"Not enough magic power, huh... Will this work?" Count Totti hesitated for a moment, rubbed his hands, and pulled out a bundle of long-necked crystal bottles tied together with a rubber band from his pocket. Each glass bottle contained a bright red liquid that was sloshing around inside.
The two masters eagerly grabbed the bundle of long-necked crystal bottles. Master Fran, with trembling hands, opened one of the bottle stoppers, and a strong magic fluctuation immediately spilled from the bottle and filled the space.
"It's blood marrow! This is blood marrow!" Master Otigha trembled violently, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with burning greed. His gaze was like the most famished locust, unable to conceal his desire and possessiveness that could illuminate the darkest night sky.
"Hurry up! Don't waste time!" The count became impatient. He had already saluted the Heavy Scythe-wielders, and now the count still held that tiny hope.
