Space Gate Spell Spirit

Kaleidoscope Black Robe Town.

In the Fox Lantern Ice Room, the whiteboard used to record intelligence had not been taken down. Although the four great Inheritances had ended almost a week ago, information exchange was a basic need for artificers. In the past, Senro artificers had had that need constantly suppressed, and now that it had erupted, they naturally would not bottle it back up—just like how, once you got used to sleeping naked, underwear felt like a nuisance.

And don't forget, the Senro Wasteland was still in the midst of the war between the Qin Day Alliance and the Four Pillar Gods Church. Black Robe Town was also a traffic hub leading in every direction, and countless pieces of intelligence flowed into this town every moment. At the same time, the new situation in the Void Realm also made artificers urgently want to investigate and discuss things with others.

"Why are there fewer dishes again? And why did all the prices go up?" The pretty red-haired girl started complaining the moment she sat down.

"Because the steak seller raised his prices." The honey-peach-like female supervisor leaned lazily against the counter, the bulging fullness at her chest squashed flat by the tabletop. The buttons above it were like lone Death Warriors gritting their teeth, barely holding the clothes together, as if they would burst apart in the next second.

"I'm eating the Lala Fat Set Meal, not steak!"

"But I eat steak." The female supervisor shrugged. "If you don't like it, you can settle the bill in gold coins. The price has even gone down."

Ash was momentarily speechless. He turned to look at Igula. "About tonight's meal expenses..."

"The budget stays the same," Igula said calmly.

"It's not like I have to eat that much, but look, Harvey and