He could still contribute his strength to the Scarlet Moon.
"What do you want?"
Richard said slowly.
"Lord Peim, all I ask is to honor our agreement."
"That's all?"
Peim looked at him with interest.
Richard smiled.
"Of course, if you are willing to give me eight or ten divine artifacts, I will not refuse."
Pim laughed.
"You sure dare to dream."
Peim waved his hand as soon as he finished speaking.
The illusory silver scale stared at him in his hand.
He placed a thin wing on one end of the scale. He tilted the weighing treasure due to its undetectable weight. The other end was empty.
He gently rubbed the scale for a moment. Then majestic energy surged out of Peim's body.
Streaks of light turned into balls of light and landed on the other end of the scale under Richard's somewhat absent-minded gaze.
The wings tilted and gradually balanced the scale.
The scale reached a boundary.
