After Lexar left, Warren told Jiro to quickly go to the blind mountain and empty the nests and burrows.Jiro was planning to do that anyway, so he hurried on this mission.Enron took the martial art books and went to meet Elder Shawn at the library.Shawn was overjoyed to see the two books ‘Roseclaw Arts’ and ‘Rose Oil.’Roseclaw Arts was a master realm book, so not even copies of it were given to its own clan members. They were only taught by their superiors, or they could learn from their library.“Benny would have loved to see this,” Shawn said.Benny was the former captain of guards. He died while bringing the Perennial Power herb home. Benny was also a relative of Cobbo.Meanwhile, Lexar returned home and put the two silver ingots in Gunnar’s room.Gunnar was still in deep sleep.Lexar just observed him a little to see if he had any injuries on his body. He didn’t find any.So he quietly walked out of the room.“What are you doing in Brother Gunnar’s room?” Dahlia was waiting out

In the afternoon.Jiro and his team returned with items worth over fifty gold coins.Also, the warrior scout they had sent out in the morning returned with good news.“The buffaloes destroyed nearly five hundred acres of plantation near the Roseclaw clan,” the scout said.Patriarch Warren and the elders celebrated with wine.“But, Patriarch,” the scout added. “I saw them kill the buffaloes and then transport their bodies on carts.”“Tsk, so they’re trying to earn money from the buffalo corpses, huh,” Rayson snorted. “They can minimize the losses with this move.”“How many buffaloes did they manage to kill?” Warren said.“At least over a couple hundred,” the scout said.“Mm, you did well,” Warren tossed a gold ring to him.“Thank you, Patriarch,” the scout happily bowed and then left the hall.“We have close to 2000 gold with us,” Warren said. “Should we give this money to Durk and buy Gunnar’s freedom?”Everybody looked at each other’s faces, but nobody said anything. Clearly, they di

At first sight, Usana would easily pass for a polite girl, but if you ask anyone in the clan, especially the children who learned lessons from her, they would tell you a different story.Usana had a nickname that the students used to call her.She was called the Torturer.If anybody were to come to school without doing homework, she would not send them home until they finished that homework.If someone made unnecessary noise during her class, she would make them stay for the extra class after school hours.These were just a couple of things among many things Usana had done to students over the years, which earned her such an intimidating reputation.Gunnar himself faced many hurdles from her in the past. She made Gunnar stand outside the class because he fell asleep for a few seconds. She made Gunnar clean the whole classroom because he complained about the cleanliness. She made him write the same notes ten times and more because she didn’t want him arguing with other students in the

On that same evening.Gunnar went to Elder Cobbo’s house.Cobbo was busy experimenting to create Rose Oil, or the like. After Gunnar came, he made Gunnar do the work, too.They worked for four hours, but the results were turning out to be unpredictable.“We’re trying everything right, but why are we not making any progress?” Gunnar was tired, frustrated, and bored.Cobbo let out a deep breath. “I hoped it wasn’t the case, but now, I’m sure. We’re missing one key ingredient.”“Huh? But we have the book, don’t we?” Gunnar asked.“Everything isn’t necessarily put in the book,” Cobbo said. “Some of the secrets are orally passed down in the clans or kept in secret storage facilities whose locations only the patriarchs would be aware of.”Gunnar’s eyes widened. “Does that mean we can’t produce Rose Oil now?”“I never said that,” Cobbo made a list of five items. “There’s a high chance that the last ingredient is one of these.”Gunnar looked at the items. “Silver-mouthed tulips, Seven-spot mu

In the Bluegrass clan.Durk drank two full bottles of liquor and smashed the bottles in frustration. “Fucking bastards! They didn’t even let me get a ten percent commission.”“Why are you worried about that stupid deal, dear?” His wife, Corsa, tried to comfort him. “There are already plenty of face creams available in our district. There’s no way the fist clan can succeed in the market.”“If you had tried that cream, you wouldn’t say this.”“Is it really that good?”“Yeah. And they’re even going to build a bridge across the silverfist river.”“A bridge?”“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Corsa said. “Won’t big monster corpses come floating down the river every few days? If the flow of the river becomes great, those corpses will end up breaking the bridge. What are they thinking?”Durk also had no idea. “I don’t think they’re going for an ordinary bridge.”“Are they going to hire a magic cultivator like we did?” Corsa asked. “It cost us 5000 gold to build the two stone bridges, but t