Sir Awen raised his head, the thumb-sized bottle floating in his hand, and shook his head.
"Buying intelligence directly from the Flesh God Cult is certainly a quick and convenient option in the Dark World, but it's too expensive. Once they learned we were lying in wait too, their prices kept multiplying. And to keep insiders from selling genuine information, their flesh patrols have been listing fake intelligence all over the Vision Realm. We've been burned before."
"So we still need to examine it carefully to see whether it's real."
It was fair to say.
Trading in the Vision Realm was utter chaos, its waters as filthy as a toilet.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and held the bottle, carefully studying the black powder inside. For some reason, it felt extremely familiar.
The next moment.
A panel for the powder appeared before Lynn's eyes.
[Cursed remnants of the Mother Tree of Desire] [Category]: ??? [Description]: An aggregate of diseased matter produced on the Mother Tree of Desire's body following the turmoil of her curse. Purpose unknown.
Lynn instantly narrowed his eyes.
"The Mother Tree's powder?"
Sir Awen glanced at him. "You recognize it?"
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and stared at the black powder. "How should I put it? This should be the material she shed after I cleared up the Mother Tree's diseased tissue. Do you remember, Sir Awen? Back in Curse City, I accidentally gained control of the Mother Tree of Desire. When the Flesh Dominator tried to seize her, her curse nearly backlashed against him."
Something immediately stirred in Sir Awen's mind.
"Yes, I remember now. But why would they collect this stuff?"
Lynn said nothing. His eyes flickered as he gazed at the aggregate of black powder in his hand.
Suddenly.
He asked, "Big Brother Awen,