Plan B      

"Where are these recipes and blueprints now?" Ren asked, remaining calm amidst the storm in his mind. 

Without those recipes, his plans would take a heavy setback. He couldn't afford to have a deviation in his initial plan right now; he was pressed for time as it was.

Morgrimm closed his eyes for a moment before he said, "They've been distributed and are currently in the hands of the seven warlords."

"The seven warlords . . ." Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the information. 

He wasn't in the mood to travel and defeat these warlords. He didn't have the time to be journeying in the Netherworld and defeating every warlord just to complete the recipes.

His plan was to find Vanadon-Necroth's lair, get the recipes, and craft like crazy to auction all his items and pay Evie's debt.

But now . . .

Ren hadn't anticipated this setback at all.

At Ren's silence, Evie stared at him with worried eyes. "Ren . . ."