Wilbur then hurled the blood clot into the Dragon’s Altar. A surge of aura arose, and the blood clot


    turned into grace points at


    once


    Wilbur smiled at the sight of the three hundred new grace points in the golden hourss.


    He traded this for a Marrow Cleansing Pill and a Strongwill Pill There were not many grace points left


    after that.


    Wilbur sighed. There were so many treasures, but grace points were so hard toe by. Every time he


    had any to add he felt like what he got in return was always so little.


    He let out a self–deprecatingugh at this.


    If the contributions to the altar were so easy toe by and the grace points could be exchanged that


    easily, Wilbur would be ruling the world in no time. Good things nevere easy.


    Exiting the demine, Wilbur collected his thoughts and went to bed. He had something big to do the


    next day.


    The next morning, Wilbur got ready and came out of his room to see Charles waiting for him.


    “Is something the matter?” Wilbur asked. Charles was just the head of management here and was


    usually at the front desk. He hardly ever came to Wilbur for anything else.


    Charles said at once, “Apologies, sir. A few people tried entering the ce by force just now. I didn’t


    physically stop them so I wouldn’t cause you any trouble. What would you like to do with them?


    “Who are these people?”


    “I don’t know, I asked them, and they told me they don’t know you either.”


    “Why would they want toe inside?”


    “They said this was public property and insisted oning in to have some fun. I told them the ce


    was privately owned now, but they refused to listen.”


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    Wilbur pondered briefly. “If that’s the case, tell them nicely to leave at once. It’s not appropriate for them


    to be here.”


    Wilbur did not really think that a few tourists would be a big deal.


    It was just that there were all kinds of people who were now living on the ind.


    If any of these intruders were to run into people like Elsa and try to act tough, they were going to have


    a hard time.


    Charles nodded and turned to leave.


    Wilbur went to his office after that. Of course, Ryder was already there.


    Wilbur asked, “What are you busy with? You’re on thatputer all the time.”


    “Waiting for an order.” Ryder’s face was devoid of emotion.


    Wilbur was speechless. “I’ve got an order for you right now.”


    “Please go ahead, Deacon Penn.” Ryder got to his feet with a bow.


    Wilbur put on an air of authority. “I’ve found a location suspected to be the Skull Cult’s headquarters,


    and I’m ordering you to go check out the ce with me.”


    “Of course!” Ryder called out in response, lifting up his briefcase at once.


    Wilbur chuckled, walking out with Hyder.


    Just as they reached the square, they ran into Charles having a roaring argument with three men and


    two women.


    The group was surrounding Charles, shoving him around. It looked like they might even get violent.


    Wilbur frowned. “What’s happening here?”


    Charles hurried up to Wilbur at once. “Sir, they’re not listening to me and refusing to leave no matter


    what.”


    Wilbur observed the party of five.


    The three men and two women looked to be in their twenties. They were dressed head to toe in


    designer clothing, clear they came from affluent backgrounds.


    and it was


    Wilbur frowned. “Guys, this ce is private property. I’m afraid you can’t be here.”


    “Like hell it is! I was just herest month, and it was open to the public. I even stayed here for two


    nights, do you think I’m an idiot?”


    One of the men with ash gray hair shouted in protest at once.


    Wilbur’s expression darkened. “Watch your tone, or I’ll kick you


    out.”


    “Oho!” Another short–haired man said in a mocking tone. “Do you know who you’re talking to? Are you


    trying to get yourself kicked out of Seechertown, talking to him like that?”