�You�re right. I am a bit brave. Thanks to that, I was able to determine the approximate number of remaining times it could be used, as well as its limits. What do you think? Friend, don�t you think you�re going to lose this drinking bet?�

Cale erased the Mercenary King�s nonsense from his mind and reached out.

Tap.

His hand landed on the cold black altar.

Cale then grabbed the jar with his other hand.

It was only the size of a small alcohol bottle.

Cale heard the thief�s voice at that moment.

� 3 Days, plus one day.

Cale picked up the jar.

There was a crack on the outside, but it was still fine.

� That is how long the dead mana that fills this black mountain can stand without exploding without the artifact.

Cale flinched at this story that he was hearing for the first time.

Three days.

The reason they needed to return the artifact within three days was to prevent this black mountain from exploding like an erupting volcano.

It was the time they had to prevent dead mana from flowing out of this exploding black mountain.

� This ancient artifact is an artifact for healing, as well as to calm the dead mana.

Cale had a single response once the thief finished speaking.

�Son of a bitch.�

�Why am I so unlucky?�

However, the corners of Cale�s lips were moving up.

He was not trying to heal a person, he was trying to restore a Dragon�s strength and extend his lifespan. It was bound to force the ancient artifact to use up a lot of strength.

� Create a fire over the ocean! Create a true sea of fire!

He ignored the excited comment of the cheapskate.

The hand on the altar started to move. JrNovels.com