Maximus was covered in red spots, his eyes dazed.
It seemed that a sage possessed him as many truths popped into his mind.
Looking at the demoness who caused his current situation, Maximus couldn't help but smile proudly.
Using the hands like the gods, Denice lay flat on top of his body, reminiscing about her defeat.
"You're so fierce~" Denice muttered, twirling her fingers on his chest.
"This is just one-tenth of my power," Maximus said domineeringly.
"Hehe, I wonder how tough you would be at full power," Denice muttered, seemingly not satisfied.
"We can only wait for your stubborn parents..." Maximus sighed.
"By the way, the materials and knowledge bought by your guild are already here."
"Do you want to call them over?"
"Let them wait; I'm still not satisfied..."
In the Shadow Hunter Outpost.
A group of guests quietly arrived.
Looking at dozens of apex sovereigns before him, Maximus couldn't help but sweat a little.
This is different from the assembly, where he can confidently fight.
Fortunately, most of his family was outside, so he calmed down a little.
"Please come in," Maximus greeted and led them to the lounge.
"I heard from my daughter that my guild's package arrived."
"Is that true?" Isadora couldn't help but ask after sitting.
The others from other guilds and organizations also looked intently, waiting for the answer.
"It's here," Maximus smiled and handed her multiple storage rings.
Isadora didn't say anything as she checked the package.
As minutes of silence passed by, the oppression in the room was getting higher and higher.
Without the same quality as the Etherium Sanctuary, pieces of cracks began to appear in the room.
Maximus could only urge his future mother-in-law to hurry and end the suspense.
"Lady Isadora, how is it? Is it complete?"
"Hahaha! Not bad! Not bad!" Isadora laughed heartily.
"Isadora, come show us if it's real." An apex sovereign from another guild asked.
"No! I'll take this to the guild first. Goodbye! ," Isadora said as she suddenly teleported back to her guild.
The others wanted to interfere, but the apex sovereign-level escort that Isadora brought quickly prevented it.
Seeing that Isadora safely teleported back, they heaved a sigh of relief.
"See you again," Isadora's guildmate told his fellow powerhouse.
"And you too; You have a bright future..." he said ambiguously, looking at Maximus.
"Thank you. I look forward to our transaction again."
"Hmm." Soon, they also teleported back.
Seeing that the Lorekeeper guild members were gone, the room returned to silence.
"These gentlemen, do you also want to initiate a transaction with me?" Maximus asked with a smile.
"Uh, no, we merely want to admire the scenery of Shadow Hunter Outpost. It seems that the rumors are true."
"We also just tagged along."
"We mainly want to see the legendary beauty of Lady Isadora..."
Soon, various reasons popped up in their mouths as they quickly teleported away in embarrassment.
Initially, they wanted to see if Isadora really got her package.
They didn't expect that she would be so cunning and didn't let them confirm anything.
They were not some big guilds that had so much money flow.
If they conducted a transaction with Maximus costing hundreds of quadrillions, they would basically be bankrupt if something went wrong.
As for Isadora's surprise and ecstatic expression, they were worried that they were just being baited.
After seeing Isadora's daughter stick to Maximus like glue, their relationship is definitely not simple.
Soon, the room became empty as Maximus' lips curled up.
"You'll come back to me very soon..."
Lorekeeper Guild Abyss Headquarters:
"How is it, Isadora? Did you get the goods?" Nona, Isadora's friend, asked.
"Here! It seems that we hit the jackpot!" Isadora nodded happily, giving Nona the storage rings.
With a curious expression, Nona poured the contents of the storage ring.
"Wow! Is that Litbit Skin?!"
"This?! A rare titan remains?!"
"Are my eyes fooling me? A real dragon remains?!"
A bunch of old knowledge seekers quickly surrounded the precious specimens and materials that had long been extinct in the Etherium realm.
As for the materials for the mobile stronghold, it was enjoying its cool wind as no one looked at it.
"How about the book?" An old man asked, looking intently at Nona.
"Here," Nona rolled her eyes and tossed the storage ring.
"Be careful!" The old man said in a hurry and gently caught the storage ring.
With the urging of his colleagues, the old man quickly poured out the books.
Just looking at the titles, their eyes bulged in excitement as they hurriedly opened them to confirm if the contents were authentic.
"Don't be in a hurry; a book can only be bound to each person; there are only ten copies of each book here." Isadora reminded them before they opened the books.
"Oh~" with a pause, they carefully read the titles, opening the books that aligned with their specialties.
Seeing they calmed down a little, Nona took Isadora's arm to ask for some juicy news.
"Hey, I heard that your daughter got kidnapped by some man," Nona said teasingly.
"Hmph! That bastard is a waste of my effort," Isadora complained, not hiding the smile on her lips.
"Your smile is so obvious," Nona poked, signaling Isadora to tell the truth.
In the runic laboratory:
Three old men looked ecstatic as if discovering a new continent.
Kleto, a runic master, scrutinized the new runic language proposed in the book.
Runic master is a specialized profession that delves into the innate language of the world.
It is the biggest contributor to innovations, leading to the progress of the world.
Runic language can be used in various fields, including alchemy, mechanics, arrays, and even planting.
Its wide range of applications makes it the most important profession in the world.
Unfortunately, due to the world's bottleneck and a lack of new discoveries.
A Runic Master has become a stagnant profession.
Although popular, it can't earn as much as alchemy or mechanics.
Runic masters mainly rely on their new discoveries to drive profits.
Currently, the three old men in the world are the last devotees of the runic language.
As for the others, they have already switched to different professions.
Discovering a new runic language, they felt their blood boil again as if they were about to set a revolution in the world.
However, looking at such a complicated rune, they still didn't know if it was real.
"How is it, old Kleto?" Fagh asked nervously.
"It's a bit hard..." Kleto frowned after trying to write the runic language.
After he wrote the runic language in the void, it quickly became blurred and disappeared, making him doubt if the book in his hands was real.
"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, a laugh broke out as they snapped out of their daze.
"What happened to you, old Shrimp?!" Kleto asked with a bit of expectation.
"Hahaha, old fish, old turtle, I succeeded!" Collef, the old shrimp, laughed as if he owned the world.
"What? You succeed?!" Kleto dashed, looking at the condensed new runic language.
"I see the material!" Kleto understood, looking at the configured ink on the table.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that it's simply because of materials," Fagh rubbed his beard, looking at the unknown materials that came with the book.
"It looks like we need to study these material compositions before we proceed."
In the array laboratory:
A crisscrossing maze overlapped in the void as a huge explosion ensued.
"Damn! Is this still possible?" Wenmo cursed in excitement.
He had just tried the new array combination in the book.
Although it caused an explosion because he failed to imitate the exact blueprint, it was already showing remarkable results.
Another failure, however, instead of sadness, the gleam in Wenmo's eyes intensified.
"After I thoroughly master this, this world will witness a world-shaking change..."
In the Biological Laboratory:
A group of Apex sovereigns and their group of apprentices looked in admiration at the extinct and unique creatures displayed before them.
"Tsk, tsk, so this is the real titan and dragon..."
These ancient creatures that ruled the prehistory times of the Etherium realm were once again present in their eyes.
"Although it's a mere specimen, the pressure they emanate is truly worthy of ancient creatures!"
"I wonder if we can bring them back to their former glory?" One muttered in a daze.
"Hahaha, just imagine riding a real dragon; that must be a unique romance!"
"I'm more curious about the taste. Shall we ask the teacher for a bit?" Vincent, a chubby student, asked greedily.
"Idiot! They are important research materials," Vincent's classmate slapped his head.
"I'm just suggesting~ How about it, teacher? Should we have a bite? " Vincent insisted.
"What are you always thinking?"
"We should first culture them so we can have enough," Vincent's mentor, Julian, almost agreed but held back and thought rationally.
"That's right! Why didn't I think of that?!"
"If we can culture these dragons, we can have an unlimited buffet!" Vincent seemed to be infused with blood, eager to study.
"Let's go! I wonder how braised dragon tastes? Grilled dragon is also fine..." Julian muttered endlessly, thinking of various recipes.