"We've struck it rich!"
As several Witchcraft Traps were crushed, a secret chamber hidden underground opened its doors before Carl.
There were towers of Magic Stones, piles of Magic Crystals, and various top-notch preserved meats.
The value...
At least tens of thousands of Magic Stones!
With a full beard, Carl laughed heartily, epitomizing the image of an arrogant and domineering Legendary Knight.
It's true that a horse doesn't grow fat without night grass, and a person doesn't grow rich without windfalls. Earning so many Magic Stones through work would take who knows how long.
He shouldered his heavy hammer and strode forward, collecting piles of supplies into the Divine Domain Fragment.
Others, seeing this, would at most be surprised by the large storage space of his Witch Artifact and would definitely not think of anything else.
