"These are all ours?" Arthur asked in disbelief, looking at the various fixed asset certificates on the table.
When Storm Claw was destroyed, he didn't get any of those fixed assets; they were all confiscated by the Steam Church.
"That's right. Given the special circumstances, we at Demon Eye have reserved 30% of our fixed assets for you," Tuoyida replied expressionlessly.
The Imp puppet beside him seemed to be deep in thought, and soon figured out the reason.
This is the Demon Eye appeasing its forces and, incidentally, conveying a meaning that is best left unsaid.
The Demon Eye will not avenge Silver Light.
The 30% fixed assets represent indirect compensation.
After all, Silver Light wiped out right under the nose of the Demon Eye this time, and its high-ranking members were almost all killed. If they don't show their stance, who would dare to work under the Demon Eye?
I'm afraid these leeks have all sprouted from the ground on their own and taken root in the territory of the Steam Church.
Even evil forces must abide by the rules.
In some ways, the internal rules of the dark forces are even stricter, as can be seen from the gangs on Blue Star.
After leaving behind the fixed asset documentation, Tuoyida got up and left, leaving Arthur and the Imp puppet looking at each other in bewilderment.
In the end, the two had no choice but to "lick the bag clean with tears in their eyes" and divide up all the assets in front of them.
With a large sum of money in his account, Arthur beamed with joy, and most of the worries that had been weighing on his mind vanished.
Possessed by something unclean? Impossible! I, Arthur, am clearly blessed by Goddess of Luck!
Gustavo weighed the documents in his hand, in a good mood, and planned to go to the Victoria Tavern later to sell them all.
He has no use for fixed assets; tangible resources are what Gustavo truly desires.
"What are you planning to do next? Stay in Silver Light, or find another job?" Gustavo asked casually.
Arthur thought for a moment, then smiled wryly, "I won't stay in Silver Light, and I don't plan to find another home for the time being. After selling these assets, I can cultivate in peace for a long time."
There was something Arthur didn't tell Gustavo: after his forces were wiped out twice in a row, he was genuinely a bit confused.
Luck is just luck; it's elusive and not a real force, so it's ultimately not as reassuring as it seems.
Upon hearing Arthur's words, the Imp puppet raised an eyebrow and nodded, basically guessing Arthur's plan. He thought to himself, "Looks like I won't be running into this lucky guy again."
"We've been colleagues for a while now, how about we get together before we part ways?" Arthur suggested.
"Sure, no problem," the Imp puppet readily agreed.
So they brought in a large amount of fine wine and food, and drank in the council hall, also inviting many mid-level members of the Silver Light.
The Arthur people were quite nice, and he planned to share some resources with them. Gustavo, however, had no intention of allocating any resources; he didn't want to engage in any crocodile tears or feigned compassion.
He's the one who destroyed the Silver Light, and now he's pretending to share resources? Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.
Even a villain should be pure; he can't be half-hearted.
We're the evil forces, so what?
Nightfall fell, dark clouds gathered, a fierce wind howled, and a torrential downpour ensued.
With a deafening roar, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a blinding white light ripped through the sky like a sword beam splitting the heavens and earth.
A golden figure swept in, then lurked in the shadows, sneaking into the Jilong Highlands. This golden figure was none other than the Golden-Scaled Beast, Wotu.
The settlement was an extremely loosely organized group, making it impossible for them to guard against the deliberate infiltration of a Legendary being.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the settlement, the Legendary dark Mage Foluoduo, along with his disciple Wight, infiltrated the Jilong Highlands.
"Well? Have you sensed the exact location of the Dragon-Hunting Spider?" Foluoduo asked, looking down at Wight, who was being held in his hand with a metal chain full of negative energy on his forehead.
This metal chain is the Legendary piece of equipment that Frodo spoke of, capable of enhancing Wight's perception a hundredfold.
However, judging from Wight's extremely painful expression, this equipment will likely have significant side effects.
"Right... right... there!" Wight gritted his teeth, his right hand trembling as he raised it, pointing to a certain direction in the west.
Foluoduo's eyes lit up, and he nodded slightly, lowering his head to reassure her, "Just hang in there a little longer. Once we catch this Dragon-Hunting Spider, we can take off the ' Endless Necklace '."
Wight gave a muffled "hmm".
The master and apprentice vanished in a flash, enveloped in dark energy, stealthily making their way towards the Silver Light's stronghold.
When they were about 300 meters from the base, Frodo's expression suddenly changed drastically. His Legendary domain sensed an unusually powerful life force fluctuation.
"Legendary!" Foluoduo's expression turned grave, his heart skipping a beat. "Could it be that this Dragon-Hunting Spider is being protected by someone? By its parents? Or perhaps..."
With many thoughts racing through his mind, Frodo was somewhat undecided.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the Golden-Scaled Beast Wotu also sensed Frodo's Legendary domain.
"Good, I knew it. How could a mere Tier Seven warrior wipe out two of our branch strongholds in succession? Someone must have been behind it."
It seems that this Legendary is the person behind it all.
"How dare you lay a hand on me, Ashes! You have some nerve!"
Enraged, the Golden-Scaled Beast, Wotu, spat out sparks from its nostrils. Its wings suddenly unfurled, and its streamlined body, several meters long, resembled a fighter jet at full power, creating sonic booms as it charged toward Frodo with tremendous force.
Judging from this, Wotu doesn't seem to care about the existence of the Demon Eye at all.
A Legendary Golden-Scaled Beast unleashed its full power, filling the Sanctuary, causing elements to boil, and Magical Energy to surge like a tide.
The dark clouds overhead and the torrential rain falling from the sky were all dispersed by this magnificent momentum.
"What?" Frodo's eyes widened. He hadn't expected the other party to attack so directly, without even a warning.
I didn't do anything, can't I even pass by?