Chapter 117: Selling

Helag felt a bit melancholic. Even if he risked his life to become a formal wizard, he’d only have a lifespan of 300 years, which was still shorter than Gami’s.

Elves naturally had long lifespans, far exceeding humans.

Some were born into privilege, while others were born into hardship.

Larry removed his goggles, washed up briefly, and poured coffee for both of them.

“Sit down.”

They sat at a small round table, and Larry began, “Let me update you on recent events.”

“The war between Moonlight Forest and Green Hut is officially over. Both sides are now negotiating post-war terms.”

“Do you know who ended the war? Someone you know.”

Larry took a sip of coffee.

Helag was puzzled. “Someone I know?”

In his mind, only Malcolm could influence the war’s outcome, but Larry didn’t know about his connection to Malcolm. So, it had to be someone else.

It couldn’t be Larry, who rarely left Moonlight Forest.

“Who could it be?” Helag thought for a while but couldn’t figure it out.

Larry smiled and slowly said, “Fegal.”

“Fegal?”

Helag quickly recalled Fegal’s cold, expressionless face.

“How could it be him?”

As far as Helag remembered, Fegal was a second-level wizard apprentice with a meager aptitude of five, making it nearly impossible for him to advance to a third-level apprentice. How could someone like Fegal influence the war?

“He’s now a formal wizard,” Larry revealed, shocking Helag.

“A formal wizard?!” Helag was stunned.

With an aptitude of seventy-five and Deep Blue’s assistance, Helag was only a third-level apprentice, still far from becoming a formal wizard.

Fegal, with an aptitude of just five, had become a formal wizard.

Larry nodded. “Yes, envious? Once you know his story, you won’t be.”

…

Larry explained Fegal’s story, and Helag understood.

After joining Green Hut, Fegal quickly caught Malcolm’s eye—not for his wizard aptitude, but as an excellent test subject.

Since joining Green Hut, Fegal endured hellish days, subjected to various torturous experiments by Malcolm.

But Fegal not only survived but grew stronger.

Seeing this, Malcolm became even more interested, continuing the experiments even during the war.

During the war’s peak, Fegal silently advanced to a formal wizard and successfully ambushed Malcolm.

Malcolm was severely injured, and Fegal immediately fled Green Hut.

This triggered a chain reaction, with two more formal wizards defecting from Green Hut.

The war’s tide turned, with Malcolm, the main instigator, gravely injured.

Many in Green Hut had opposed the war, and with Malcolm injured, the peace faction quickly gained control.

The war gradually ceased, with Malcolm still recovering and Fegal’s whereabouts unknown.

Despite Malcolm’s efforts to hunt him down, Fegal remained elusive.

“How did Fegal, even as a formal wizard, manage to severely injure Malcolm? How did he do it?” Helag found it hard to believe.

Malcolm was a powerful first-level wizard, and Fegal, newly advanced, shouldn’t have been able to severely injure him, even with a sneak attack.

Larry shook his head. “Only they know the details. No one else knows what happened.”

It was indeed puzzling, as Malcolm hadn’t revealed any specifics.

Helag couldn’t figure it out and decided to let it go since it didn’t concern him.

He took out a Dragon Beard Grass from his spatial ring. “Teacher, what do you think of this?”

Larry’s eyes lit up. “This Dragon Beard Grass is of excellent quality.”

He picked it up and examined it closely.

Once uprooted, Dragon Beard Grass became ordinary grass, losing its aggressiveness.

Replanting it would soon restore its vitality.

“What’s the market price for this?” Helag asked.

“This quality of Dragon Beard Grass goes for 120 magic stones each. It’s a valuable item, not easy to obtain,” Larry praised.

“I have five more. Do you want them, Teacher Larry?” Helag displayed the remaining Dragon Beard Grass, keeping one for himself.

He wouldn’t need Dragon Beard Grass anytime soon, so selling it for magic stones to buy other resources was better.

Larry said, “Looks like you had quite an adventure. Sure, I’ll buy them at market price. I need them anyway.”

Larry understood Helag’s intention to sell through him for safety.

He was happy to help, as these items were hard to come by.

Helag then took out other potion materials. “Teacher, what about these?”

Larry’s eyes widened. “Did you raid someone’s potion garden?”

Helag scratched his head and laughed. “No, I found them along the way.”

“I’ll take them all, but the price will be slightly lower than the market rate. You understand why. Let me calculate. Including the Dragon Beard Grass, that’s 3,765 magic stones.”

Larry planned to resell most of the materials to Moonlight Forest for a profit, keeping some for himself.

Helag didn’t mind the lower price, prioritizing safe transactions.

Selling them himself could fetch a higher price but involved significant risk.

Larry, as his teacher, deserved to earn a bit more.

Larry, wealthy as he was, paid the 3,765 magic stones on the spot.

Helag’s spatial ring, previously crowded, now felt empty after selling the materials.

Seeing the pile of magic stones in his ring, Helag finally felt a bit wealthy.

Previously, he had to toil for a single magic stone, but now selling a high-grade potion material earned much more.

Larry, a potion master, earned money at a pace Helag couldn’t imagine. The stronger one was, the easier it was to make money.

For low-level apprentices, life was tough. Resources required magic stones, but without strength, earning magic stones was hard, creating a vicious cycle.