"Tsk, only nine scrolls left." Lor stopped the spaceship and looked at the nine neatly arranged scrolls in the Space Ring with a sense of regret.
He remembered those years ago when he had waited for three long years at the Nelson Wizard Tower just to get two Guardian Tree Scrolls.
Now these scrolls haven't depreciated over time but have become even more valuable.
"I wonder if they'll give me contribution points for this support mission." Lor muttered to himself.
Even though these demons were actually targeting him, regardless, he had completed the mission.
If they didn't count it, that would be a big loss.
"Ding—"
Just as he was conflicted, the Continent Communication Device in the Space Ring suddenly rang.
Lor immediately took it out and connected, and a red-haired youth's face appeared on the light screen.
"Meteor Mage, your battlefield contributions have just been settled."
