Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 295: Chapter 15 Fishing

Richard stood by the window, silently raising his bid sign.

Just seconds before, Ulysses had confirmed that the item up for auction was the very Star Vengeful Ghost Power Furnace he had encountered previously.

“What a surprise, those ghost craftsmen masters have actually created something new after all these years.”

Ulysses watched the Star Vengeful Ghost Power Furnace on the auction stage, unable to resist exclaiming.

Richard glanced at him and asked casually,

“Why, isn’t it normal for craftsmen to improve things?”

“No, that’s not it. You have no idea how rigid the creatures that make this thing can be,” Ulysses explained. “The Star Vengeful Ghost Power Furnace comes from the Monster World’s deceitful ghost craftsmen.

Those ghost craftsmen are innate rule creatures, with lifespans that are nearly eternal, so their thinking is extremely stiff.

I’ve been dealing with them for three or four epochs, and I’ve never seen them come up with anything new.”

“Eternal life?” exclaimed Richard. “Are there such unreasonable races in this world?”

“Nearly eternal,” Ulysses corrected. “The lifespan of these ghost craftsmen is bound to the Deceitful Great World. As long as the Deceitful Great World doesn’t perish, they won’t die.

The lifespan of a great world can practically be called eternal compared to us creatures.

Secondly, this nearly eternal life is not without a price.

The individual number of ghost craftsmen is set. Only when one ghost craftsman chooses to die will a new ghost craftsman be born in the Deceitful Great World.

Moreover, these ghost craftsmen cannot leave the Monster World throughout their lives; the World Barrier is for them an insurmountable wall of sighs.

With that coupled with their eternal life, they are practically imprisoned.

It’s just that their prison is a bit larger.”

After listening, Richard sighed and thought to himself that nothing good in this world comes for free.

Everything granted by fate had a price set in secret.

“Guest number twelve bids 5,500 Magic Essence; does any Master wish to bid higher?”

Brown surveyed the entire hall; all the wizards remained motionless.