My System Increases My power Every Day Without Missions and Levelling Chapter 150: Not Important

"The barbarian tribe is asking for help?" Richard felt like he’d misheard sothing.

"City Lord, they occasionally ask for assistance—such as requesting antidotes or help in crafting artifacts or weapons. These are things they can’t do themselves. This ti, the barbarian chief is seeking a rare antidote for his wife and is willing to pay any price," Arthur explained.

"What’s the na of their tribe?" Richard asked.

"The Red Bear Tribe," Arthur replied.

"Alright, tell their chief to co here with his wife. I’ll help remove the poison from her," Richard ordered.

Arthur was slightly startled by that.

"City Lord, the antidote is extrely rare and can only be purchased in the capital. It’s also very expensive," he said.

"No need. My power can handle it," Richard replied, waving his hand, signaling Arthur to go inform the tribe.

Richard thought this wouldn’t be too difficult with his Sacred Fla.

The reason he was interested was because the tribe supposedly possessed an artifact capable of gathering Aether—a kind of Star Wheel.

They usually sold a portion of the Aether they collected in exchange for items they lacked.

Richard waited inside his castle, unsure when they would arrive.

But before long, he suddenly saw Master Alex appear before the castle, wearing a bright smile.

"Master Alex..." Richard greeted him first, wondering what he had obtained from the Goldwood Clan.

When the old man reached him, he suddenly pulled out a pair of silver gloves.

"Each of us gets one," he said, handing the left one to Richard.

"What’s this?" Richard asked instinctively as he accepted it, confused.

He could sense a faint power from the gloves but wasn’t sure of their purpose.

He figured they weren’t ant to enhance one’s physical strength.

If they were, he didn’t need them. His Dragon Fist was already more than powerful enough—it was so strong that he didn’t need an artifact to boost it.

"This isn’t sothing that’ll enhance your strength. You could say its purpose isn’t about power at all," Master Alex said.

"Then what is it for?"

Richard wasn’t obsessed only with strength—if sothing was useful, he naturally liked it.

"Here, look..." Master Alex put the glove on his hand.

Right before Richard’s eyes, he then touched one of the castle’s pillars.

The result surprised Richard greatly.

The gloved hand actually passed through the pillar—or more precisely, it phased into it, as if the solid structure were made of mist, smoke, or light.

"That’s its ability—it can penetrate anything. It conceals a trace of spatial power. At least for , I need it for certain tasks," Master Alex explained.

Richard didn’t know what to say.

To him, his Void Elent already did sothing far superior.

It could envelop his entire body, not just his hands.

"Sister Lisa, this is for you!" Richard said, handing the glove to Sister Lisa, who wasn’t far behind him. She had followed him ever since he went to et Master Alex.

"You...?" Master Alex was taken aback by Richard’s decision.

But clearly, he couldn’t find words to comnt.

"By the way, Master Alex, earlier today I received a letter from Ethan..." Richard changed the topic, explaining about the letter and his reply, then asked the old man to tell him more about Ethan.

As for the bounty on his head, Richard was too lazy to discuss it with soone he didn’t fully trust yet.

Besides, he had already spread the rumor that it was just a hoax made up by Prince Charles.

"Richard, I need to tell you—Ethan isn’t soone easy to deal with. He may not have been born with a top-tier talent, but his developnt truly resembles that of one. It’s sothing very rare. I haven’t seen him in a long ti, but from what I know, within the Order of the Crimson Veil, his influence is extrely strong. If he really needs Sterling, then he’ll probably grant your request," Master Alex said.

"However, you must realize—he probably sees you as a thorn in his side. I know very well how much he hates situations like this, but a brat like you trying to extort him? Isn’t that quite the ridiculous joke to him?" Master Alex laughed.

"The only reason he’s holding back is because of the woman who helped you fight the Lord of Crimson Veil. He’s probably trying to figure out just how strong she really is..."

As he said that, Master Alex gave Richard a curious look.

He was clearly intrigued by the strength of the Queen of the Fire Spirits.

People only knew that she had easily rendered the Lord of Crimson Veil helpless—forcing him to cut off his own arm just to keep his body from burning to ashes.

But no one had been able to determine her exact level of power.

Richard only smiled without saying anything.

"Well then, boy, I’ll take my leave," Master Alex said when he saw that Richard wasn’t going to reply.

With that, he flew into the sky at high speed.

Richard returned to the castle.

"Richard, is this really for ?" Sister Lisa asked in disbelief as she held the glove.

Indeed, it could still be used by ordinary humans—as long as it was supplied with Spirit Energy.

Of course, as a Sky Armor Knight, Sister Lisa could channel energy from her armor instead.

"Just keep it. I don’t need it. If I hold onto it, I’ll probably forget about it anyway," Richard replied with a smile.

Sister Lisa finally nodded, examining the glove with curiosity.

"I’ll head to my room first," she said before leaving.

Richard stayed in the living room, waiting for the Red Bear Tribe to arrive.

They would probably need a long journey, so it might take a while.

Occasionally, he walked around the castle out of boredom.

anwhile, far from the Holy Star Kingdom, atop a massive red mountain radiating an unending oppressive aura—yet filled with countless luxurious castles and beautiful gardens—Prince Charles and several n his age were gathered in one of the gardens, drinking and enjoying the sight of young maidens dancing.

All of those n possessed extraordinary status.

They were either young masters from powerful clans or sons of high-ranking mbers of the Order of the Crimson Veil, but Prince Charles still stood above them all.

His background wasn’t the only reason. After all, within the Order of the Crimson Veil, there were many powerful factions. The reason he was recognized as number one among the younger generation was because of his unmatched talent and overwhelming strength.

Here, their conversations mostly revolved around cultivation or famous figures from outside the Eastern Territory—beautiful won from other regions or even other continents.

No one ntioned Lilith, though it wasn’t because she wasn’t exceptional. In fact, even across the Land of Humans, Lilith was among the most outstanding of her age.

However, everyone knew that Prince Charles was still burning with humiliation over her engagent—to an eight-year-old boy.

It was a massive disgrace for him.

As everyone chatted away, an eagle suddenly landed on one of the n’s arms, carrying a letter.

No one paid much attention—it was common for mbers of the Order to receive ssages from afar due to their vast influence.

But the man’s expression changed drastically as he read the letter, drawing everyone’s curiosity.

"Leo, what news did you get?" soone asked.

When questioned, Leo turned to look at Charles with an odd expression, causing the latter to furrow his brows.