Damon didn't bother with any long morale-building speeches… their conditions had changed.
The Beldam's house was a death trap—but amid the danger, they had gained a fortuitous encounter.
Now they were enjoying the spoils. Preparations were done for their next travel.
They had better weapons, upgraded gear, food…
Well, except Damon. He was still lugging around the wyvern's fangs, the giant axe, and his old bow and arrows.
The previous lord of Lysithara apparently hadn't needed any weapons with his armor, but Damon wasn't that lucky. Wearing Pale Crown wasn't enough. He needed a weapon.
"This would be more convenient if I had my dealer's hand..." he muttered.
Too bad the skill rejected every weapon he tried to link to it.
He took a deep breath, gazing at the pale white sphere in his hand.
It wasn't just a ball—it was a mana core. To be precise…
A 15cm wide core from the Beldam.
A rank four monster.
Therefore, this was a rank four core.
