Mazzaro smiled faintly. "Have you ever seen an ordinary Wizard at level eight? I certainly haven't."
He turned and looked at the others. The Wizards who were usually lively inside the Wizard Tower were now silent, even somewhat afraid.
Some people would never see a level-eight Wizard in their entire lives. Though Dole was far, far younger than them, in the Wizard world, strength was seniority—strength was age.
Mazzaro nodded and said cautiously, "We've already discussed it. Same as usual: today, we'll go over to their side to trade, since last time it was on our side. We've also communicated in advance about what we'll be trading. After all, there are differences between the north and south. What they have, we may not have, and what we have, they may not have."
Dole nodded and simply said, "You arrange it."
Mazzaro nodded, secretly letting out a breath of relief.
Last night, he had contacted the Imperial Mage Corps. Their meaning had been clear as well: Wizard Dole might need a massive amount of meteoric iron soon, so let him purchase it himself.
Having received that news, Mazzaro understood what was going on.
They had long known that Wizard Dole was a potion maker, but the fact that he was also an advanced alchemist was still something many people could hardly accept.
How could a potion maker suddenly transform himself into an alchemist—and such an incredibly skilled one at that? It was simply absurd.
No matter what he thought inside, he smiled faintly. "All right. This time, we'll have to fly there ourselves. Once we leave the fortress, I'll actively communicate with them."
Dole nodded, waved a hand, and said nothing more.
Seeing this, Mazzaro turned around to face the many Wizards, his expression becoming stern. "Then let's set out. Remember: