"However..."
Is there a chance?
Milton Cheney halted his steps, ready to leave.
He turned to see an old man with a beaming smile.
Does he want money?
Milton Cheney pretended to hesitate for a moment, finally waved his hand, and neatly piled up a thousand pieces of purple magic stones in front of the old man.
The old man nodded in satisfaction.
A considerate bookworm.
"The woman who replaced the pure white raven is here, but as a representative of the Ouroboros Ring, she is attending this exchange meeting."
"You can wait a while, you may have a chance."
"Of course, she would give some fresh blood to the Guardian Sea out of courtesy, but it certainly won't be enough to break your limit."
"Even the full pure white raven bloodline could only push your bloodline limit to a level 3 bloodline wizard."
Since he was paid anyway, the old man wasn't shy about speaking his mind.
Of course, he didn't have much hope for Milton Cheney.
