After Ang finished sorting through the Black Mages' belongings, the night had grown deep. Every Magic Waist Pouch had been carefully opened, and each item examined one by one.
Magic crystals, Magic Gems, all kinds of herbs, Magical Beast Hide—these valuable supplies brought a flicker of surprise to Ang's eyes. But what shocked him most were the Magic Books and study journals he found in Ram's Magic Waist Pouch.
He opened Ram's study journal and read it word by word, gradually becoming absorbed in its contents.
The journal recorded in detail the various techniques and precautions for setting up teleportation arrays, along with some special Magic Runes. Ang's heart jolted, and he suddenly understood why the Black Magic Society had been keeping such a close eye on him. Unknowingly, he had taken their most crucial item. His feelings became complicated, but he quickly suppressed them.
He continued searching through the other Black Mages' Magic Waist Pouches and found even more valuable items: magical herbs, magical alchemy materials, even armor and weapons. They seemed to be supplies intended to support the Northern Barbarians.
These supplies would undoubtedly be an enormous help to his future plans.
It was not until late at night that Ang finished sorting all the supplies and stored them in the warehouse.
He took a deep breath and felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. Without lingering, he turned and returned to his room.
When he woke again, it was already the following afternoon. After washing up, Ang did not rest. He quickly ate a meal, then summoned all the commanders of North Wind Fortress for a meeting.
Today's atmosphere was clearly different from the tense mood of the previous days. Everyone wore excited, relaxed expressions. After all, the threat of the Northern Barbarians had finally been