After making their rounds at the market, the small group of four gathered again, the atmosphere growing somewhat oppressive.
"Anglie," Lu Ya began to speak, "I think we still need to make a trip to those ruins. Just the floating stones we saw on the periphery are enough for us to make a hefty profit."
"You saw it too. With the Magic Stones we currently have, there's no way we can afford the Green Potion."
"It's too dangerous there." Anglie was the leader of the four-person team and the only Advanced Wizard Apprentice.
His body had once been burned by fierce flames. This not only marred his face but also made his voice hoarse, which was why Lu Ya usually handled their external communications.
"Specters roam around the ruins—they're the bane of Knights, and even Wizards don't have many ways to deal with them."
"I think..." Anglie advocated caution, "We should postpone it for now."
