A wicked smile and freezing stare covered Saumel Baton's face, completely different from his polite act from before.
"Just what I thought." My eyes got a bit thinner.
Exactly like I figured, Claude Avalynn was definitely Saumel Baton's guest.
"Mason Raymond, this Mystic Realm's exit is shut tight now. Sit here and die!" Saumel Baton laughed hard.
I answered coldly, "Saumel Baton, when I reach the Martial Saint level, that's when your Baton Family gets wiped out."
"Ha, you won't get the chance." Saumel Baton dropped those words and left.
Pearson Bowman came up to me, "Mr. Raymond, better not to mess with Saumel Baton here. If you have to, say sorry to him, give him whatever he wants, and get out first."
I bowed a little to Pearson, saying, "Thanks."
After that, I found a spot in the square and sat down.
I pulled out my ready treasures and a sign from my Spatial Magic Artifact.
The sign had some words on it: "All items traded for Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials."
