Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Everyone who heard Arilton's words immediately showed excitement.

There was no other way at the moment, so any hope was worth trying.

"Just tell us what materials you need."

The Moon Goddess, Seridwin, looked directly at Eridon and asked him directly. Everyone else also turned their attention to him. Even the Ocean Sage, Bohemian, who had previously argued with him, no longer had the arrogant attitude she had shown before.

A moment of thought for Arilton:

"I need a ton of steel that has remained uncorroded for a thousand years, 1,234 strands of the inextinguishable flames of the Extreme Flame Domain, and a sea spirit soul born from the heart of the endless ocean..."

He uttered the names of treasures that Seridwin and the others considered invaluable.

With each name he mentioned, the smiles on everyone's faces faded a little, especially when he spoke of the sea spirits born in the heart of the endless ocean. Bohemian's expression immediately fell.

Although he really wanted to refuse, he knew that the other party wouldn't joke about something like this at this time.

and so……

"Okay, you hold out here for a bit, we'll go find what you need right away."

After hearing what the other party said, the god of wisdom immediately nodded in agreement. At this moment, they had no time to think about anything else.

If you have the chance, you should try it no matter what.

Bohemian had originally wanted to ask if there was any room for negotiation, since he estimated that he would have to pay the majority of the price for the materials that Arilton had provided.

Seeing the serious expressions on everyone's faces, he immediately swallowed the words he was about to say.

"Forget it, consider this a lesson learned."

He actually knew that what Arilton said was probably also to get revenge on him, after all, how could it be such a coincidence that he would have to bleed?

What a coincidence!

However, he didn't have time to argue with the other party now. They were all in the same boat, so he could just bear it and let it pass.

That's what he thought to himself, and then he immediately turned and left, not wanting to look at the other person even once.

Seeing his expression, everyone turned their gaze to Arilton, who was standing there with a smile on his lips. Arilton spread his hands in front of him, his smile vanished, and he looked at them with an innocent expression, as if to say:

Why are you all looking at me? I didn't do it on purpose.

Seeing this, the others also showed helpless expressions, but they couldn't say anything more at this point. They nodded to each other and left.

After everyone had left, only Arilton remained. He stared at the black hole that was continuously emitting a spatial force field, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn expression.

Hopefully, this will work.

He thought to himself that he wasn't sure if the method he had just mentioned would work, but he had to give it a try anyway.

A ball of red flame appeared in his hand, the very same [Holy Forge] that the moon goddess Seridwin had used to smash Osdor.

Somehow, this thing returned to Arilton's hands.

He held the stove up with his left hand and gently stroked the lid on top with his right, as if meeting an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time, muttering to himself:

"Old buddy, we're counting on you again."

The Holy Forging Furnace seemed to understand his words, its body trembling slightly as if in response.

Then Arilton lifted the lid of the furnace, and a dazzling crimson light shot out from it, flying towards the dark hole not far away.

In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him.

Rings of bright yellow light emanated from it, like manhole covers, sealing it directly over the black hole.

The moment the brilliant yellow light landed on it, the black hole, which had been continuously expanding outward and emitting spatial fluctuations, immediately stopped its movement.

It turned into a docile little lamb.

Upon seeing this, Arilton's face initially lit up with joy, but then, as if sensing something, his expression of delight crumbled almost instantly, replaced by a heavy heart.

"I can't hold on much longer, you guys need to hurry!"

Time ticked by, and tonight the moon seemed to move exceptionally slowly, stretching the night considerably. But even so, it will eventually fade away.

As the eastern dawn sets in, people who have been anxious all night are suddenly jolted awake. Without even washing up, they carefully open the door and peer out onto the street.

The familiar neighbors on both sides of the straight street seemed to be on the same wavelength as him, as if they were telepathically connected.

His expression was tense, his eyes were filled with fear, yet he couldn't help but look around and peek out.

Everyone is curious about what happened last night:

The towering flames, the deafening roars like gunfire, and the howls like those of wild beasts kept them awake all night.

They remained in a daze until the early hours of the morning, when the outside world quieted down a bit, and finally, unable to resist the overwhelming drowsiness that washed over them, they drifted off to sleep.

Until now.

"Mom, what happened last night? Why was it so noisy outside?"

At this moment, in Earl Hobert's mansion, Visia's long golden hair was buried in her mother's chest, and she mumbled incoherently:

"And Dad hasn't come back yet. I wonder what happened at the palace. It's really worrying."

"It's alright, Vicia. I've already sent Monica out to check. It's still so quiet outside, nothing serious is likely to happen. We'll skip class today. You can get some more sleep. I'll go out and see if Monica and your father are back yet."

The countess lowered her head and kissed her daughter's long, soft, golden hair.

Then, he gently looked at the girl who was nestled in his arms with her eyes closed, still muttering to herself. He carefully removed her hands from his waist, got dressed, and went outside.

As soon as she stepped out, the girl, who had seemed to have fallen asleep again, suddenly opened her bright, sparkling eyes, sat up in bed, and stared blankly in the direction of the door.

"What exactly happened last night? Why was there such a strong spiritual fluctuation? Is Dad alright? And what about Mr. Ron...?"

A question came flooding in like a tidal wave, constantly assaulting her mind.

Visia frowned slightly, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly as she made a decision: to go out and take a look.