Restart:Untalented Man

413  Unexpected Offer

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The crew follow Fire Priest Gliibious closely from behind.

The atmosphere was engulfed in eerie silence. No conversation was initiated. Mon is unfamiliar with the fire priest in front of him and Fire Priest Gliibious himself doesn't show any intention to spark a conversation either.

For him, the silence was acceptable.

He hadn't cto Mindsza to make friends.

He only has a singular purpose— to secure the money for the merchandise he had delivered. Moreover, there's not much benefit to be gained in befriending a fire priest.

To his knowledge, 'fire priest' held only the second lowest rank in the hierarchy of these magic practitioners, just above fire acolytes.

Judging by the age reflected in Fire Priest Gliibious's physical appearance, Mon doubted the priest in front of him had the talent or potential to advance further in rank.

But still, regardless of low rank or not, Mon shows an adequate amount of respect to Fire Priest Gliibious as the old man can kill him with ease if he wants to.

Like any magic practitioner, Fire Priest has a clear superiority in strength compared to normal humans like Mon.

Gliibious led them to the pathway underground.

So far, the whole situation looks very suspicious and alarming from Albert's perspective.

The blacksmith takes a glance at Mon. But seeing Mon's face remain calm, his heart eased a little bit.

'Looks like there's nothing wrong.' he thought.

Beneath the opulent building lay the storage warehouse for the Lair of Slydris and surrounding buildings which are equally important. As Mon had already been here, the sight didn't surprise him as much as it did the rest of the crew.

The vast expanse of the storage warehouse unfolded before them.

Their nose picked up the scent of various goods, blending into a distinct aroma that spoke of the diverse merchandise housed within.

Crates after crates were meticulously stacked, forming towering walls of storage.

The temperature here was cool and slightly damp.

Fire Priest Gliibious turned toward them, "You guys can start unloading the goods."

Mon and Matt nodded before alighting from the wagon. They began to unload crate after crate and sack after sack, causing the underground storage warehouse to echo with the sounds.

Meanwhile, Albert and his daughter observed the two men at work.

Since the men didn't ask for their help, they didn't bother to help either.

While it may sound selfish, Albert knows how much he hates when people interrupt his workflow.

Assuming the sprinciple applied to the men, Albert and his daughter opted to watch from the sidelines.

"Where should we put these kinds of goods?" asked Mon to Fire Priest Gliibious.

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His hand is gripping one end of the wriggling sack. The content of the sack was obviously still alive despite travelling a long journey.

Fire Priest Gliibious understood what kind of good Mon was referring to.

But before he could answer, a voice gave an order in his stead, "Just put it together with the rest of goods for now, Mon. I will order the storage worker to rearrange them later."

Mon turned around and saw a man in his thirties walking toward them.

Simoutenously, Fire Priest Gliibious bows respectfully at that man.

At first, both the Ferron duo were confused at the sheer amount of respect given by the fire priest.

However, their uncertainty dissipated upon hearing a greeting from Mon.

"It's been a while, Elder Samnitte."

"Yes, it's been a while, Mon. I quickly dashed here after the meeting concluded. I assthere's no problem with the goods, right?"

"The goods are fine, but I have to say, this will be the last twe deliver them to you. You have to procure on your own or find someone else to do it," Mon said, catching Elder Samnitte slightly by surprise.

"What? Why? Did something happen?"

"Something did happen," Mon replied, recounting the events. He didn't hide anything since there's nothing worth hiding.

Elder Samnitte or Elder Igniter Samnitte, as per his formal title, looks at the Ferrons.

Although his physical appearance resembled someone in his thirties, the truth was that the so-called elder almost a century mark.

It's a youthfulness he maintained through the practice of magic.

Both Albert and his daughter were slightly perturbed by the elder's shiny gaze but they said nothing.

They didn't want to offend this big shot.

After a short silence, Elder Samnitte shook his head. "What happened to your family is such a misfortune. But it is also your fault for trying to offend the king. While money is indeed power, money alone is not enough. You need a literal power and your king has it."

"That boy is no longer my king," Albert gruffed.

"Hahaha. Your word may be true but that boy probably doesn't care. What can you even do now that you're stuck in this situation?"

Albert is disheartened by Elder Samnitte's words. Still, he doesn't bother to refute it.

Seeing the miserable father and daughter, Elder Samnitte makes an offer to them. "If you have nowhere to go, why don't you both stay here and learn magic?"

The offer shook everyone in there. They couldn't believe what they just heard.

"M-Magic?" Albert asked, "Are you being serious, elder?"

"Do I look like I'm joking to you?"

"No, no, absolutely not." Albert shook his head.

Inwardly, he already jumping in excitement.

His mind began to think about the amazing power he would obtain; about how he would make a comeback and get his revenge on the king or how he would break into prison island and save her wife and son.

But the elder's next words shatter all his imagination.

"Don't be too happy just yet. Letclarify a certain fact first."

Albert stops daydreaming and gives all attention to Elder Samnitte.

"You can't reach far, considering your age and your late start. But it's a different story with your daughter. She's still young and the door of opportunity hasn't completely closed for her yet. Though we still need to check her talent first."

Hearing this, Albert was disappointed once again and his day was ruined.

However, there is still hope left and he's sure his daughter shares the spurpose as him.