Living With My Lady Boss

Wilbur painstakingly tried a few more times, but every attempt ended the same. All of a sudden, Wilbur remembered that this was a formation that Senior Fremont had set up as a test for Wilbur. Realization struck him then. It would hardly be a test if it was so easily found, wouldn't it?

"Mister Penn!"

Arsi's voice sounded from afar then.

Wilbur put the first dragon cauldron away and looked over. Arsi was running this way, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. "I forgot to give this to you, Mister Penn. That guy Victor left this weapon behind."

Arsi raised the silver bow in his hand, and Wilbur was stunned when he saw it. "Isn't... Isn't that the Bloodism Bow? What is it doing here?"

"Did you forget, Mister Penn? Victor's dead. Of course, his bow would be left behind here."

Arsi gave Wilbur the Bloodism Bow and left after that. Wilbur made sure there was no one around and picked up the bow cautiously to spin it around in his hands.

He then tossed it into his demiplane.noveldrama

"What a familiar aura."

The old dragon's voice echoed through the air just as Wilbur entered the demiplane. Before Wilbur could speak, the old dragon continued to say, "Let me guess... This must be the aura of the Blood God. You got the silver bow from him, didn't you?"

Wilbur looked down at the Bloodism Bow. "Indeed, this was left behind by Victor, one of the Blood God's puppets. I was just about to contribute it in exchange for some grace points. Am I allowed to do that with something that contains evil sorcery?"

The old dragon's voice boomed through the air once more. "Anything with power, be it good or evil, can be exchanged for grace points. The more powerful the object is, the more grace points you'll get. Give it a try."

"Thanks."

Wilbur glanced at the Bloodism Bow one last time, then tossed it into the Dragon's Altar without a second thought. A pale white flame shot up into the air, and the bow was converted to ten thousand grace points.

"Holy shit!"

Wilbur could not help but exclaim at the sight of the golden hourglass. "That... That stupid Bloodism Bow got me ten thousand grace points!"

"The Blood God almost took your life with this bow. What makes you think a weapon like that wouldn't be worth that many grace points?"

"No, I definitely think it's worth it! I just didn't expect ten thousand..."

Wilbur rubbed his palms together. "Dear Dragon God, can I get another chance to get myself a Dragon Spirit Essence? I think it's perfect for me."

One Dragon Spirit Essence cost ten thousand grace points, but that was already considered a steal. After all, one of those was the equivalent of a hundred years' worth of cultivation from a dragon clan cultivator.