The rest of the journey went smoothly, and the three of them soon returned to Noren Workshop.
Wizard Noren and Grand Mentor Anton Buchanan could barely wait to follow Benjamin into the teleportation array leading to the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
Standing beside the laboratory's teleportation array, Grand Mentor Anton, in his childlike form, kept rubbing his chubby little hands together in front of him. His face wore an expectant smile entirely at odds with his status as a Level 8 Wizard.
"Quick, quick!" he urged with his head raised, his tone filled with undisguised impatience. "Noren, you old fossil, what are you dawdling for? Let's go already!"
Wizard Noren shook his head with a laugh. "Don't be so impatient. You're a dignified Level 8 Wizard, yet you're acting like you've never seen the world just because of a stone."
Though he said that, Wizard Noren's steps quickened as well.
"This isn't an ordinary stone."
Grand Mentor Anton muttered this, yet his eyes never left Benjamin.
The two followed Benjamin through layers of defenses and soon arrived at the area specifically used to store important items. Benjamin retrieved the Reflection Prism, wrapped in layer upon layer of seals.
Even under the suppression of the sealing runes, a dim luster still flowed across the obsidian-like surface of the prism.
That luster was exceptionally restless, as if some colossal beast had been sealed within it.
Benjamin gently placed the Reflection Prism on the experiment table, then brought up a contract template on the Magic Network Terminal. His fingertips swiftly drafted a standard lending agreement across the light screen.
Benjamin handed the contract over, his tone carrying a measure of solemnity. "You two, these are the terms we agreed on before. I'm lending this to you for research, but all related knowledge produced during