"Understood." Ian put away the Token.
He took a leather pouch from his Dimension Ring and placed it on the table.
The pouch opened to reveal exactly one thousand neatly arranged High Level Magic Stones.
Each one emanated pure Energy fluctuations.
Derek swept his Spiritual Power over them and confirmed everything was in order.
"A pleasure doing business with you, Lord Gray Moon."
"Likewise."
Ian stood up, ready to leave.
As he reached the door, Derek suddenly spoke.
"Is this your first time going to the Central Continent, Lord Gray Moon?"
"Yes."
"Then... I wish you good luck." Derek's voice held a complicated tone.
"The Central Continent is completely different from the East Coast."
"It's larger and more prosperous, but also... more brutal."
"Thank you." Ian nodded and walked out the door.
After leaving the Giant Sail Alliance, Ian didn't wander around the port.
He walked along the street for twenty minutes and found a remote inn on the west side of the port.
