Arrow did not know how to respond and could only continue bowing.
"I still need a large amount of Fluorescent Powder. Are you willing to help me collect it?"
A faint smile tugged at Wizard Bosco's hard-set lips. "Of course. From now on, I'll only purchase it with Magic Stones. I don't have that many Contribution Points to squander."
The young apprentice beside them, who had just raised his head, suddenly froze.
What had he just seen?
Lord Bosco smiled?
Was he dreaming?
"Huh?" Arrow merely looked up in surprise.
Could Fluorescent Powder have some other strange use?
"Not willing?"
Arrow hurriedly nodded. "I am. I am."
He had already been thinking of relying on Evil Spirits to level up for a long time to come. If someone was willing to buy Fluorescent Powder, then he could earn some income while leveling up. That was a good thing too.
"Bring all future Fluorescent Powder directly to my residence."
Bosco handed Arrow a card, patted him on the shoulder, and walked into the depths of the Mysterious Great Hall with strides as precise as if measured by a ruler.
Residence?
Where was his residence?
Arrow looked doubtfully at the card in his hand, but could not make out anything from it. He turned and asked, "Do you know where that gentleman lives?"
The young apprentice looked at Arrow with a complicated expression and answered with utmost respect, "Lord Bosco lives in the rear hall of the Mysterious Great Hall."
Hearing the young apprentice's answer, Arrow suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "That was Lord Bosco, the Iron-Blooded Falcon?"
"Yes."
Upon receiving the young apprentice's confirmation, Arrow inexplicably recalled how Bosco had addressed him.
'Kind Arrow'?
How did he know his name was Arrow?
And that strange epithet before it.
Was