Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



"No, this is just temporary for the time I'm here. And I won't stay for long anyway. So, it's not enough to take a higher piece thanks to that."

[Let's talk after I see that recipe of yours first] she hesitated. She knew giving him fifty percent wouldn't be a loss at all. After all, the materials they gathered for generations came out of thin air, and they were left to rot inside their family's vault for tens of thousands of years now.

If William truly got a way to turn all this trash into something valuable, then the sheer gains from this would be mind blowing.

She hurriedly summoned her servants and entrusted people, sent them to bring the list of materials William asked for. She also sent for one of the family members, an alchemist, a skilled one on top of that.

In the next ten minutes, she waited and watched her uncle follow the steps William said. And in the end, something new did indeed come out from the pot.

"This… What the hell is this?!!!" her uncle turned to her, with a face that held shock and doubt.

"Wait a second," she held William's Bullet, "we got something sticky in the end. It's not a liquid, not solid… Is that right?"

Her uncle didn't know what went into her nephew's head. He just heard the grave news, about someone trespassing over the Lost City, and even kicking everyone away from it.

Before he'd listen to everything people were speaking about, he got summoned urgently to meet up with Lara. Then he found her preparing different materials, including one of the trash items found usually in the Lost City.

He shared the same thoughts as others, knowing that items found in that city were useless. If it was up to him, he'd simply throw them away. But the words that came from their ancestors were clear orders to keep them hidden and safe, storing and gathering them as if they were some sort of treasure.

As she explained to him that she had a way to use such trash materials in forging, he didn't buy it. But he kept following her words under her persistence. In the end, something weird appeared. And when he expected her to explain things over, she held a Bullet and kept talking with someone else about this.

The uncle was just a skilled alchemist. So, he never doubted his ability in concocting this formula, but suspected the formula itself. He believed this entire formula was wrong, ending up with a failure not a success.

Back in the Lost City, William saw lots of people flashing and moving fast during the past thirty minutes. Just by the end of the period he gave to others, they all escaped from here, but they didn't actually leave.

He saw lots of faces watching what was going on here from the plateau at the very top. It was clear what everyone was thinking, lying in wait for him to go out, waiting for their reinforcements to come and breach his formation to reclaim the lost city.

In fact William wasn't struggling at all. He kept dashing around, attacking and killing lots of monsters, while leaving behind lots of gaps in the ground. He kept consuming his elixirs, replenishing what he lost all the time without feeling any struggle.

Anyone seeing this from the top would see lots of wounds and scars spreading all over the Lost City, seeing a fox flashing all the time without anything able to halt his steps or give him any challenge.

The ones up there imagined William's death countless times during the past minutes. But unlike what they expected that daring youth was able to stand his ground amidst the crazy assault of all these monsters.

This was something nothing ever managed to do. Since the discovery of this place, everyone coming here had to walk on their toe tips, fearing to even breathe aloud.

Yet William down there was just running around, freely launching explosions one after another without worrying about anything. And this was just like seeing a living miracle happening in front of them.

They already spoke with their superiors many times in the past half an hour. Everyone got what they could gather about William's identity, abilities, and what he did back at the Scorching Lands or here.

So, it was clear that William wasn't the type to fool around. He was dangerous, and everyone knew they had to deal with this matter quite seriously.

"Just bring someone with a scar, or someone old enough to show wrinkles on his face. Apply this product over the place you want and wait for a minute."

[And?]

"Just it, try and you'll get everything," William hated explaining everything in detail for anyone. To him, it was better to try things out and see the results with one's eyes, better than trying to describe anything using words.

Lara landed the Bullet, showed an expression of doubt and hesitation on her face.

"What's wrong?" her uncle mistook what she was feeling right now, "don't be depressed by this failure. I once read in the family's ancient records that lots of our ancestors tried and failed…"

"Uncle, you look a little old, right?" Out of the blue, his nephew raised her eyes, and looked in a weird way to him. The look she gave him made his heart shudder in worry and fear, made him even feel goosebumps.

She looked at him like she was looking at a gem or something. He knew her nephew quite well and knew how playful and naughty she was. It was something that slowly turned into a stain to her image in the eyes of everyone in the family.

ραпdα---nᴏνa| сom "Your face… Your face is full of wrinkles…" and when he paused in fear and doubt for a second, she used this and approached him.

With one hand, she reached into the pot and took the ointment out, and with the other she touched her uncle's face, examining the wrinkles there with weird interest.