[Gwodfathel, I wish you luck!] Ainsley smiled sweetly, trying to encourage the Godfather even though the guy already had max level luck.
He couldn't be any luckier.
[Hum. Leave it to this lord. This Lord will bring back the auction license.] The Godfather trailed off his words, not continuing whatever he wanted to say.
Well, if this lord can't bring back the license, this lord can always force people to give it…
The Godfather in his spirit form might be useless since he couldn't injure the humans without the help of his shaman. However, he could still beat up other spirits…
This lord heard that Rie's spirit, the woman, was the alchemist goddess of the Godlif country.
Geraldine, that old man, wouldn't want to see the spirit getting injured or anything because he's also an alchemist….
Heh. This is easy, then.
