If it was a gift, then it was no longer a transaction.
And if it was not a transaction, there was no contraband involved.
Put that way, there was nothing wrong with it.
The problem was, why would someone give you something so precious for free?
Gao De was asking himself, but he also wanted to ask Pierre.
Honestly, he already owed Pierre many favors, yet he did not believe he had anything with which to repay him.
Seeing Gao De freeze up, Pierre seemed to understand what he was thinking and reassured him:
"If I'm giving them to you, then take them. You'll definitely have use for these three spells."
"That little bit of money is useless to me. It makes no difference whether I have it or not."
After thinking for a moment, Pierre took out paper and pen from beside the counter, scribbled down a few lines, and handed them to Gao De.
"What is this?" Gao De took the note, still unable to react.
"This is where I stay in Bremen City," Pierre explained. "If you ever go to Bremen City and can't find a place to stay for the time being, you can come find me."
"Of course, if you go too late, I can't guarantee I'll still be there by then." The little old man laughed heartily.
Gao De fell silent for a moment. Then he put away the note, placed a hand over his chest, bowed his head, and said sincerely, "Thank you."
After seeing Gao De off and watching his pack-laden figure disappear from sight, Pierre took a gulp of tea. His gaze had already drifted far away.
Among mages, there was a saying that circulated widely:
Spells were a private domain open only to geniuses.
But only those who had truly