The letter was simple. It congratulated him on becoming a "Secrets Sorcerer," then informed him that the Mystical Item made from the remains of the former "Sea God" Kalvetua was complete and asked him to collect it on Lasha Island.
I have to collect it myself? Just how big a Mystical Item did you make?
And it took months. Were you actually studying Kalvetua and only working on turning him into a Mystical Item in your spare time?
After grumbling inwardly, he rubbed his fingers together, igniting the letter in his hand, then turned to Anderson.
"Forty thousand pounds. You can pay in installments, with no interest and no deadline."
Anderson nodded with a conflicted expression, then asked curiously,
"Aren't you worried I'll refuse to pay afterward and just hide somewhere secluded and safe?"
Cyril smiled. "You aren't the type to settle down and hide. Besides, I'm fairly good at divination and prophecy."
"Also, I know Heraberg, the Pope of the Church of Knowledge."
"If you want to dodge your debt, the Church of Knowledge is probably your only option."
"Heh... you know me pretty well." Anderson gave a dry laugh, then nodded.
"No problem!" "It's only forty thousand pounds. That's less than the price of one 'Admiral of Blood.'"
After a pause, he turned to Gehrman Sparrow, who sat quietly beside them.
"Hey, buddy, interested in teaming up to hunt the 'Vice Admiral of Ailment' you failed to get last time?"
"No." Klein shook his head coldly.
Do I think being hunted by the Rose School of Thought isn't exciting enough? Why would I provoke the Demoness Sect too?
"All right..." Anderson pursed his lips and turned an expectant gaze toward Cyril.
Cyril reached into thin air and pulled out a sheet of white paper. With a flick of