"Thanks." Drake's grin widened as he looked at Corvin. He then reached into his storage band again. He pulled out yet another Rank 11 beast core and several Rank 10 beast cores, stuffing them all into Corvin's arms. "Brother, you don't have to be polite or embarrassed with me. If anything comes up, just tell me. I'll help you." With his arms full of beast cores, Corvin felt dizzy. "Drake, you're incredible." Whoever claims Drake is difficult clearly has no idea. He is amiable, generous, and downright wholesome. Corvin was touched enough that he nearly got emotional. "I've gotta run. But remember what I told you. There are scammers all over the lightcore. They start out acting friendly, then casually ask questions, bit by bit, until they figure out who you are. And then they trap you. Don't fall for that. Don't give strangers the truth." Drake nodded earnestly. "I understand. I'll be careful." Corvin seemed honest and sincere. Drake took his warning seriously.Once Corvin left, Drake immediately opened his lightcore and replied to Embrace of the Moon. 'I get it. I know what to do now.' His exchange with Corvin proved that giving gifts really did work. He'd simply overthought it before. He noticed the earlier message asking what rank he was. Remembering Corvin's warning, Drake typed with caution. 'Rank 10.' On the other end, Silas saw the reply and arched his brow. A Rank 10 who can casually hand out that many Rank 11 beast and insect cores? Whoever he is, he definitely isn't from Central Planet. No Rank 10 therian clan here has members throwing around treasures like that. So, someone from the Four Domains? Aside from Marcus, who else in the Four Domains is that extravagantly wealthy? Silas, as Embrace of the Moon, replied, 'Are you a therian from the Four Domains? Which clan?' Drake read the message and frowned. The guy really was probing.Corvin's warning echoed again. 'Frostveil Wolf Clan.' Drake simply answered. Since Embrace of the Moon already suspected the Four Domains, and within those Domains, the only ones capable of gifting so many Rank 11 cores were Marcus or himself, Drake simply threw out Marcus' identity to misdirect him. "Heh." Silas stared at the reply, then let out a sharp laugh. The Frostveil Wolf Clan? In that clan, the only ones with that level of wealth were Marcus and the Wolf King himself. But the Wolf King lived away from his sworn brothers, so such relationship troubles didn't even apply. So is it Marcus? But when has their relationship supposedly soured? … The next morning, Marcus stepped out of Emma's room. The moment he came downstairs, he spotted Silas. "Marcus." Silas called to him first."What's going on?" Marcus paused, looking at him. "Got a moment? I want to talk," Silas said. Marcus had time, so he nodded. "Sure, what's this about?" Before Silas could answer, Drake stepped out of his own room. "Perfect, you're both here." Drake immediately pulled out the gifts he'd prepared the night before. "Thanks for taking care of me lately. These are for you." "Gifts?" Marcus stared at him, stunned. What the hell's gotten into this guy? Why is he handing out gifts out of nowhere? "Did you take the wrong medication?" He eyed the gift box suspiciously. You took the wrong medication. Drake held back his comment. He was sure that Marcus was out to get him. Every time he saw Marcus, his expression made him feel unwanted. But for Emma's sake, he suppressed his irritation and said calmly, "I didn't take anything wrong. These are sincere thank-you gifts." Marcus opened the box. When he saw the Rank 11 beast cores inside, his brow shot up. This Drake is definitely acting off today. "Well, I'll take it." Rank 11 beast cores weren't something you refused, not even out of pride. Marcus accepted them without hesitation. Silas gave Drake a long, assessing look. Under that stare, Drake felt a prickle at the back of his neck. "Silas, you got a problem?" Drake asked. What is with that look? I am just trying to give presents and make peace. There is nothing suspicious. "No problem at all," Silas said with an easy smile. "Thanks for the gift. I'll accept it." "As long as you don't mind," Drake replied, smiling back. "You two carry on. I'll head to the kitchen. I'm going to learn breakfast from Kieran." As soon as Drake disappeared into the kitchen, Marcus leaned toward Silas and whispered, "Is his mental power deteriorating again? He's acting weird today."Silas shot him a look, said nothing, and turned away. Seeing him walk off, Marcus quickly asked—