Augmundu was very angry, as the future heir of the Iron Furnace Comrce, he couldn’t believe that there was a day he would be humiliated on his own turf.
In the past two days, he had visited the rcenary Guild repeatedly, hoping to et the suspected Holy Rank figure.
But unfortunately, his request ultimately went unfulfilled.
In the rcenary Guild, a Seventh Rank War Master with a similar realm as him ca to greet him, stating that the guest was currently researching alchemy and did not wish to be disturbed.
The na of the visitor, Augmundu also knew—the city’s people called him the War Fanatic Bruce.
Although the other party was rely a senior manager within the rcenary Guild, unlike himself who was already the successor of the Iron Furnace Comrce.
But given the fundantal strength disparity between the two organizations, the other’s status was not inferior to his at all.
After all, the Iron Furnace Comrce had only a certain influence in the Adren Kingdom.
While the rcenary Guild spanned the entire Erin Continent, the scale of the two was incomparable.
"Teacher, sorry, I still wasn’t able to et him..."
At the headquarters of the Iron Furnace Comrce, Augmundu bowed his head apologetically to his teacher.
Before him, an elder in a purple Magic Robe sat solemnly by a broad desk, sketching sothing on a Magic Scroll.
He was the president of the Iron Furnace Comrce, Riken Fox.
Fox said nothing, and Augmundu dared not speak, causing the room to plunge into an eerie silence.
After a long while, the Great Demon Master finally set down his pen, with a newly completed Seventh-Order Magic Scroll in hand.
"Actually, it’s not your fault; the stubborn ones at the rcenary Guild always fail to adapt. Since that individual could offer ten thousand Gold Coins, he would’ve certainly been designated as a guest of honor; if a guest doesn’t wish to be disturbed, naturally, you wouldn’t be able to et him."
Fox rolled up the completed scroll, packed it in a delicate small cylinder, and placed it on the dark yellow bookshelf beside him.
The dark yellow bookshelf was now filled with dozens of such scrolls, each containing a powerful Seventh-tier Magic, much like what he just created.
These Seventh-tier Magic scrolls could only be crafted by an Eighth Rank or higher-level Great Demon Master, each priced at least hundreds of Gold Coins.
With such a quantity of scrolls accumulated here, their value was more than just tens of thousands.
"Teacher, you’ve crafted ninety-six Seventh-order scrolls, what exactly are you making so many scrolls for...?"
On the side, unable to suppress his curiosity, Augmundu asked.
Fox gave him a deep look, and slowly said:
"Augmundu, you are not yet the president of the Iron Furnace Comrce; so matters are not for you to know yet, do not ask more."
Augmundu quickly lowered his head, speaking in a slightly fearful tone:
"Sorry, teacher, I was being presumptuous."
Fox shook his head slightly, not dwelling on the topic.
He turned around and gently caressed the scrolls on the shelf, his aged fingers running across each scroll, a peculiar shimr in his sowhat muddled eyes.
"Hehe, it’s close, less than a month left, the day is finally coming..."
Behind, Augmundu still had his head bowed, continuously speculating about his teacher’s intentions.
"Alright, go fetch my Holy Demon Crystal, we’re going to personally visit that Holy Rank guest."
Augmundu raised his head in surprise, asking with slight amazent:
"Teacher, you want to go personally? But, over at the rcenary Guild it seems..."
Fox chuckled, saying:
"Hehe, Augmundu, so I’ve told you, having great strength alone is not enough, there are many more things in this world that require you to learn, let’s go."
...
Adren Royal City, Tarata.
The southern market is one of the most prosperous districts in this city; people frequently buy, sell, transact, and even a dedicated information hub has ford here. If you want to inquire about any intelligence, you won’t go wrong coming here.
Today marks the thirteenth day since Zhang Xiaoman posted the quest.
At present, inside a tavern located in the southern district market, a group of people was gathered before a notice board discussing sothing.
Most people here, aside from the task’s amount, were nearly illiterate.
Reciting the information for the group was a man who appeared thin and frail; he is a resident bard here, and he earns so extra money by reading these ssages.
"The Royal Family has just issued an ergency bounty, recruiting a large number of rcenaries at the rcenary Association to partake in the northern war against the Beastn. The requirent is a level corresponding with low-level professionals. Once selected, one can beco a squad commander in the army, and receive a high reward after the war ends..."
The bard was reading the contents of the notice, but the gathered crowd was not happy about it.
"I know, I know, Harvey, I’ve heard this information countless tis now. I just want to know if the damn Royal Family published a specific reward list this ti. I don’t want to be deceived by those insidious and cunning nobles!"
"Yes! Harvey, skip ahead of that rubbish part; my ears are growing callouses!"
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