Dedication

Seeing the change in Lord Moonbear’s expression, Richard continued lightly, “I heard Blackwing was almost a saint. I’m not long from levelling up myself, becoming a level 12 great mage. Tell me, Lord Moonbear, do you think I could kill one or two saints after that?”

The man huffed heavily, his expression ugly, but he didn’t say anything. It wasn’t much to offend a level 12 mage, but to anger one that wasn’t yet twenty was not smart.

Looking at his taciturn behaviour, Richard didn’t bother with him anymore. He waved Flowsand over; whether these bones could serve as an offering still depended on her. Flowsand cautiously checked the skeletal remains, even...