5 or 6 million gold? If such words came from anyone else, Lawrence wouldn’t believe them. But who is Demontre Sagul? Putting aside his real position in the auction house, just recalling the looks all the clients gave him back then is enough to understand.

Demontre Sagul hands the contract to one of his employees along with some words, then returns to where Lawrence is and they chat amicably.

“Do you know why this pill is only effective up to level 800?”

From his expression, Lawrence knows this question holds a deeper meaning. He shakes his head, allowing him to continue.

“Until they prove their Way, level eight hundred will be the limit, both for that refiner and for you and any other hunter.”

Lawrence frowns, does this mean that without a way one cannot continue to level up? He was about to ask about it when someone knocks on the door.

Demontre Sagul’s demeanor changes and he smiles. “Lawrence, I hope this isn’t a goodbye. We’d really like to learn more about the refiner you represent. I’ve heard some things, so I’ve decided to intervene. Go with that man, consider this the kick-off to a close relationship between you both.”

Lawrence is puzzled, still unsure what this man is scheming, but he politely says his goodbyes. No one must know that his sacred magic is just a facade.

He has many questions on his mind, but decides to put them aside for now. As he leaves the room, an auction house employee was waiting for him, Lawrence follows him until they stop in front of a very special door. On each side of it, two guards.

“This gift was prepared with much consideration, hoping that none of today’s events reach the ears of the client.”

The employee opens the door and pleasantly surprises Lawrence.

“You can do whatever you wish with it, nothing will leave this room. Once again, I reaffirm, our Violet Twilight auction house only harbors good intentions towards you.”

The man gestures towards the guards and they all bid farewell to Lawrence, after which they leave the area.

“Hahaha.”

His desire for revenge against this auction house diminishes more every second. His hatred is now solely focused on that man, with the others, he will likely do nothing. Today, he feels magnanimous.

Upon entering and then closing the door, he hears screams that were previously muffled by the magic formation inside the room.

“Release me! Bastards! Don’t you know who I am?!”

Cheerfully, Lawrence approaches the gift and removes the blindfold from its eyes.

“You?!”

“The paths of life are unpredictable. Today’s queen may be tomorrow’s pawn, don’t you agree…? Receptionist!”

That beautiful receptionist who struck terror among the others, who enjoyed the authority to discriminate between right and wrong, who was about to take the life of the man in front of her.

Today, she is nothing more than a gift to appease Lawrence’s anger.

“Did you do this?”

The woman regains her confidence seeing that the criminal is none other than that lowly servant. “Release me right now, trash! Do it and I might consider just crippling you, you can regain your level if you’re willing to pay the price.”

Such words probably did not come from her, she heard them from someone else. But from whom? That is the question.

Lawrence frees her from her chains, and the receptionist stands up proudly from the ground. After fixing her hair, her expression changes completely. In a fraction of a second, she hits the servant in his stomach, causing him infinite pain.

She will forgive him, but only after removing his manhood and damaging his body for life!

“Eh?”

But she is surprised to see that the servant remains standing after receiving her blow. Not only that, her strength… What happened to it? Forget the fraction of a second, her blow seemed like that of an ordinary person. Nothing more than that.

“N- No, it can’t be!”

Lawrence smiles as he sees the receptionist in despair.

He holds her by the neck and whispers in her ear, “Who do you think neutralized your level?”

The receptionist freezes, quickly realizing something and begins to tremble.

He smiles cheerfully. “That’s right, you made a mistake. Your error will cost you your life.”

“N- No, please. I- I have a close relationship with a client, if you agree, I can get a large sum in exchange for my life. I- I’ll do anything, p- please don’t, I- I have a family. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Oh~ The bitch started crying.”

Her tremors increase in intensity as she continues talking, until at some point she can no longer contain her tears. Lawrence is so pleased to see this that he cannot help but mock her to her face.

The receptionist can’t speak, her labored breathing doesn’t allow it.

When she hears Lawrence click his tongue, she immediately becomes alarmed. “N- No, W- Wait!”

“Get out, I have other plans for you.”

“Huh? Help! I don’t want to die! Please–!”

Her words are forcibly interrupted. A strange magic swallows her body completely, until she disappears without a trace.

Lawrence looks around and feels satisfied, adjusts his clothes, and leaves the room just as he entered, calm and casually. Through one of the corridors, he finds a staircase and after descending, he sees one of the guards waiting for him.

For a moment the guard watches him in silence and then says: “The uproar outside has been contained, but it is preferable that the sir accompanies me.”

“I understand.”

Both walk through the hallways until they come across a dead end. The guard spreads his mana through the walls, ancient symbols come together forming a magic formation. Seconds later a hidden passage appears.

“Sir, we hope to see you again.”

Lawrence nods and walks away through the new path, after advancing a few meters, the entrance disappears and the hallway returns to normal.

“Did that man hide his level?”

The guard has serious suspicions. This would explain how that man was able to neutralize one of their own and murder that receptionist without having leveled up.

“A magic artifact capable of evading the gazes of higher-ups… I must report this.”

At the same time, Lawrence finds the exit and covers his appearance with a hood, only then does he dare to set foot outside.

“I must return as soon as possible, I’ve lost too much time in this place.”

Those following him must be furious. They were hired to track him and have failed miserably, if he were to do something important and they are not there to witness it, their job will be the least of their concerns!

Lawrence knows that the firing of his pursuers is a matter that concerns both, because if it were to happen, the next followers would not be so lenient with him. If he wants this situation to continue, he must not cause them too much trouble.

After crossing the portal, he returns to Agares City with his face uncovered. After walking a certain distance, Lawrence feels chills on his back.

He swallows and says to the air: “I need privacy from time to time, I hope you understand.”

No one responds to his words, but his chill lessens in intensity.

Lawrence arrives at his home without any further inconvenience than this.

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Although he does not want it, he must test the patience of his pursuers. A week has passed and he must meet with his women to learn of their progress. Additionally, in a lesser priority, he must gather a mother and her son.

“This guy is preparing to enter a portal, get ready!”

Lawrence wants to believe that these men will give him some alone time, that they won’t follow him to the ends of the world… That is what he least appreciates.

Lawrence grits his teeth. ‘These bastards! It’s just an escape for a few hours, a man needs his space!’

Despite hiding his identity, one of them manages to recognize him and follows him at great speed. If it were another, then only seconds would suffice to capture him, but Lawrence? Ha!

“Where is he?!”

The pursuer stops and looks around.

“Damn!”

He continues the pursuit despite losing his target, only two paths lie ahead, one of them must be the answer to the dilemma. Meanwhile, Lawrence lies comfortably on a sofa in his mansion. Minutes later he returns to the Divine Plane and takes an incomprehensible journey before reaching his destination.

No need to wait for the door to open, he has the keys.

Inside, three women were waiting for him.

Coldness Divine crosses her legs and snorts. “By your words, I didn’t think you’d come looking for us on the seventh day.”

She doesn’t show it, but she is glad to see him again.

All of them know that their husband is under strict surveillance, that he must find an opportunity to shake them off and reach them, a feat difficult to achieve against expert watchers. But Lawrence did it, for them.

“I thought the same, I’d let them rest for a while before escaping, but something came up. Let’s go back to the Inferior Plane, you’ll understand once we’re there.”

They enter through the Dimensional Rift with curiosity, except for Serene Will, who remains as serene as her name. Lawrence notices her demeanor and clicks his tongue, this woman reads his mind at the worst times.

In the Inferior Plane, Lawrence guides them through the mansion until they reach a certain room. The very one that he, Serene Will, and Sky Petal had personally created for a singular purpose.

“Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!!”

To imprison their enemies.

Sky Petal isn’t curious about such things, she always lets the other speak about it and very rarely will she take the initiative, but Coldness Divine is different.

“Who is this woman?”

She doesn’t care about what others might think, she offends anyone who does not know their place.

Lawrence approaches her and embraces her from behind, “This is my gift to you, do you like it?”

Coldness Divine frowns, not understanding, but then, she realizes the excessive level of this imprisoned woman.

“Hahaha, I like it.”

For an entire week, she has been leveling up with the help of Serene Will and Sky Petal, facing enemies she would not normally confront. All their efforts resulted in Coldness Divine’s current level, level 397.

If she uses the gift from her husband, how much will her level rise?

“I think you’ll like to hear her story, why don’t you tell us, Lawrence?”

Serene Will’s words bring Coldness Divine back to her senses and hit Lawrence like a bucket of cold water.

“I knew you read my mind, but I didn’t think it would go that far, tsk… because of that bitch I almost lost my life.”

Reluctantly, he explains what happened in the Violet Twilight auction house.

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