The magic queen's dressing box (2)

Seemingly sensing Drogo's interest, Gleson simply threw the Spirit Gathering Box directly to him. He thought that if he gave the thing directly, Drogo wouldn't be able to refuse anymore. However, if he knew what Drogo was thinking, he would probably regret it to death.

Drogo caught the soul box, also known as the magic queen's dressing box, and had a bewildered expression on his face, but inside he was beaming with joy.

He had planned to bargain with Gleson a bit longer, putting on a show of rejecting the offer, even belittling it before ultimately accepting it. But he had not expected Gleson to be so straightforward and simply give it to him.

With so many thoughts racing through his mind, it felt like a stroke of luck that he did not have to exert any effort to obtain it. Drogo felt like he wanted to rush over and give Gleson a bear hug.

Gleson was a broad-minded person, and with the gift already given, there was no point in regretting it.

Drogo could feel that while Gleson's goal was to have him join the Magic Guild, his enthusiasm was genuinely heartfelt.

This made him somewhat moved. In his previous world, he had lived for 17 years without a true friend, and nobody had ever spoken to him sincerely. Every person he encountered seemed to be wearing a mask to hide their true thoughts.

But here, first with the little loli he met, and now with Gleson in front of him, he had an indescribable feeling of sincerity. Even the clothing shop owner Estelle, whom he had met earlier and didn't even really know, made him feel honest and straightforward. It seemed like a good feeling.

"Well, I'll call you bro then, Gleson."

Drogo said this offhandedly, although it did have a bit of formality, but it was mainly because Gleson's enthusiasm and sincerity had infected him.

"Haha, good. Since you're willing to be friends , you won't refuse to join our guild, right?"

Drogo chuckled. His main reason for refusing before was that he had sworn never to be controlled by anyone or any organization. But after Gleson explained the current situation of the Magic Guild, this concern was no longer an issue.

Almost only enjoying benefits without needing to fulfill any obligations, Drogo naturally wouldn't refuse such a good thing. In addition, he received a semi-divine artifact and was moved by Gleson's enthusiasm, so he agreed without hesitation.

"Of course, big brother is so good to me, it would be impolite of me to refuse," Drogo said.

With Drogo's agreement, Gleson was in a great mood. At this moment, he completely forgot about giving the Soul Gathering Box.

"Gleson," Drogo suddenly became serious, which startled Gleson.

"I want you to know, that I agreed to join the Mage Guild because of you, not because of the things you gave me," Drogo said.

Gleson, who had been a little worried, burst out laughing when he heard Drogo say this, "Are you looking down on big brother by saying that?"

Drogo shook his head, he wasn't being polite, he really wanted Gleson to understand that he didn't agree to join the Mage Guild because he coveted Gleson's things.

His finger moved quietly, and a magic core appeared in Drogo's hand. It wasn't a magic core he hunted in the King's Forest, but a 6th-grade fire attribute magic core that Matthew had put in the ring a long time ago.

Drogo had thought about giving Gleson a 7th-grade magic core directly, but after some consideration, he changed it to this 6th-grade one. It wasn't that Drogo was stingy, but he knew very well what a 7th-grade magic core represented. Although a 7th-grade magic core couldn't compare with the value of a semi-divine artifact, it was still something that ordinary families couldn't possess.

Giving Gleson a 7th-grade magic core would only give him a lot of trouble. In comparison, a 6th-grade one was much more normal. After all, as long as the financial resources were sufficient, a 6th-grade magic core could still be purchased, and there was an explanation for it.

"Gleson, your Soul Gathering Box has been very helpful for my cultivation. I'll just take it without being polite. And please do accept this gift from me."

As he spoke, Drogo stuffed the magic core into Gleson's hand.

"Haha, little brother, you're too polite. I still have some magic cores for cultivation, you should keep..."

Gleson had thought that Drogo's gift would be just an ordinary magic core, at best a third or fourth-order one. Although he didn't have many of these, he still had a few. However, before he could finish his sentence, the sensation from his hand made him immediately stunned.

That kind of fiery breath seemed to stir up his magic power, and Gleson suddenly looked down at his hand...