Brawling a Magical Beast

In Bernal's secret base, Dago strode in through the entrance and tossed a bulging cloth bag, seemingly filled with quite a few things, to the busy Bernal.

"Here. Cyclone Wasp honey sacs."

Bernal opened the cloth bag Dago had given him, and a rich fragrance immediately wafted out. The light spilling from the mouth of the bag cast a faint green glow over his face.

His eyes flickered slightly. He closed the bag and looked at Dago, apparently noticing the subtle change in him. "Looks like you've made your decision?"

Dago laughed heartily. "Damn right! We're taking down those bastards!"

Bernal answered blandly. He walked over to an alchemical vat, stared at it for a while, then said in a low voice, "There is enough Cyclone Wasp Honey. If my experiment goes smoothly, it should be within the next month or two."

One or two months. Dago's heart stirred, and he could not help feeling a little anticipation. But it was already late, so he bid the two of them farewell one by one.

Seven days later, in a dim, cramped little room within the Silver Tower.

Dago slowly opened his eyes. The deep blue light blooming in them was like a sudden flash of lightning, bringing a momentary brightness to the little room.

The current Gray Sun Meditation Method had become highly efficient at tempering mental power and removing Soul Sorrow.

Moreover, the mental power recovery effect inherent to the Gray Sun Meditation Method had risen from the initial level of constantly taking one Low-Grade Mental Potion to roughly the equivalent of constantly taking two or three Low-Grade Mental Potions.

As long as he did not excessively drain his mental power by repeatedly casting trump card spells, Dago felt he no longer had to worry about running out of