Wilbur nodded, asking Marie for her bank details.


    A few minutester, thirty billion dors were added to Marie''s bank ount.


    "It''s a pleasure doing business with you, Madam Marie."


    "Thank you, Mister Penn. You''re a lifesaver."


    "Please don''t say that, I just did what I could."


    Wilbur had actually been prepared to pay thirty billion dors even if Greg had not shown up. After all, the collection would be well over that amount for sure, and Wilbur was not going to lowball Marie with Albus being so gravely ill.


    Wilbur spent the rest of the afternoon separating the antiques into categories, sending all the Dashan antiques back to the National Museum of Dasha.


    The other regr antiques were sent to Cape International to be sold off, and the two hundred or so antiques containing spiritual energy were secretly shoved into Wilbur''s demine.


    It was evening by the time Wilbur returned to Aidementon with Tina. After reminding Tina to leave him be for the rest of the day, Wilbur entered his demine at once.


    He had yet to uncover proof of Greensource Corp''s crimes, and there might be a new battleing anytime. Wilbur had to stock up on pills in case of an emergency.


    Aside from a set of armor and the pair of leather-like gloves, Wilbur contributed all of the antiques to the Dragon''s Altar.


    The hourss spun, and Wilbur now had a new addition of ten thousand grace points. A few new options appeared on the screen.


    "Earth-type defense spells for two thousand grace points. Greatly improves one''s earth-type powers and defenses upon acquisition."


    "Thunder-type Healing Pill for eight hundred grace points. Restores one''s physical conditionpletely within one minute with the help of lightning strikes."


    There were many other normal pills listed below. Despite them being significantly cheaper, Wilbur knew clearly that the old dragon''s stuff was always worth their cost.


    The earth-type defense spells were red this time, which meant that they were of an even higher level than thest ones. No wonder they cost two thousand grace points.


    Wilbur had wanted to improve on these spells for a long time now and chose to get the spells without hesitation. He spent the remaining eight thousand grace points on ten thunder-type Healing Pills.


    The Light of Dragon was extremely harsh and caused a lot of damage that would go on for a while on his aura. If Wilbur could not restore his aura in time, his body would be greatly injured as time went on.


    The Thunder-type Healing Pills were capable of restoring one''s physical condition within a minute, which was already impressive enough. With the pills, Wilbur would be able to take on two or even three peak Sanctuary level elites at the same time with ease.


    Just as Wilbur was about to leave his demine, the voice of the dragon god rang through the air. "I didn''t expect you to find the power of light, my dear contributor." The power of the light?


    Wilbur frowned. Could the power of the light be the mortal enemy of the power of destruction?


    "That''s right. With those gloves, you''ll be able to defeat the power of destruction. The Destroyers'' powers are now out of control, and you will only face greater dangers after this. Use your wits and powers, young man, and live on fiercely."


    The dragon god went silent after that, and Wilbur looked down at the leather gloves on the ground. Their silver glow seemed to be increasing as theyy in the demine.