"It's good that they don't have a unique currency to pay for stuff here," Aleron looked at the menu and saw the price of food started from 1 SSS-rank magic stone up to 1000.
Arran'tel, Nerathi, and Aleron sat at a table in a fancy restaurant in the city, with beautiful elves as waitresses, high-quality dining tables, comfortable chairs, and aromatic dishes.
They'd been in the city for two hours and looked around at everything and everywhere, but didn't find much information in the scale of the cosmos or related to Warlords.
All the news they found was about events, conflicts, and the emergence of prodigies, such usual mundane things.
Aleron wanted to read Karthos' memories, but he couldn't yet. His soul was in his confines, but it was still protected by a stronger soul potency that he possessed. He would have to absorb pure soul essence from his Hell to get Karthos' memories, which he decided to do after returning.
