Wilbur sighed. "I told you Vicks killed himself, didn't I? Do you believe me now?"
He got back into his van, driving across the border of Moda and Kosanto, finally returning to Diseya.
Back in his hotel room, Wilbur entered his demiplane. The encounter with Devon and the others on the way here had caused two and a half hours to tick by, and there was only half an hour left on the timer.
Seeing as there was still a bit of time, Wilbur put all the items he had gotten from the auction into the Dragon's Altar one by one. His grace points increased as the pale flames shot up, and he got a total of four thousand grace points.
"Four thousand?"
Wilbur gasped. "That means I'm still a thousand grace points away. Does that mean I'm going to have to give up on the Dragon's Breath?"
The thought disappointed Wilbur immensely, and he stumbled backward. He found himself tripping over a huge rock and turned to see the last ore he bid sitting there silently.
Wilbur lit up at once. "Oh man, I nearly forgot about you!"
He squatted down to heave the three-hundred-kilogram hunk of ore up, before putting it into the Dragon's Altar. The pale flames shot up, and Wilbur prayed with all his might that he would get a thousand grace points out of it.
He looked up at the hourglass when the flames disappeared: Nineteen thousand grace points.
Wilbur widened his eyes in shock and disbelief. It was important to note that all the items before had only gotten him a total of four thousand grace points, but this huge rock had gotten him five thousand in one go.
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