Several days had passed since Donahue submitted Ang's application to skip a grade. During those days, Ang still attended the beginner classes with Charles and the others. Although Ang had already mastered most of the material, he did not slack off. Instead, he continued studying diligently, deepening his understanding of the knowledge. Charles, Paddy, and the other noble-born students often gathered around Ang to listen to his thrilling stories of fighting demons.
Although these noble-born students came from prominent families, most of them had never truly seen a demon or personally experienced the brutal battles on the front lines. Therefore, Ang's experiences were immensely captivating to them. They listened without blinking, especially when Ang described how he faced savage demons and slew enemies on the battlefield. Everyone wore expressions of admiration and shock.
One time, Ang took out a black magic crystal he had brought back from the battlefield. This black magic crystal was a trophy he had obtained after personally killing a demon. When the noble youths present saw the black magic crystal gleaming with a dim, eerie light, they were all dumbfounded, their eyes fixed on it. They understood its precious value better than Ang did. It not only represented the glorious achievement of slaying a demon, but was also an important material for crafting high-grade enchanted armaments.
Paddy was the first to recover. He immediately made an offer. "Ang, I'll give you 200 Gold Wack. Sell me that black magic crystal!"
The moment he named his price, the others immediately began competing to outbid him. The noble-born students refused to be outdone, each calling out a higher price. For these young people raised in noble households, owning a black magic crystal was not only something to show off, but also a symbol of status and strength.
However,