"Nalant, these five barrels of wine are yours!" On the way back, Roel grandly waved a hand and directly gave Nalant five barrels of fine wine as thanks.
"Roel, this is far too valuable!" Nalant was startled when he heard that. This was worth five thousand gold coins.
Though he did not enjoy drinking such wine, its value would not depreciate if he resold it, especially since they were still within dwarven territory.
"Nalant, these barrels were originally prepared for today's matter anyway. And even if I gave away the fine wine, it might not have changed Master Muer's decision. Since you solved the matter now, the wine naturally ought to be given to you!"
"Nalant, you don't need to refuse. Five thousand gold coins may be a lot, but it's only half a year's expenses for me. When the time comes, I'll plead with my mother a little, and this matter will pass!"
"Besides, if I can win the chance to become the Archmage's chief apprentice this time, the reward I receive from my father certainly won't be small!"
Roel was exceedingly generous, waving away Nalant's refusal at once.
"Then, thank you very much!"
Nalant smacked his lips. Half a year's expenses—back on Glory Continent, that would equal the annual income of an entire earl's family.
Seeing how resolute Roel was, Nalant accepted it in the end.
As Roel himself had said, it was merely half a year's expenses for him. Perhaps on the Sacred Continent, five thousand gold coins were not much at all.
There was nothing wrong with taking a rare chance to fleece a rich man.
"By the way, Roel, all of you are competing to become an Archmage's apprentice. Are there many benefits to becoming one?"
"Nalant, you don't know this—in Sacred Magic Academy, only