From MC's perspective:
Treasure Pavilion,
"We apologize to you guys on behalf of Treasure Pavilion's incompetence. To make up for your hard work, we will compensate you," The white-bearded old man said in a kind tone.
My eyes glead with a twinkle. This gesture was unexpected. But I like it very much. I hope their compensation will be higher than the mission rewards.
Pete Brown and Sean Horton showed surprised expressions on their faces. The uneasiness in their heart is completely swept by this gesture.
The old man with rimd glasses and old n with obese bodies stood silent without making any comnts. They were supportive of this decision.
Seeing the eased expression on three of the young wizards. The white-bearded old man sighed in relief in his heart. Now He feels the relationship can be redeed.
"We can go to our office. Those rogue wizards have retreated all of a sudden. I believe there will be no other attack any ti soon," After saying that, he guided everyone to his office.
anwhile, the remaining staff was treating the wounded. The wizards from the nearby street began to step in. They were learning about the overall situation.
Before no one was willing to co in because of fierce confrontation. The nearby shop owners were in a state of panic. Now the dust has settled. Everyone wanted to inquire about the details imdiately.
On the other hand, the white-bearded old man ca to his office. Seeing that we followed him to his room.
After entering inside, my eyes scanned the surroundings. Seeing the small paintings and design patterns on the wall. I imdiately got the aesthetic feelings.
The bearded old man sat on his seat and opened the drawer. In front of everyone's gazes, he picked up the tal box from the drawer.
Then my attention shifted back to the tal box. I see Sean and Pete also looking at the tal box with burning eyes. Suddenly, I feel sour in my heart.
Because I contributed the most to the killings. Before I could think further. I see him opening the tal box. Then I see a fist-size mana stone in it.
The next mont, I sensed the wave of pure mana coming from the mana stone. My heart set off storms. This mana stone is a higher-grade one.
"What big handwriting?" I looked toward the white-bearded old man in disbelief. I can see that he doesn't want any of us to harbor hatred against the Treasure Pavilion.
I appreciated his cautious approach in my heart. But again, I observed Sean and Pete's expressions. These guys are getting it for nothing.
And I don't want to speak against them without knowing their backgrounds.
As I expected the white-bearded old man gave us the top-grade mana stone each. I directly placed it inside my storage bracelet.
I already know how to make good use of it. When I get the next breakthrough opportunity. I will use this top-grade mana stone.
At least this trip did not end in vain.
"Once again, I thank you, guys, for your effort. And I will send the mission completion report back to your academy. Now you guys can leave without worry," The white-bearded old man said.
"Finally," I muttered in my heart. This was the sentence I have waited to hear. Now, I can go back to the academy and make a plan for the 3rd trial.
Pete Brown nodded at
before leaving the room. Sa with Sean Horton. Sean Horton seems to be a man of small words. But he expressed his gratitude before leaving.
When I decided to leave as well. I heard words from behind.
"Young mage Vincent, wait up." The white-bearded old man said it in a hurried voice.
Hearing that, I paused my movents and turned toward him.
I raised my eyebrows in confusion.
Before I could ask, the white-bearded old man said, "Young mage Vincent, I know among the three you have contributed the most. So I would like to compensate you with additional rewards."
A quick glint flashes in my eyes. This is what they call pie falling from the sky. Just as I'm brooding over the unfairness, the old man brought
the surprise.
The white-bearded old man asked, "What do you want?"
Hearing that my mind was occupied with a lot of thoughts in an instant. "Special relic," I blurted out what was in my heart.
Gasp!
The obese old man exclaid in surprise. "No way!"
"Are you serious?" The obese old man asked.
Even the old man with rimd glasses finds it outrageous. He asked, "Do you know how rare the special relic is?"
"Even in this entire capital city, the special relics can be counted in numbers," he added further.
My heart skips a beat. I asked for a special relic, not a super relic. Then I suddenly realized sothing. Not many wizards know about the existence of the Super relic.
So even considered it a myth. After gaining so clarity, I realized it was a mistake.
anwhile, the white-bearded old man pondered deeply. He recalled so valuable magic collections in his mind. He too felt that the young mage's words were too much.
But soon he rembered an important item in his collections. Thinking about it, he felt it was suitable to give it back to young mage Vincent.
"Wait for
here," After saying that, he got up from the seat and left the room.
Seeing that I stopped asking. I don't know whether he is going to bring sothing or not. The old man with rimd glasses and the old man with an obese body remained silent.
Several minutes later,
The white-bearded old man ca back again. After sitting on the seat, he placed the red bottle on the table.
"What is this?" My gaze fell on the bottle. A red color liquid is stored inside it.
anwhile, the old man with rimd glasses widened his eyes in disbelief. He imdiately recognized the bottle. This red color liquid is nothing less than that of super relics or other magic treasures.
Because the red color liquid cos under the potion category. Even the old man with an obese body was startled.
My eyes quickly caught their expression. Before I could ask. The white-bearded old man said, "This unknown potion was found at one of the old ruins. This red liquid can slightly improve the mana affinity of a wizard."
"I believe this potion item is not less than that of any relics," he added further.
"Affinity," My eyes glead with a twinkle. The affinity of a wizard is related to his talent. Higher talent than higher affinity.
But what's with this red potion? For a mont, I beca hesitant. If I take this unknown potion, there is no guarantee that it will work.
Considering the potion is a product of an old era. The potion might have beco a waste. A trace of apprehension appeared in my eyes.
"This old fox," I furrowed my eyebrows. No wonder he is giving
this thing just like that. It may or may not work. Keeping the bitterness in my heart. I accepted the red potion.
They won't give any valuable relics. Then after bidding goodbye to them. I left the room right away.
Right after, the three old n looked at each other and laughed.
anwhile, I see the destruction clearly after walking out. The whole glass building had taken the brunt. The glass walls were broken completely.
Then I shifted my attention back to the staff. I see many healers treating the wounded. And the other staff were taking account of the piled-up corpses.
"Sigh," I let out a deep sigh before walking out of the broken gate.
Seeing the flying cab in the street. I imdiately got inside. Then I told the cab driver about my destination.
"Swish"
The air cab rose from the ground and moved toward the Yellow River Academy.
Shortly after, another figure walked out from the hideout. He is none other than Clifton Cox.
Looking at the disappearing sight of a flying cab. His expression turned ugly. But when his gaze turned toward the destroyed pavilion building. A hint of fear flashes in his eyes.
The next mont, he instructed his lackey to group together. Clifton made up his mind to return to the academy. He doesn't want to waste any more ti.
The Battle here caught him off guard. Clifton wanted to flee earlier. But because of the rogue wizards' appearance. He didn't want to be caught in the middle. At that ti, he instructed his lackeys to hide. Then he hid as well.
Seeing the aftermath, he feared that rogue wizards might appear again. So imdiately moved away from the vicinity of Treasure Pavilion.
On the other hand, the white-bearded old man is discussing with two other old n. In regards to how to deal with the aftermath. Because there is no sign of the appearance of authority yet.
But just before he could relax, he felt fierce mana coming toward the Pavilion.
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