Leaving the Magical Beast Forest

Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, Wharton searched their bodies and found that each of them had a red spider-shaped tattoo on their arm.

"So they were from the Blood Spider Syndicate," Wharton murmured. It was an organization second only to the continent's three great assassin groups. After quickly gathering their belongings, he hurriedly left the battlefield. As for their bodies, they would probably become magical beasts' food within a few hours.

Half a month later, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy arrived with a dark golden little tiger. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Little Gold had withdrawn its wings into its body, making it look like an ordinary little tiger. After entering Crimson Flame City, Wharton headed straight toward O'Brien Warrior Academy.

At the gates of O'Brien Warrior Academy, Wharton looked at the academy he had not seen for so long. Though he had been gone for over six months, nothing seemed to have changed. After presenting his student identification, he led Little Gold toward his dormitory.

Outside Dormitory 2008, Wharton looked at the tightly shut door. He took out his key and opened it, but the room seemed as though no one had lived there for a long time. Wharton did not pay it much mind.

After taking a bath and getting some sleep, Kane and the others still had not returned.

"Could they have gone out training?" Wharton wondered. He left the dormitory and headed out of the academy.

He planned to sell off this haul first. That way, he could find a better house, and he would need a place of his own if he wanted to refine medicine.

With his backpack on his back, Wharton left the academy and arrived at the Dawson Chamber of Commerce's shop in O'Brien. He had just stepped inside.

"Sir, you're a student of O'Brien Warrior Academy, aren't you? Is there anything I can help you with?" As soon as Wharton entered, one of the attendants approached him warmly.

The attendant wore the shop's distinctive uniform and walked over with a smile on his face.

"I want to sell some Magic Crystal Cores. Can you make the decision?" Wharton asked the attendant.

"You wish to sell something? This way, please, sir."

The attendant's attitude did not change. He led Wharton into one of the rooms, then withdrew.

"Please wait here for a moment, sir. Our supervisor will be here shortly." With that, he left the room.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man walked in. One glance was enough to tell that he was an experienced businessman. He approached Wharton with a smile.

Wharton said nothing. With a rustle, he poured all the Magic Crystal Cores from his bag onto the table—there were four or five hundred of them.

A look of surprise flashed across the middle-aged man's face, but he quickly regained his composure. He had seen plenty of scenes like this. What surprised him was that the young man before him, who looked barely more than a child, possessed so many Magic Crystal Cores. And he was wearing the uniform of O'Brien Warrior Academy, so he had likely just returned from training.

"Xiao En, come count these," the middle-aged man called to the attendant outside.

The attendant from before came in as well. Before long, he had finished counting the Magic Crystal Cores.

"Sixty-eight Level Three Magic Crystal Cores, two hundred and thirty Level Four, two hundred Level Five, and ninety Level Six," the attendant reported, handing the figures to the middle-aged man. He then left the room, leaving only Wharton and the middle-aged man behind.

The middle-aged man held the tally and studied Wharton. Seeing no expression on Wharton's face, he thought even more highly of him.

"Hello, sir. You have sixty-eight Level Three Magic Crystal Cores, two hundred and thirty Level Four, two hundred Level Five, and ninety Level Six. Level Three and Four cores are not worth much, so we can offer five thousand gold coins for them altogether. For the two hundred Level Five cores, we can offer six hundred gold coins each. For the Level Six cores, we can offer one thousand gold coins each. That comes to a total of two hundred and fifteen thousand gold coins. What do you think?" the man said, breaking the silence first.

"Mm, that will do. Your price is fairly reasonable," Wharton replied.

"I have another Magic Crystal Core. Please take a look and tell me how much you can offer for it." As he spoke, Wharton reached into his bag and took a Level Eight Velociraptor's Magic Crystal Core from his spatial ring, handing it to the middle-aged man.

The moment the middle-aged man saw the Magic Crystal Core, he rose to his feet and stared at it. As the supervisor of the Dawson Chamber of Commerce's O'Brien branch, he was himself a Level Eight Warrior. Even if he faced a Level Eight Velociraptor, all he could do was run. How could he possibly obtain its Magic Crystal Core?