"Sell the work to some areas where magic is not very popular and make some profits."
"Just rough basics."
"It's not like I gave you a map that only academics can get."
"Also, while we were talking just now, I have already passed the news of your return to the top through sound transmission magic."
"By the time you finish resting and plan to leave, the relevant personnel of the Magic Academy will have already received your message."
"Your current situation is a bit special."
"After all, you went to the City of Secrets to study."
"And the occult school you were supposed to go to has been in session for half a year."
"You have missed a lot of homework in the past six months of wandering outside."
"Whether the professor over there will accept you or not is still a question."
"But don't worry, as long as they are students with great magic potential, our academy will not give up."
"If you can't keep up, you can choose to postpone your graduation and start all over again with the new students."
In this way, Mai Fan will have to stay in the academy for another half a year.
And most of the time, tuition fees will not be reduced or exempted.
If this was a child from an ordinary family...this fee would probably hinder his education.
But with the configuration of Maifan...
The hotel owner looked outside and saw that his so-called cook was already looking for the hotel kitchen...
He felt that just a few dozen gold coins would not be a problem for Mai Fan.
Mai Fan didn't think he would be unable to keep up.
At this level of improvement, his qualifications are already much better than when he first came here.
What he was more concerned about was that they were assigned to rooms on the first and second floors.
The entire third floor, where only one traveler lived, was designated as an area they were prohibited from entering.
What a big shot this man who lives alone on the third floor is.
Their stay will not have any impact on the purpose of this person coming here, right?
Ignore it for now.
You should rest first.
Mai Fan and his group were knocking and knocking until late at night, and then they became quiet.
Everyone seemed to feel very at ease in this hotel. Even the most vigilant harpies, their big owl-like eyes, blinked and closed together.
After a while, there was light snoring in the entire hotel, and everyone fell into a dream.
It was at this time... squeak...
The door upstairs rang, and the man who lived in the house opened the door and walked out, arriving in front of the boss's room on the first floor.
The owner of the hotel seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and handed the man in black a crystal ball to convey the message.
After the man in black got the crystal ball, he wrapped it up and submerged it into the darkness.
Squeak...the door is closed again.
Mai Fan, who was lying on the bed, closed his eyes.
Just now, he discovered that the hotel was filled with a gas that was harmless to the human body and only allowed people to fall asleep.
He held his breath specifically for this reason.
Now I know that everything was a cover for the residents on the third floor to leave.
Then the people living in the stronghold have received missions from the Mithril City Academy.
I still pretended not to know anything and just let this matter pass.
Mai Fan's judgment was indeed correct.
Early the next morning, when he came down from upstairs, he heard gossip about this town.
I wanted to stay here yesterday, but there was no team available.
I didn't choose to stay in the second largest hotel here.
Because the hotel in this small town didn't impress them.
They chose to open a magic circle and a comfortable and luxurious tent in a relatively quiet small square, preparing to stay overnight and find a fixed, relatively spacious and luxurious residence to rent tomorrow.
Who would have thought that in the town, no one would be alarmed.
Did the entire caravan of goods disappear?
There were no signs of violent theft at the scene.
The soldiers on guard did not even hear any noise.
When they get up early to conduct inventory and prepare to transport equipment to their temporary residence...
But I found that the box containing goods and money... was a little too light.
Wait until the children of that big family open the box and take a look.
Money is secondary. Some of the materials they brought here for exchange...are basically all gone.
This situation caused the caravan to collapse extremely.
The whole town went crazy early in the morning.
But even if he was crazy, he didn't dare to rush to this hotel and act wild.
And they never doubted that a hotel with such a defensive formation would care about their little property.
Mai Fan already knew who was responsible for the incompetent rage outside.
But he was just as strange as those unlucky ones. The other party was very rich, but people from the City of Secrets, with such abilities, would they lack such money?
Just when he was wondering, suddenly, a black bird flew over in the sky.
This is a talking bird that repeats other people's words.
It is one of the bird species unique to the League of Assassins that delivers messages.
As if it could identify the recipient of its message, the bird passed directly through the window and landed on Mai Fan's shoulder.
As soon as it opened its mouth, Mai Fan knew that it was controlled by the Assassin's League, and that it was the person on the opposite side who was communicating with him.
"What's matter?"
This is the administrator of room five.
The little bird opposite opened his mouth and heard that hoarse voice: "Yes..."
"The information you want to check is already known."
Several months have passed since Mai Fan was commissioned.
It's up to the people over there to find out the clues.
Mai Fan said nothing, waiting for the person opposite to continue speaking.
"After you were attacked at the border and disappeared."
"As far as I know, there has been a lot of shock in the Willick family."
"Your father sent out no less than three groups of people to look for you at the border."
"Organizations similar to the Assassin's League are also used."
"But without exception, no news about you has been found."
"Later on, your father probably felt the pressure from the Willick family as a whole. They thought it was unwise to go to war over a collateral bloodline."
"Therefore, the search for you has shifted from the bright side to the dark side."
"So, in my place, it is unlikely that your father will kill you directly."
"And we can see from various clues that he has placed hope on you."
"As for your being resold... that's interesting."
"The attack was indeed carried out by the first heir of your family."
"But after the attack, the news of your disappearance came, and he thought that his people had succeeded..."