Elliot was very satisfied.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt he was a genius.
Flora, a Supernatural practitioner of considerable strength-what did she truly desire?
Without a doubt, power!
Gold pounds represented worldly resources. Having lived two lives, Elliot knew full well the magic of money.
Giving her a few Gold Pounds every so often certainly couldn't go wrong.
But thinking only that far was merely a mortal's way of thinking.
Flora was a Supernatural practitioner, after all. Worldly money was useful, certainly, but it might not strike at the depths of her heart.
What could truly move her had to be-a Supernatural item!
The Supernatural represented power and strength. No Supernatural practitioner could resist the temptation of power.
At least, Elliot couldn't.
Unfortunately, his Supernatural resources were limited. He had only that one [Flora's Breath].
To be honest, Elliot did feel a pang at parting with it. This was the only Supernatural item he possessed.
But how could someone who aspired to great things quibble over every little expense? Looking back at Xiang Yu, it was precisely his stinginess with rewards that had cost him popular support during the Chu-Han Contention, leaving him to slit his own throat at the Wu River.
How could he, Elliott Sterling, repeat that mistake?
To win people's loyalty, especially that of a crucial fighting force like Flora, he had to be willing to stake heavily! This time, he really had spared no expense.
"It's just that she might not be able to use the card directly. That's fine, too. When the time comes, I'll operate the Difference Engine and turn the card directly into Supernatural power she can use!"
Elliot snorted inwardly. He had already imagined the scene: her crying out in shock upon seeing the card, unable to