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After Alan clearly explained his intentions, the young female bishop accepted the quiver he handed over and carefully examined the various arrows inside.

After a while, she offered Alan an apologetic smile and said,

“I’m sorry, Mr. Alan.

While it’s true that the shafts of these arrows were made from staffs, their mana attributes vary widely.

If we were to simply reforge them directly, the conflicting mana flows would interact and likely cause a mana explosion.”

“Even you would find it difficult to avoid the consequences of such a disaster.”

“As a bishop with professional integrity,” she added firmly,

“I cannot, in good conscience, hand you a ticking time bomb. I hope you can understand.”

Alan’s face immediately drooped in disappointment.

Still unwilling to give up, he asked,

“Then forget reforging. If we just treat these arrows purely as trade goods, could their combined value be enough to buy me a few staffs or even a single staff?”

The bishop’s expression grew conflicted.

On one hand, she didn’t want to offend a holder of a diamond card like Alan.

On the other hand, the Church’s staff production had been low lately.

If she forced a transaction for the sake of face and suffered a financial loss, she would likely be held responsible when the end-of-month financial audits came around.

Just then, her ears twitched slightly, and she suddenly turned her head to glance toward the Church’s confessional chamber.

“What’s wrong?”

Alan asked, noticing her abrupt movement.

He thought she might be preparing to leave and refuse the deal altogether.

The bishop quickly shook herself out of it and forced a smile.

“No, no, it’s nothing serious, Mr. Alan.

How many staffs were you hoping to acquire?

We will do our utmost to assist you.”

Alan thought for a moment.

“At least two or three.

One feels a bit too few.”

“No problem.”

With that, the bishop hurried away, leaving Alan alone to sit idly in a corner chair of the trading hall.

Time passed slowly.

Alan waited nearly two hours before the bishop finally returned.

This time, she was carrying two long, rune-inscribed cloth bundles strapped to her back.

She placed one of the bundles onto the table and pushed it toward Alan, smiling warmly.

“Mr. Alan, please see if this gift meets your expectations.”

Without hesitation, Alan unwrapped the cloth bundle.

Inside, resting quietly in the fabric’s embrace, was a staff.

It was entirely black, with a piece of dark yellow amber embedded at its tip.

Even without actively probing it, Alan could see with the naked eye the faint, wandering flows of mana along the staff’s surface.

Though weak, the visible mana flows clearly confirmed one thing—

this was a genuine staff.

As Alan examined the staff carefully, the bishop pushed the second cloth bundle across the table.

Alan unwrapped it as well and found, as expected, another staff.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Suspicious, he asked the bishop,

“How much do these two staffs cost altogether?

You’re not trying to get me to take the goods first and then come up with all kinds of excuses later to demand extra payments, are you?”

Seeing the wariness on Alan’s face, the bishop couldn’t help but laugh.

“Rest assured, Mr. Alan.

Even if no previous transaction had been arranged, the Church would still have offered these two staffs to you unconditionally, simply because of your status.”

“You might not fully realize it yet,” she added softly,

“but within the Church, someone holding a diamond card holds a status far beyond ordinary understanding.”

“Alright then.

Thanks,” Alan said bluntly.

He didn’t stand on ceremony, wrapping both staffs back in the rune cloth and slinging them across his back.

The Church was rich.

If they were willing to hand out treasures, Alan wasn’t going to be shy about accepting them.

And if worst came to worst, he could always call in Daniel to clean up any trouble.

Thinking thus, Alan headed toward the trading hall’s main doors, preparing to leave.

But just as he was about to step outside, the female bishop caught up to him and whispered urgently,

“Mr. Alan, please be careful.

Many bounty hunters have recently flooded into the capital.

Their target, according to the bounty notices, is you.”

“Although the organization that issued the bounty remains unidentified,” she continued, “our Church’s intelligence suggests strong ties between that group and Lioncrest Academy.”

“Not long ago,” she added gravely,

“two members of Lioncrest Academy even orchestrated an assassination attempt against you—the explosion on the magic train.”

“Mr. Alan, it seems you’ve truly drawn the attention of a vengeful lion.”

Alan smiled lightly and replied,

“I didn’t need anyone to tell me—it’s obviously them.

Still, thank you for caring enough to inform me.”

“If there’s any further information,” he added,

“I hope we can continue to share it.

On behalf of Sirius Academy, I thank the Church for its efforts.”

The bishop quickly waved her hands modestly.

“No need for thanks, Mr. Alan.

It’s the least we can do.”

“Besides,” she added sincerely,

“you have close ties with our Church.

One of our tenets is to protect our allies from external threats as much as possible.”

Alan nodded, said no more, and left the Church, two rune-wrapped staffs secured firmly on his back.

After he left, a figure slowly emerged from within the confessional chamber and stood beside the young bishop.

She bowed deeply to him and reported respectfully,

“My lord, everything has been carried out according to your instructions.”

Daniel, calm and composed, nodded.

“Good.

From now on, always treat this young man with utmost respect.”

“Whatever he wants—give it to him.”

The bishop nodded eagerly.

Daniel turned to gaze out toward the bustling streets of the imperial capital.

His eyes seemed to pierce through the layers of buildings, fixing directly on the Lioncrest Academy’s main gate.

After a long silence, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“A proud lion… brought low by its own arrogance.

While a tenacious wolf… claws its way back to claim the throne of the plains.”

“Perhaps… this is fate.”

“Pardon, my lord?”

The bishop asked, not quite catching his meaning.

Daniel merely waved a hand.

“It’s nothing.

Just keep a close eye on Lioncrest Academy’s movements.

Just as Alan said—if anything unusual happens, inform him immediately.”

“Yes, my lord!”

The bishop bowed again and returned to her duties in the trading hall.

…

“Finally… finally got them!”

Alan was practically giddy as he made his way back to Sirius Academy, his pace quickening with every step.

In fact, he was so eager that he arrived at the Academy a full half hour earlier than usual.

The moment he returned, he hurried into his room without wasting a second.

Locking the door securely behind him, Alan reverently laid out the two newly acquired staffs.

He had a strong feeling—

Once he successfully absorbed the Origin Mana within these two staffs, his breakthrough to Tier-Silver would be absolutely inevitable.

Not only would his overall mana reserves skyrocket,

but even his mastery over mana sculpting and mana Overpressure would undergo a tremendous evolution.

The rise in mana would mean a full-scale leap in all aspects of his power—

including every technique he wielded.

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