A while later, the old man came out and found Godfrey sitting on the roof. "Found a way to make money yet?"
Godfrey shot a glance at the old man, then turned away, ignoring him. There was no way he would allow this old man's words to make him feel worse. Right now, he had his own promise to account for. So much for hospitality.
He lowered his head to the core in his right hand. It formed right after Miquella died, although not as fast as he expected. It turned out not even completely erasing your foe could stop the formation of their cores.
His eyes narrowed.
The reflection of the core shimmered in his golden irises. This core belonged to a 33.0 Titled god; it would provide an immense boost to his knights, but if he wanted to unseal his next noble knight's door, Godfrey had to obtain cores for all his Alchemists.
