After sending off Wright and his group, Shi Ming returned to his captain's quarters with a bag full of Pure Dome Crystals.
'What a massive haul!'
'No wonder everyone says being a Hunter is profitable. Slaying a single A-rank Sea Beast and selling just the corpse brought in over forty Pure Dome Crystals. Talk about a huge return on investment. If I'd had the blood, wouldn't I have become filthy rich overnight?'
'But this isn't a method I can use often.'
Shi Ming had no intention of readily selling the A-rank blood to anyone else. 'In the Wandering Era, personal strength is what matters most! Besides, selling such high-level sea beasts one after another would undoubtedly draw unwanted attention.'
'The fear isn't a thief who steals, but one who covets.'
Having the Black Society and Lighthouse already on his tail was exhausting enough.
