Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The Holy Sword was only meant to lure out the Earth Clan Chief; there was no way I would actually sell it to him.

"150 billion once! 150 billion twice! 150 billion three times..."

"100 billion, plus two copper mines, one gold mine, and one mithril mine!"

Finally, a short figure with burning eyes made a loud offer, a look of pain on his face.

Wow, they took the bait so quickly. I love this kind of straightforward and gullible creature.

Mary's gaze shifted to the shadows, where Morgan had vanished.

"Buyer No. 222 offered 100 billion for two copper mines, one gold mine, and one mithril mine. According to the mineral deposit certificate submitted by the other party, the valuation is 180 billion. Are there any higher bids?"

180 billion once, 180 billion twice, 180 billion…

On stage, Aurora's smile was stiff, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she kept giving Meryl meaningful glances. Her hand holding the hammer was trembling.

If the Holy Sword is really bought, she won't have a good life.

"200 million!"

Finally, after enjoying the Wind Clan Chief's horrified expression, Melly, with a mischievous grin, spoke at the very last second.

That heavenly tone not only relieved Aurora but also completely silenced the other bidder's call.

Everything is settled.

Chapter Fifty: The wicked will be punished by the wicked.

In the secluded back hall of the cathedral, the leading man, having just finished his performance, leaned back in his chair, sipping warm tea.

A moment later, the Ogan Tree script on the stone table hummed and lit up. Samael noticed the movement, lowered his eyes slightly, and casually asked a question.

"What about people?"

"We caught him! This guy was even more impatient than us..."

In the dimly lit alley, Melly kicked the dwarf goblin bound like a dumpling by runes and tossed aside, her eyes full of mockery.

She had just taken the holy sword and stepped out of the back door of the auction house when she was spotted by the Earth Clan Chief who was known for stalking.

Once they entered a sparsely populated alley, the guy revealed his true colors and started robbing people outright.

Unfortunately, he didn't first assess his own skill level or understand the level of his opponents beforehand.

Also, remember to look behind you next time...

In the alley, the Great Sage, a candidate for Grand Magician, and the witch, blessed by British mysticism, nodded to each other.

Just as they were continuing their conversation, Morgan paused and frowned slightly.

"That's strange, why is there some static on your end?"

"Oh, I'm behind the auction hall, people come and go, it's inevitable..."

At this moment, the mastermind's eyes darted around, his gaze shifting to the outside of the cubicle. He pressed his hands on the table, and the unstable table corners immediately quieted down.

"By the way, what did that guy say?"

"He will only cooperate if he obtains the Holy Sword."

"How many bowls of rice can you eat? How can you be so arrogant?"

"You know, all fairies are like this, so why don't you..."

Samael paused slightly upon hearing Melie's instigation and complaints, then closed his eyes and spoke softly.

"Forget it, just tell him that if he's willing to help, the Holy Sword can be given to him for a day of observation at most."

"He insisted on three days..."

Morgan glanced at the corner, where the arrogant leader of the Earth Clan, who thought he had leverage, was trying to blackmail his own side. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Generally speaking, earth fairies are kind-hearted, but this clan chief is an anomaly, having almost perfectly inherited all the flaws of dwarf-like creatures: greedy, irritable, and cowardly despite his fierce appearance.

"One day! The remaining two days are the price of his life."

Samael gave a cold smile, tapping his fingers on the table as he issued his ultimatum.

If he cooperates honestly, he's happy to give this guy a little something in return.

As soon as Melly received the auction items, the Earth Clan Chief Favor had a wicked idea and went to rob her.

The fact that they didn't kill him on the spot is already a testament to the fact that he was still useful.

Finally, under the threat of death and the temptation of seeing the Holy Sword, the old man finally compromised. After being forced to sign the contract, he impatiently took the Holy Sword from Melly's hand and limped into the shadows.

The matter was easily resolved. Samael cut off the contact, abandoning his upright posture and slumping back in his chair as if exhausted, while muttering softly with his head bowed.

"Alright, come out now..."

A pale, white hand lifted the tablecloth, and a graceful, blonde wind sprite emerged from the cramped space.

"There's no need to be so humble. Just do what you're supposed to do."

"Serving you is my honor, and it is also the duty of all creation."

Aurora cleared her throat slightly, her blush fading.

Then, the golden-haired wind fairy completely lost her elegant radiance and looked up at the figure in front of her with a humble, almost fawning, attitude.

That is the creator who separated light and darkness, restarted the world, guarded the tombs of the gods, guided the heroes, and enlightened mankind.

"Considering your past achievements, as long as you behave yourself, you'll still be the most popular fairy in the Nameless Forest."

Knowing that she wouldn't be punished later and thrown back into the Inner Sea of ​​Stars, or even forced to live in that nightmarish little house, Aurora was overjoyed and nodded vigorously.

Immediately, the Wind Clan Chief humbly accepted the soft tissue offered to him, gently wiped his lips and teeth, and obediently took his leave from the quiet room.

As she walked through the doorway and reached the corner, Aurora paused, looking back with a hint of doubt in her eyes, as if she had thought of something.

The covenant that divided the Age of Gods not only restricted the return of the gods, but it also seemed to have an effect on him.

At noon, Morgan and Meryl returned to the courtyard.

"confirmed?"

Samael put down his teacup, handed the two of them hot tea, and looked up to ask.

"Yes, it's on the seventh street from the left in front of the Grand Cathedral. There seems to be a metallurgical workshop he built in the basement of a house there. I even marked it before I left."

Morgan nodded slightly, and as he found Favor, the knot in his brow that had been there recently eased considerably.

"By the way, your sword has been messed with by him. Won't it break? Otherwise, you'll be at a huge loss."

Mary sat down at the corner of the table without any regard for appearances, tasting the dried fruit from her plate while jokingly reminding everyone.

"Don't worry, he won't be able to break through my sword in less than a hundred years. If he tries anything reckless, the intricate demonic script on it alone will be enough to give him a hard time."

Samael answered casually, full of confidence in his star-forged holy sword.

Just kidding, that's a planet-level weapon that dismembers the White Colossus. Although its access is difficult to unlock, its sheer hardness alone would drive any blacksmith to despair.

"That's strange, you took a shower?"

As they spoke, Melly leaned close to Samael and whispered something to him.

"Cough, I'm a bit tired, so I'll take a shower while I'm at it..."

Samael's hand holding the cup trembled slightly. He quickly lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and coughed lightly in response.

"I wanted to ask where you took your bath. It smells really good. I'm finally almost done with my work, and I'd like to try it too."

Meryl waved her hand, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the floral and minty scent emanating from Samael, quite tempted.

"You mean this? There's a hot spring flower bath 300 meters east of the entrance, on North Street. It's supposed to be a great experience. If you're bored, you can go check it out. They say it can relieve fatigue and beautify your skin."

Samael straightened his expression, put on a gentle smile, and began to make his recommendation.

Beauty and skin care?

Even the usually mild-mannered Morgan was moved by this suggestion. The two looked at each other and immediately agreed.

Soon after the news spread, Habertrot, Freya, and Bavan Hill all asked to join, and finally even Bagst raised his little hand and nestled into Morgan's arms.

So, the group expanded to include two or three women, who, along with changes of clothes, went to take a bath in a grand procession.

Indeed, beauty and skincare hold an unparalleled appeal for women, and kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac products hold an unparalleled appeal for men.

As Samael gazed at the empty courtyard and grumbled inwardly, he patted his wildly beating heart and quietly let out a long sigh of relief.

Let's just take a bath. Luckily, it was just a false alarm.

The next day, the women, who had enjoyed a relaxing bath and a leisurely nap, woke up.

After enjoying the breakfast prepared by Samael, Habetroth, Freya, and Bawan Shih left the dishes to clean up, and the four of them headed aggressively toward the Earth Clan Chief's secret workshop.

On the way, Melie glanced several times at Bagst, who was snuggling against Samael, and couldn't help but ask him about it out of curiosity.

"Why did you bring her along for something like this?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

The ancient snake gently stroked the black dog's head, its smile meaningful, before its gaze fell and stopped in front of a dilapidated door.

Yes, the aura of the sword is here. We've arrived.

Chapter 510 Close the door, unleash the dogs!

In the dimly lit underground workshop, the flickering fire crackled and burned, illuminating the short, stocky figure of Favor Viser, the chieftain of the Earth Clan, in the reception room.

It was a hairy face, with a round bald patch on its head. The long beard, a hallmark of dwarf-like life forms, covered its cheeks and obscured its lips. Its dark, wrinkled face, resembling tree bark, had a dark red tinge from years of exposure to fire. Its large, bulbous nose disrupted the overall harmony of its features, making it appear somewhat unkempt.

With its comical appearance and docile demeanor, it seems rather honest and kind.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. Please forgive a blacksmith's pursuit of the art of metallurgy."

Favor put down the tray, rubbed his hands together, and placed cups of tea prepared from the kitchen in front of the four guests. He spoke somewhat hastily, but his tone was quite sincere.

"We don't have much to offer you, so please have a cup of tea first."

Samael glanced at the Earth Clan Chief's unnaturally drooping right arm and the faint limp in his posture, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

If you want to dismantle the Holy Sword, you'll have to see if you have the ability.

In the slightly awkward atmosphere, Favor looked a little embarrassed and quickly raised his hand to comfort him.

"Have some tea, have some tea..."

The three exchanged a glance. Morgan ignored it, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Samael and Meli, on the other hand, each raised their teacups with smiles, paying their respects to the chieftain of the Earth Clan.

However, under Favor's expectant gaze, the two visitors opposite him were shaking their teacups in perfect unison, creating an unsettling sense of sluggishness.

After nearly half a century of hesitation, the teacup was finally brought to their lips, but just as it was about to enter their mouths, they suddenly stopped and looked at the head of the Earth Clan with great interest.

"Drink up! Why aren't you all drinking? Are you looking down on me?!"

Such a disrespectful and rude act enraged the hot-tempered Favor.

"So eager? Why don't you drink this?"

Morgan tilted the cup with a slight bend of his finger and asked casually.

Favor, sitting opposite, seemed to be inexplicably startled and instinctively took several steps back, moving away from the teacup in front of him.

Immediately, six pairs of eyes focused on him. The chieftain of the Earth Clan realized his lapse in composure, his face flushing red and then turning pale. He snorted angrily and stepped forward, intending to snatch back the tea sets one by one.

"This is for entertaining guests; I'm not used to sharing utensils. But you two won't even have a cup of tea, clearly showing you don't trust me. In that case, our cooperation ends here!"

However, Morgan didn't even glance at Favor across from him, and coldly turned to his two allies beside him.

"Have you two had enough fun?"

"It's not that we don't want to drink, it's that we're afraid to drink..."

Meili chuckled, tilting her teacup to the ground. As a line of pale green tea was poured over it, the marble floor hissed as if corroded by strong acid, and emitted bursts of dizzying green smoke.

In the hazy mist, the crowd could even make out an exaggerated skull-shaped cloud.

Upon seeing this, Favor's face turned a deep purplish-red.

Samael clicked his tongue in amazement, casually tossing the teacup back onto the table, his eyes filled with understanding.

Besides being described as "scum" and "funny people," fairies also have a rather sinister nickname—"Grand Poison Masters."