Wilbur paused briefly before nodding his head and answered, "Yes."


    The Dark Messenger frowned. "Are you a cultivator?"


    "A what?"


    Wilbur met the Dark Messenger''s gaze, before shaking his head. "No, sir. I think you''ve got the wrong guy."


    Despite the fact that Wilbur had gotten significantly more powerful and could definitely take the Dark Messenger down with ease in a battle, he knew that the Dark Messenger was still just a clone of the Dark Lord.


    After Wilbur killed the Dark Lord''s first clone, the second clone that appeared was at least ten times stronger.


    Wilbur could easily take this second Dark Messenger down, but the power of the Dark Lord was still unfathomable. A third Dark Messenger was bound to show up after Wilbur killed the second one, and he did not know if he would be a match for him then. Wilbur had learned his lesson and did not want to cause himself any trouble. He was determined not to expose himself, at least not before he was significantly more powerful.


    During thest battle, the Dark Messenger had nearly killed Wilbur. In fact, he would have been dead if the mirage had not shown up just in time. Now that the mirage had disappearedpletely and was not going to appear in this dimension anymore, Wilbur would have nowhere to run to if another battle broke out.


    Wilbur was determined not to let history repeat itself. Although he resented the Dark Messenger to no end, he still maintained a meek and terrified expression on his face.


    "So, you''re telling me I got the wrong guy?"


    The Dark Messenger put a hand on Wilbur''s left shoulder and pressed down. He knew that Wilbur''s left shoulder had taken a nasty injury, and there was no way it would have healed in just nine days. Therefore, if this guy was Wilbur, the pain would definitely make it hard for him to conceal his identity.


    However, Wilbur''s expression did not change at all. He kept his head bowed and said carefully, "S-Sir... I really think you''ve got the wrong guy."


    "I reckon you''re right. It seems I''ve made a mistake. Don''t worry, I won''t hurt you. Cultivators and mortals live in different worlds."


    "Thank you, sir."


    The Dark Messenger withdrew his hand and left the inn. Wilbur chatted briefly with the innkeeper before checking himself into the cheapest shared dorm with ten beds and striking up a deal with the innkeeper to sell his catch.


    That agreement wouldst a month.


    The next morning, Wilbur went to the beach bright and early with his bucket tob the shores for ms and urchins. He returned to the inn by noon with a filled bucket, and the innkeeper paid him two thousand Skermann dors in return.


    The innkeeper told Wilbur that a regr beacber would only make about a thousand Skermann dors a day, and Wilbur was lucky to receive double that amount.


    Wilbur was rather pleased to hear this, and the innkeeper chuckled. "You''re a pretty lucky guy. Why don''t I get you your own room? You''ll get to sleep better at night..... at a higher price, of course."


    "No, no, that''s fine. I''m here to make some money, and it''s only my first day. I need to watch my spending."