Pierre's Suggestion

Locke offered Pierre and Lorne a few words of comfort, warned them not to casually take on such missions in the future, then hurriedly left with the sealed Vampire, Howard.

Only then did Pierre and Lorne finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Before leaving, Locke had specifically asked Gabi, a Second-Class Wizard Apprentice, to return with the two of them.

Watching Locke's departing figure, Lorne sighed. "Good thing we have a friend like Locke. Otherwise, we would have been dead for sure this time. If I'd known, I wouldn't have taken that mission. This money isn't easy to earn."

Pierre was still shaken. Whenever he thought of that curse just now, his heart pounded with fear. "Yeah. I'm not coming out anymore."

"I'd rather obediently stick with Locke's Potion Laboratory. One hundred Magic Stones a month is already enough to cover the magical resources I need."

Pierre looked ashamed. "I was too greedy. For more magical resources, I nearly got myself killed."

Lorne looked at him enviously. "You're the lucky one. You have a special constitution, so you can earn so much money so easily."

"Unlike me—"

Pierre reminded him, "How am I lucky? It's because Locke and I are friends that I found a relatively safe place to serve as a test subject. I even get a batch of Memory Ointment for free every month. Once Locke's Memory Ointment hits the market, believe me, it'll become an expensive magical resource that we won't be able to buy!"

Pierre's gaze flickered. He had never been clearer-headed. "Memory Ointment is something meant for Wizards at Second-Class Wizard Apprentice and above."

"This stuff barely has any side effects."

"If Locke hadn't happened to live with us when he was a Third-Class Wizard Apprentice, how could I possibly have gotten my hands on