At midnight, aside from the lit windows of a few Mage Towers and specialty shops, all of Larven lay silent.
Even in the City of Ten Thousand Laws, nightlife was a very uncommon thing.
Those students in Mage Towers who were passively diligent did not count as having nightlife.
They did not want to still be in the laboratory at this hour, either.
At that moment, however, on a silent street, Paul, a second-year student from Soro Crafts Vocational Academy, anxiously paced back and forth. He frequently clawed at his hair, sweat beading on his forehead as he looked around in panic, as though terrified that a stranger might appear.
He fit every trait of a junkie who had come out in the dead of night to buy Mana Addiction Potion for the first time.
Yet he was not one.
He had been a good child from beginning to end. Though he lacked the talent to become a transcendent, he had still diligently learned a craft. After working as an apprentice for several years, he had chosen to enroll in a crafts vocational academy.
Paul did not want to spend his whole life as an ordinary craftsman. Even though he could not become a transcendent, he still wanted to touch the transcendent world.
The path he had found was becoming a custom magic-item component craftsman.
In other words, he customized item components for spellcasters who specialized in adding magical effects to items but were not skilled at making the items themselves, fulfilling their special requirements.
As a custom craftsman, one usually had familiar regular customers. Paul did too.
Though he had not officially graduated yet.
His regular customer just happened to be an equally ungraduated young mage, Laila.
She was also his girlfriend.
A green young student couple.
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