When Magain Elliot returned with surprises in resources, another surprise followed.
"Have those people agreed? Will they really sell resources to us?"
Mag looked at the resources delivered before him.
It was more ample than what Elliot brought back, and the price was ten times cheaper.
"Hehe, how laughable these greedy people are."
Mag had never expected that world to be so interesting, suspected official forces were setting up platforms to sell material resources, while the guardians were smuggling like thieves.
When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam bends.
"Let them taste some sweetness, eventually everything in that world will be ours!"
Such disunity, a Material Plane full of holes, if he didn't take it back, Mag felt he would regret it for life.
"How do we contact them?"
"You need to send the Black Holy Son to maintain contact with them."
On another side.
At Sky Star Magic School, the undead gathered together.
