"The witches' wealth? Whether we like it or not, that depends on what we see with our own eyes..." Bruto grinned while lifting his warhammer, "As for these here... brother, should we handle them as we did last time?"
"No," Lancelot shook his head, "Even if released, these souls can't head to the Domain of the Vague. Let's collect them and hand them over to... our friend."
Still wary of Medusa, he did not mention Cranvo's name. Then, Lancelot silently activated his mental method, and a bright green sword aura appeared in his hand. Though the sword aura was less than half a foot long, it sliced through the crystal-embedded wall as easily as cutting tofu. The room contained more than ten thousand soul prisms, even if nearly half were empty, their value was still astonishing.
