Seeking the Dream

The plan was successful, but the show must go on.

Sean's face first showed a hint of excitement, then as if he thought of something, he said hesitantly, "Big shots like you who can enter the second floor of the Sanctuary are busy with very important matters every day. Will it take up too much of your time to stay in Old Sigel City just for me?"

"No."

Kate was indeed busy, but not to that extent. Besides, even if he really had something important to do, so what?

"No matter how important my business is, it's not as important as Lord Black's!"

"You don't need to worry about whether I'm busy or not, just go to your book signing with peace of mind."

Seeing Kate's magnanimity, Sean was moved. He shook Kate's hand and expressed his most sincere gratitude.

"Mr. Light Servant, you are truly a good person."

"You don't need to thank me," Kate said seriously, looking into Sean's eyes. "Everything is for Lord Black."

Putting aside the mission, they were both working for Lord Black. They could be considered true comrades, brothers born from different mothers. Even without explicit instructions, he would help Sean as much as he could.

Not to mention that he was a participant in the Dawn Meeting and knew that Elvily and others would be attacking Floris Hospital in Holkodo on the same day. If he could use this to draw away some of the hospital's armed forces, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Kate was not afraid of Sean lying to him.

He was actually a very sensitive person when it came to emotions. He could feel that Sean's respect for Lord Black was genuine.

Moreover, the book signing was five days away. Even if he had any doubts, he would have enough time to go to the Sanctuary to verify with Lord Black.

As for Sean, after sorting out the book signing matters, he set his sights on the suitcase at Kate's feet.

If nothing unexpected happened, it should contain what he needed.

Forgive him for being a worldly person, wanting both.

Sean looked at the suitcase and asked, "This is...?"

"Oh, I almost forgot," Kate handed him the suitcase. "This should be prepared for you."

They were all low-level materials. Kate had initially wondered what Lord Black intended to do with them but couldn't figure it out. He wouldn't ask; Lord Black had his reasons for doing things, and he just needed to follow orders.

Now, seeing Sean, Kate understood a little—Lord Black might want to nurture this young man.

After all, judging from Sean's performance just now, he was like Kate, one of Lord Black's most loyal supporters. If he were to cultivate a subordinate, he would also choose someone like Sean.

Loyalty was always more important than talent.

Thinking of this, Kate suddenly felt a little envious of Sean.

Although Sean was only a nascent Wizard of rank one, and indeed a bit weak, he should quickly improve his strength, but... he wasn't strong either!

Kate completely forgot that he had been so proud of the title "Light Servant" just a few minutes ago.

The power of rank five was like a divine miracle to mortals, but in front of Lord Black, he was still just a young child who needed care and attention. Why wouldn't Lord Black nurture him as well?

Kate felt a little bit of sourness in his heart.

Sean seemed to see what he was thinking and said, "Mr. Light Servant, don't worry. Next time Lord Black summons me, I will definitely report truthfully that you saved me. Without you, I would already be dead."

It was a way to help Kate get credit.

Kate's eyes widened. "No need."

"What do you take me for?"

"Do you think I'm doing this to get a reward from Lord Black?"

"No, serving Lord Black is an honor in itself," Kate said righteously. "I don't need any other rewards; I'm doing this voluntarily."

Sean: "Really don't want any?"

Kate: "But you insist on asking for me. Remember to be discreet when you mention my name. Thank you."

Sean: "..."

"Okay."

"Um... If there's nothing else, I'll be going then?" Kate had intended to change the subject but found that there seemed to be no topic left. If they continued talking, it might turn into common male interests like sports cars and beautiful women, which would be ungentlemanly. He glanced at the suitcase and finally asked Sean, "Do you need me to recommend an Alchemist to you?"

Sean smiled and politely declined. "No, I know one. Don't waste your favor."

"Alright," Kate nodded.

Anyway, it was just low-level magic potions; anyone could make them.

These materials weren't valuable. If they were ruined, he could just get more for Sean. These were minor issues.

The two exchanged phone numbers, and Kate put on his sunglasses, pulled up his scarf, and, just like when he arrived, got lost while fumbling his way out of the abandoned factory district.

His identity was sensitive, making it unsuitable for him to appear in public frequently.

Sean's next stop was the post office.

The Alchemist he mentioned was naturally Charles.

To increase the sense of "trial," Sean hadn't specified the quantity of each item when he spoke to Kate. After all, he was a high-level Wizard who could enter the second floor of the Sanctuary, so it wouldn't be a small amount. As Sean had expected, Kate brought him a lot of materials, filling the suitcase to the brim, enough for him to refine twenty Spirit Potions.

Considering the possibility of the items being intercepted, Sean didn't put all his eggs in one basket and planned to send them to Charles in batches.

He first returned to the motel, locked the doors and windows, and entered the Void Arts Space.

Charles was still at the previous stall.

Upon hearing that Sean had acquired twenty sets of materials, Charles was astonished: "Did you rob someone? Where did you get so much?"

These goods were worthless in Kate's eyes, but they were treasures to a Newborn Wizard. Sean was a prime example of this—he had been a Wizard for many days yet still didn't know where to obtain alchemy materials. Besides using his identity from his previous life, the only thing he could think of was buying them.

As for the price, he knew without even thinking that it would be very expensive, and he likely couldn't afford it right now.

"Someone gave them to me," Sean replied truthfully.

Charles sized up Sean's face, a look of realization dawning on him: "Oh, I get it."

"You didn't rob anyone, you went into business."

Sean: "?"

Seriously, can you stop focusing on my appearance and pay more attention to my inner self?

It's not my fault I'm good-looking.

"Are you taking this job or not? If not, I'll find someone else," Sean said, too lazy to waste more words on this guy.

Charles quickly replied: "I'll take it! Of course, I'll take it."

"But let's be clear first. Although I'm a little alchemy genius, I've only just started, so I can't guarantee a 100% success rate." Charles estimated and said, "I'm quite familiar with Spirit Potions. Conservatively speaking, about fifteen out of twenty sets of materials should succeed."

"That's acceptable, not bad." Sean also had a superficial understanding of alchemy. The success rate for Alchemists to produce magic potions of the same tier was only fifty percent, and explosions were common. Yet Charles could achieve over seventy percent. If he wasn't lying, this guy might truly be a genius.

"How much will you charge?" Sean asked.

"We're friends, why would I charge you?" Charles handed Sean a card. "There are five addresses here. Send the materials over, and just wait to receive your goods."

Sean looked suspicious: "That generous?"

Charles chuckled: "When you have time, could you teach me a little about entering the Sanctuary?"

He hadn't forgotten what had shocked him a few days ago. He had wanted to ask then, but Sean never came back after waiting for a long time. Only today did Sean finally come to find him again. This was a rare opportunity, and he had to latch onto this golden thigh tightly!

Even though Sean was currently only at Tier 1, just like him, that was only temporary. As the only known Wizard at Tier 1 who could enter the Sanctuary, the heights Sean could reach in the future were likely unimaginable for ordinary Wizards.

One must latch onto a powerful figure promptly, not wait until they've achieved fame. One must start early.

Charles had already decided that from now on, whenever Sean asked him to refine magic potions, no matter the quantity, it would be free!

When Sean heard him mention the Sanctuary, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, knowing this guy had ulterior motives.

However, he didn't refuse.

"Another day. When I have time, I'll think of a way to see if I can let you enter directly."

Charles: "!!!"

Enter directly?!

"Did I hear that right?"

"No, but you'll have to wait." Sean said, "I'm quite busy during this period."

"It's okay, I'll wait!" Charles said excitedly, "I'll wait however long it takes!"

Sean wasn't just giving Charles false hope. Since he could control the statue to perform actions, he theoretically should be able to grant others the qualification to enter the Sanctuary through the statue. It was just that he hadn't found a method yet and needed to explore it.

Actually, the best way would be to have a dream about the Void Arts Space, the Hall of Truth, and a certain Flame Crow Girl. Then all problems would be solved. Unfortunately, he couldn't control that. Since dreaming of the Saintess Oliya last time, he hadn't had a dream for over half a month... Hmm?

Wait a minute.

Sean suddenly thought that Wizards had various abilities. Although he didn't know how to make himself dream, perhaps others did.

He could learn.

"Are there any Wizards in our Void Arts Space who cultivate dreams?" Sean asked Charles.

Charles didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, but he still replied: "Yes."

"He even asked my teacher for help refining magic potions."