The only thing that comforted Lann was that he had earned a considerable amount of gold in this period.
So although Master Blacksmith Tuer Butcher charged a high price, paying him didn't strain his finances.
"You have skills, certainly you wouldn't want to farm, but you disdain robbery and highway theft. Yet people need to eat."
Lann recalled the words from a movie he had seen before, and for a moment he felt deeply resonant.
But immediately, the young man shook his head fiercely.
What's wrong with needing to eat?
Do I still need to pay for my food now?
Walking on the street, Lann glanced back at the magnificent and delicate Airetusa Academy that stood on the isolated island by the sea, smirking.
Hah, simply can't talk to those who need to earn their own meal money.
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In the dean's bedroom at midnight, Margaret lay exhausted on the soft big bed, falling into a deep sleep.
Lann's cat eyes gleamed subtly in the dark night.
