Dimensional Descent

Iselan waved a hand. "Stop, you're overthinking things. How this branch functions is irrelevant to them for now. In fact, it will probably be irrelevant for several decades."

Iselan didn't say anything more since Leonel was right there. The only reason he had ever said so much was because he was getting annoyed and wanted to take this Shearing Ore away as quickly as possible so that he could start his research.

Of course, though Leonel knew more about such words than Iselan thought, he didn't show any particular reaction, simply handing the metal over to Iselan who all but squealed with joy. As for poor Aluniya, she was still worried but no longer dared to do anything.

Though Iselan had explained things away so simply, Aluniya knew that things weren't so easy. It would only take one curmudgeon to ruin everything and in the worst case, Iselan might even lose his position as Branch Head.

But, at this point, Leonel didn't particularly care about it all. He was only smiling as he saw the points jump within his Crafter's Badge. With a wave to Aluniya, he vanished, accelerating toward the store room with frightening speed.

By the time Aluniya realized something was wrong, she suddenly found herself all alone and speechless. Soon, she became a bit jealous of the both of them.

…

The Eight Eye Branch's treasure store was far beyond what Leonel had seen in the Golden Path Branch. The storehouse alone was at least a kilometer long and about 200 meters wide. Though there was a large glass dome above that must have gone at least 50 meters upward, the shelves themselves weren't necessarily so tall.

Each row of shelves only had three racks. The lowest rack was at eye level and the spacers between the racks were at least two to three meters.

The organization of it all was immaculate and the storage was even better. The latter was the best Leonel had seen aside from his own snowglobes which could be considered near perfect. These storage devices weren't able to freeze Force Herbs and Ores in their optimal states, but they were all perfectly temperature controlled to provide the best environment for each.

'Ah… Being rich is nice…'

kilogram piece of Ore had netted him all of this. If Leonel wanted, he really could mostly clear out this

were cheaper than they had been in the Golden Path Branch so his points went further. It was like

he needed was a systematic method of crushing his enemies. He couldn't get lost in the fascination of all of these Ores and forget the

breaths, he had a replica of the entire place in his mind and could even map out the ideal

'Alright, good…

unlike the Luxnix family and the Snowy Star Owl. The root of their strength is the Shadow Tailed Fox and their strongest abilities are their concealment and unlike other assassin-like families, they have great

and use the precipitation like needles. Their offensive output is lacking, but their

'The Florer family…'

spinning as he connected the Ores around him to Crafts he could

how those families would react to him killing Rotsan. This meant that whatever Crafts

'… Got it.'

Leonel flashed and vanished.

…

within the storehouse with a blank expression on her face. It was she who was responsible for organizing this storehouse so seeing the state of it now, she felt as though a little piece of her had

felt so empty now. Rows upon rows of

a deep sigh

way to Iselan's quarters and walking in without saying a word. The old

that kid

you interrupting me?"

"He was Leonel Morales."