the fifty-nine Four-Winged Angels, should he refine them into Radiant Fallen or Withered Bone Angels?
To be honest, he was not satisfied with either.
Radiant Fallen were far stronger than Withered Bone Angels, better-looking,