Lukay didn't have much time to think about everything that had just happened. Before he could even organize his thoughts, Celis's roots pierced into the wolf's head and forcefully pulled out the Godly Predator Crystal. The whole process looked so casual that it reminded Lukay of someone harvesting vegetables from a field instead of extracting the core of one of the most dangerous creatures outside the Sacred Relic's influence.
"First one," Celis said indifferently. "Another 159 to go before we return to Besgol."
"...1... 159?" Lukay almost thought he had misheard. 'That can't be right... right? That has to be a joke. What are the chances that they could kill that many predators?'
"Let's go," Rean called as he entered the airplane. "We still need to chart the territories ahead if we want to avoid the taxes."
