Chapter 1240 A potential windfall

Chapter 1240 A potential windfall

Sandwiched between four nymphs, a young man winced as he heard the communication crystal on his nightstand blow up. Startled from his slumber, the young man groggily reached out, fumbling for the crystal.

The four creatures of beauty and grace, stirred around him, all of them naked and exhausted from no doubt the previous night's activities. The young man also looked equally exhausted and did not have any mood to get out of the comfortable heaven, snuggled between soft luscious mounds.

However, the crystal continued to blare without mercy, its light piercing the dim tranquility of the room with urgent flashes.

Finally, his fingers clasped the cool, smooth surface of the communication crystal. He lifted it, the light casting strange, dancing shadows across the room. With a deep breath to steady his nerves and clear the fog of sleep, he activated the device.

Dante knew that it had to be important because only the managers of his multiple pill houses had access to this communication crystal.

"Report," he said, his voice still thick with sleep but underlined with an authority that suggested his slumbering companions were more than mere happenstance.

The voice that crackled from the crystal was tense and urgent. "Esteemed Grandmaster, we've encountered a pill on your list. Your guidance is needed immediately."

"Hmmm? What pill?" Dante replied with disinterest.

"A soul-healing pill."

Dante's demeanor shifted instantly at the mention of a soul-healing pill. His posture straightened, the fog of sleepiness disappearing as if it had never been.

Not only would he finally be able to get his hands on a soul-healing pill but he would also be able to get it cheap from some dumb naive country bumpkin of a third-grade world who came here to get his balls wet.

Dante's thoughts were interrupted by the bustling activity of the first island as many deviants swirled around him. He stepped out, his presence commanding immediate attention and respect.

However, he did not pay attention to anything as he headed straight for the pill house.

The pill house where the soul-healing pill awaited him was nestled in a quieter part of the island, a place where elites stood out from the more frivolous citizens of Nymphomania. As he approached the small building of his booming business, the guards recognized him instantly, parting to allow him entry without a word.

The old man hurried over to him with a respectful bow, not showing any of his former attitude. "Where is he?"

"He is in the back, esteemed Grandmaster."

"Has it been verified?" Dante asked immediately to which the old man nodded. "I was only able to confirm it somewhat with my limited knowledge. I did not inform anyone else."

"You did good."

Without waiting Dante hurried inside. He opened the door of the VIP room and saw the black-robed figure, inconspicuously sitting alone. His heart sped up in anticipation. This was it.

Please. Please. Please. Let it be real. He prayed inwardly and announced his arrival, only barely masking his desperation. "Hello there, Ash."

Wait Ash? Dante had been so busy and preoccupied with finally finding the pill that he did not pay attention to the name of the person.

Suddenly he felt a prickling sensation that something was wrong and at the same time, the black-robed figure lifted his head and smiled at him.