Upon learning that there was no history between them, Yosef secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He said courteously, “Feel free to do so, Mr. Loulland. But just so you know, he'd robbed Pascal of several magical items, so I...”
“Bah! Those are just a bunch of scraps. Go ahead and take them. The body is all I need!” Archer waved his hand leisurely at that.
To Luminous Sect, no magical items in the world would be worth a straw in the presence of Jared's corpse.
“Thank you, Mr. Loulland! Thank you so much!” Yosef kept on expressing his gratitude.
Sherman, on the flip side, appeared rather upset. Those two snobs are only about my age, but they talk with their noses in the air. The nerve of them to call our magical items scraps!
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