Wolf's tear

"The gentleman from room 12 bids half a world core!" The auctioneer stated loudly, with solemnness all over his face. Half a world core for a tribe of dark elves was truly an overkill. 

But Zick did not mind, soon the low grade world core would become useless to him. And he was going to get a lot of it after joining the fifth elder, as a disciple. 

'I should place the dark elves in the subterranean realm. That is an ideal place for them to grow, they will bring profit to me sooner or later.' Zick did not care about finances a lot, but he still considered whether these dark elves could bring him results equivalent to how much he paid. 

And the answer was apparent. 

The dark elves were quite precious in his eyes. They were being close to darkness, the amount of change in the world and experimental profits were optimal.