It was obvious.
This information broker was deeply conflicted and hesitant. He was greedy for wealth, yet afraid that if he accepted Ian's money, he would no longer be able to claim Ian's favor.
Because of those complicated feelings, Babua had not dared to take it.
"Don't worry. This is merely the reward you deserve. Those who excel should be rewarded." Ian saw through his thoughts. His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable weight. "Besides, Mr. Babua, you have a favor owed to you by me. Perhaps in the future, your family or your descendants may need to call upon it."
Those words exploded beside Babua's ears like thunder. He abruptly looked up, his eyes filled with incredulous ecstasy and deep shock. A favor from a Legendary Wizard! That was no longer something that could be measured in money! It was practically a trump card capable of turning Destiny around at a critical moment!
Moreover, what Ian had implied—"your descendants"—sent his imagination racing and filled him with awe. Just as the legends said, wizards who attained Legendary Status possessed lifespans beyond imagination. Ian might very well have lived for more than a thousand years!
For beings like them,
a promise spanning several generations
was no empty boast.
After all, from Babua's limited understanding, Legendary Wizards were no longer ordinary wizards. It was perfectly reasonable that they could transcend the constraints of time.
Of course, his understanding of Legendary Wizards was only slightly greater than that of most wizards, and it was still merely superficial. After all, no Legendary Wizard had appeared in the world for a very long time.
"Sir... I... I..." Babua was so excited that he could barely speak coherently. He bowed deeply to Ian, his voice trembling.
"I, Babua, and my family will forever remember your