Not only on the stage of magical duels, but within the academy as well.
There were as many Magister House students who revered her and took her as their goal as there were stars in the sky.
"You're finally here."
Seeing Dark push open the door and enter, Pandora stopped her explanation, while Katerina revealed a disappointed expression.
If she could, she surely would have wanted Dark to arrive later, right?
Noticing what she was thinking, Dark walked into the classroom with a faintly amused smile and asked, "Senior, where are the materials?"
He was somewhat impatient.
Compared to the dragon-type materials Senior Pandora had provided, what were the Dragon Fang Sword powders still sitting in his cabinet worth?
Pandora pointed at the large backpack on the sofa and said, "They're all in there. Count them and see whether it's enough. If it isn't enough..."
But Dark had already walked over, unable to contain his excitement.
For him, the cost of granting Magic Spirits intelligence was zero.
Thus, there was no question of whether it would be enough.
Dark walked to the sofa, grabbed the backpack straps, and tried to lift it. His expression immediately changed slightly.
The backpack was half a person tall and weighed as much as an iron block of the same size. He actually found it difficult to lift!
Without bothering to hide it, he immediately pulled open the zipper and began taking stock.
The pure dragon aura leaking from the backpack went without saying. What he first saw was not a bag full of dragon scales as he had imagined, but neatly stacked square boxes.
They were piled from bottom to top, varying in size, with around a dozen in total.
He first took out the topmost box, undid its clasp on the spot,