Ang emerged from the logistics office, his voucher successfully exchanged for magic crystals.
The logistics officer looked at Ang with surprise and curiosity in his eyes. Clearly, he had already heard about Ang beating up Betsy, but Ang did not care.
He merely nodded casually, turned, and left. His steps were light, and his mood was so relaxed it felt as though even the sky had brightened.
This time, Ang had taught Betsy a lesson and made the people of the Third Legion understand that he was not so easy to bully.
It also counted as introducing himself to the Third Legion's officers—though he had done so by stepping on Betsy's face. At the thought, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
On the way back, Ang hummed a tune, his steps so light that he was practically skipping.
Sunlight spilled across Igelm's streets, a gentle breeze brushed past, and the air carried a touch of freshness.
Ang was in high spirits the whole way, almost wanting to laugh out loud.
His dealings with those bureaucrats had finally come to an end. He could relax a little now.
"Ang, you're in quite a good mood today. You seemed so gloomy these past few days. How did one trip outside make you so happy?" The moment Quintina saw Ang return to the camp, she noticed his unusually good mood and could not help asking with a smile.
Ang grinned smugly. "Haha, the Military Department reimbursed the money I spent before. Of course I'm happy!"
"Oh, so that's what it is." Quintina nodded, seemingly no longer surprised by this matter.
She patted Ang on the shoulder. "Since you're feeling better, and there's nothing much going on these next few days, how about we go have a look around Igelm?"
"Go