Walton was a smart man. Since the Holy One had made a request for a daily sacrifice, selling him to Greensource Corp for an equal price would be a good thing for sure.


    If they found the gloves, they would have Greensource Corp make a move after the Holy One left the Jonan family. On the other hand, if they could not find the gloves, they would have Greensource Corp make a move at once. Either way, the Holy One could not stay on in the Jonan family after this.


    Walton knew clearly that the Holy One had the power to take their luck away, but an evil spell like this one was bound to cause a severe bacsh. This man was far too self-centered, and keeping him in the Jonan family would only cause them trouble eventually.


    Since that was the case, it was probably best they got rid of him sooner.


    After Greg left, Walton mumbled to himself, "Oh, Albus. You deserved thising to you, for how disrespectful you were. I have always been stronger than you. Why should I lose to you?"


    After splitting the blue potion into multiple doses and hiding them in the ten nature paintings, Wilbur took the domains with them and sent them back to Dasha.


    After doing so, he made a call to Beverly. "Hello, I''ve sent the ten nature paintings to you. Remember to go and get them."


    "Got it, Deacon Penn. Oh, right. We just received news that seven countries, including Cherrytopia, are each sending two elites to Cametra to investigate Greensource Corp. They should be there by now."


    "What? Seven countries? Ha, I guess the medical research case''s been exposed. At least I won''t have to work so hard now."


    "Deacon Penn, the head of our department told me to remind you not to drop your defenses in the slightest during a time like this. There was a dy in the news we received. I think the elites should have arrived in Cametra before you. They each have their own ns. After all, Greensource Corp''s crimes getting exposed is bound to cause a storm, and I''m sure the countries don''t want to miss the chance."


    Wilbur was silent for a long time, before finally saying, "So they''re all thinking of going about this on their own, and sneaking out of Cametra with evidence of Greensource Corp''s crimes once everything''s done?"


    "That''s exactly it."


    Wilbur sneered coldly. "All fourteen of them, huh? The nerves of these people. I guess it''s not the worst thing ever. They helped distract the focus from me."


    "Yes. I''ll be waiting for the good news, Deacon Penn."


    The call ended and Wilbur suddenly thought of the change in Greensource Corp''s attitude toward him. Could that have happened because of the elite from the seven countries?


    If Greensource Corp could change their attitude towards Wilbur, they could do the same with the elites from the seven countries. Was this going to result in an internal war breaking out between all the elites from a total of eight countries?


    Wilbur rejected the idea as soon as it appeared in his head. After all, the elites here must be the finest of their countries. They would never be foolish enough to go at each other''s necks, at least not here.


    Yet he remembered how quickly Greensource Corp had changed their attitude towards him, and felt that it might be possible for that to happen after all. Besides, the root of everything was the potion Greensource Corp was researching.


    All cultivators were hungry to improve their powers and skills. If Greensource Corp used their potions as bait, someone was bound to be tempted.


    At the thought, Wilbur realized where he stood. The fourteen elites in Cametra would only see him as an enemy, not a friend.


    After all, Wilbur''s battle against Mondorra had exposed his identity. None of the cultivators had shown up to help, which meant that they did not even consider him an ally.


    What else was there to be said then?