Rising Light Island dock.
Upon learning of Leslie's sudden visit, Roland was curious, but he still organized a grand welcoming ceremony.
However, what he had not expected was that Leslie had brought twelve three-masted merchant ships loaded to the brim with cargo.
Roland could not help but stare in astonishment. He was not naive enough to think that these were supplies Leslie had brought as a gift for him.
After all, there was simply too much. Even if all twelve three-masted merchant ships were carrying nothing but grain, they would still be worth tens of thousands of gold coins.
But if this was not support meant for him, why had Leslie brought so many supplies?
This stirred an even stronger curiosity in Roland.
Roland's curiosity did not last long. A moment later, the lead three-masted merchant ship of the fleet slowly docked at Rising Light Island's pier.
With a brilliant smile on his face, Leslie set foot on Rising Light Island for the first time under the escort of a squad of elite warriors.
"My dearest friend, we meet again! I missed you so much."
Before Roland could respond, Leslie strode forward and gave him a heavy hug.
Leslie was now extremely satisfied with Roland. After brewing a Level 4 Potion, Roland had successfully brewed a Level 5 Potion in less than half a year, and his success rate was not low either.
At this rate of improvement, Roland would most likely advance to Advanced Apothecary within three years.
Becoming an Advanced Apothecary in his early twenties, with such talent, becoming a Master Apothecary was practically guaranteed. How could Leslie not be excited?
"My dear friend, if you don't let go, I'm going to suffocate," Roland said disdainfully.
"Haha, I got too excited and forgot that you're a frail mage."