Herag felt a bit emotional. Even if he risked it all to become an Official Wizard, he’d only have 300 years of life, which is not as long as Gami.
The Elf Race naturally possessed an incredibly long lifespan, far exceeding that of humans.
Some people are born in Rome, while others are born as cattle and horses.
Larry took off his goggles, cleaned them briefly, and poured a cup of brewed coffee for the two of them.
The two sat down beside a small round table, and Larry said, "Let me tell you about the recent situation."
"The war between the Moonlight Forest and the Green Cottage is now confirmed to be over, and both sides are negotiating post-war matters."
"Do you know who ended this war? Someone you know."
Larry said and took a sip of coffee.
Herag asked, puzzled, "Someone I know?"
In his mind, the only person he knew who might influence the course of a war would be Malcolm.
But Larry didn’t know he knew Malcolm, so it could only be someone else.
It couldn’t be Larry, who stayed at the Moonlight Forest’s gate all day without stepping out, steady as an old dog.
"Who could it be?" Herag pondered for a long time but couldn’t think of who it might be.
Larry chuckled and slowly revealed a name: "Fegar."
Herag’s mind quickly conjured up the image of Fegar, who always had an expressionless face and cold, indifferent eyes.
"How could it be him?"
If Herag remembered correctly, Fegar was a Second-Class Wizard Apprentice at the time.
But with a qualification of only five, it was almost impossible for him to advance to a Third-Class Wizard Apprentice. How could such a Fegar influence the war situation of two Wizard Organizations?
"He’s already an Official Wizard," Larry continued with news that Herag found unbelievable.
"An Official Wizard?!" Herag was shocked.
With a wizard qualification of seventy-five, and Shenlan Assistance, he was still only a Third-Class Wizard Apprentice and far from becoming an Official Wizard.
Fegar’s wizard qualification was a mere five points, yet he was already an Official Wizard.
Larry nodded: "That’s right. Are you envious? Learn about his experiences, and you won’t be."
After Larry recounted Fegar’s story, Herag understood.
When Fegar initially joined the Green Cottage, he was quickly noticed by Malcolm.
Of course, it wasn’t because of his wizard qualification, but because Malcolm saw him as a promising experimental subject.
Thus, ever since Fegar joined Green Cottage, hellish days began.
Malcolm conducted all sorts of torturous experiments on him, each enough to kill a person.
But not only did Fegar survive, he grew increasingly stronger.
Seeing this, Malcolm became even more interested in Fegar, continuing various experiments during the war without stopping.
When the war reached its critical stage, Fegar quietly ascended to an Official Wizard and successfully ambushed Malcolm.
Malcolm was severely injured by him, and Fegar escaped Green Cottage immediately after succeeding.
The event quickly triggered a chain reaction, leading to the defection of two more Official Wizards from Green Cottage.
The war situation changed rapidly, with Malcolm, the main instigator, severely injured.
Internally, many in Green Cottage disagreed with the war, and after Malcolm was injured, the peace faction quickly gained the upper hand.
The war then gradually subsided, with Malcolm still recuperating and Fegar missing.
Despite his successful ambush on Malcolm, many were sent by Malcolm to hunt Fegar down, yet Fegar’s whereabouts remained unknown.
"Even if Fegar became an Official Wizard, how did he manage to severely injure Malcolm? How did he do it?" Herag was still incredulous.
Malcolm was considered a powerful wizard even among Level 1 Wizards, while Fegar had only just ascended; even with an ambush, it would seem implausible to severely injure Malcolm.
Larry shook his head: "Only the two of them might know the details; no one else knows what really happened at the time."
He also found it quite incredible. Malcolm hadn’t revealed any specifics to the outside world, so no one knew what methods Fegar used.
Herag thought about it, couldn’t find any leads, and decided not to dwell on the matter anymore since it had nothing to do with him.
He took out a Dragon’s Beard Grass from his Space Ring: "Teacher, what do you think of this?"
Larry’s eyes lit up: "This Dragon’s Beard Grass is of good quality."
He lifted the Dragon’s Beard Grass, holding it to observe closely.
Once dug out from the ground, Dragon’s Beard Grass turns into ordinary grass without any aggression.
If planted again, it would soon regain vitality.
"What’s the market price for this?" Herag asked.
"A plant of Dragon’s Beard Grass of this quality sells for 120 Magic Stones; it’s a good item, not easy to obtain," Larry praised.
"I have five more of these, Mr. Larry, would you like them?" Herag presented the remaining Dragon’s Beard Grass, keeping one for himself as a spare.
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Larry: "Looks like your outing was fruitful this time; okay, I’ll take them all at market price since I need them too."
Larry understood Herag’s intent; he couldn’t sell them outside but used him as the selling channel.
But he was happy to do it, as these things were hard to come by.
Herag then took out a pile of Magic Potion materials: "Teacher, have a look at these as well?"
Larry widened his eyes: "Did you dig up someone’s Magic Potion Garden?"
Herag scratched the back of his head and laughed: "No, no, I picked them up on the road."
"I’ll take all of these, but the price will be slightly lower than the market rate, and you understand why. Let me calculate; including the Dragon’s Beard Grass, I’ll give you a total of 3,765 Magic Stones."
Such a large amount of Magic Potion materials couldn’t be used by Larry alone, so he planned to sell them to Moonlight Forest for a profit margin; he wouldn’t lose out. He kept one of each Magic Potion material for himself, for future use.
Herag didn’t mind the slightly lower price; the safe transaction was the most important.
Selling them himself could indeed earn more, but it entailed significant risks.
Larry, being his teacher, could earn more, and Herag didn’t mind.
Larry, wealthy and generous, handed over the 3,765 Magic Stones right away.
Originally, Herag’s Space Ring didn’t have much space left, but after selling these Magic Potion materials, it became spacious.
Herag looked at the pile of Magic Stones in his Space Ring and finally felt a bit well-off.
Previously, he had to toil for a single Magic Stone by mushroom picking, compared to now selling a High-level Magic Potion material; the speed of earning money was vastly different.
Someone like Larry, a Master of Magic Potions, had a speed of earning far beyond Herag’s imagination, proving that the stronger one’s abilities, the easier it was to make money.
For Wizard Apprentices at the lowest level, life was exceedingly difficult. Resources had to be exchanged for Magic Stones, yet without ability, they earned few Magic Stones, creating a vicious cycle.