Arthur found the words of his system logical. "I have gained something in that world that might interest you," he said.
"Then tell, I'm all ears," she waited to see how lucky this disciple of her was.
"I had a pillar, black in color and polluted with dark energy."
"Tsk," she showed a depressed expression over her face, "these pillars are worth nothing to me. They would to any dark clan, but to me and others in the other camp; we can't use these!"
Arthur's eyes shone, as he knew what would make her interested in helping him. "What if I say I will give you a purified one?"
This time the look over her face changed. She seemed interested, and Arthur couldn't hold his smile from showing up. "You little rascal, you have a means to purify them? Damn your lucky boy, it's even greater than me!"
He laughed and said nothing. This wasn't luck, as he gained them in very risky encounters. Paying the price was something he didn't mind, yet he couldn't agree on calling it luck.
