The sixth day.
Maxwell walked out of the national treasury with a satisfied and excited expression.
These six days were something very important to him.
After glancing back at the entrance of the national treasury and bidding the two guards farewell, he then left the area.
Inside the national treasury.
The spiritual herbs were practically emptied.
The ten-thousand-year-old upgrade metals had turned into a little pile no larger than a piece of cow turd. As for the one-thousand-year-old upgrade metals, they weren't even touched since those things were pretty much useless to Maxwell.
"Perverted!"
"Bandit! Pirate!"
"But I like it, hahaha…" Aaron's figure suddenly appeared. Looking at the empty spiritual herbs and upgrade metals consumed by Maxwell, he wasn't angry and started laughing instead. Recalling last night when Maxwell was crafting those long skeletal bones, his heart was once again shocked.
Alchemy techniques at the Grandmaster level.
