The Splendor of Netheril
Chapter 888

Crucible

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Seeing expressionless Punk turn and leave without a word, Kane hurried after him.

For a Legendary Knight, seeking out Punk, this "erudite" mage, as a companion before setting out on an adventure had long since become routine. Although the treacherous Whisper of Destruction always effortlessly took a large share of every adventure's spoils, and Kane always loudly complained about the caster's greed afterward while declaring that he would never again travel with a ravenous wolf that ate people down to the bone... whenever he encountered another unknown adventure, Punk, one of the few "reliable" mages, remained the mad knight's only choice.

So now, Instant Kill Spear had already prepared another line of persuasion to speak with Punk.

However... the mage, busy carrying out an Executors mission, did not seem particularly interested in any so-called extra income.

In the caster's view, capturing the utterly defenseless Rune Sage as quickly as possible was what deserved his full attention. As for Kane following along and continuing to prattle on... he could prattle all he liked. A little noisy background sound would not affect his actions.

Cautious, careful, steady.

The wealth Whisper of Destruction had received from the Chairman was now enough to solve the urgent shortage of supplies during his newly-promoted Legendary stage. What he needed more at present was to settle down and study, converting resources into power. He did not have such a great need for new wealth.

Punk had no desire to experience another brush with danger like the one at the Morningstar Mage ruins.

"..."

"Any opportunity these days is something you can only hope to stumble upon. Only a lucky man like me can uncover so many secret treasures time and again. You need to learn to seize your chances, old friend."

Following Punk into the very center

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