The banquet lasted two hours. Once everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they began taking their leave one after another.
Lynn was also about to leave when Grom called out to him.
"Lynn, wait a moment."
Grom took several spatial bags and a bone plate from his robes and handed them to Lynn.
Lynn accepted them and sent his mental power inside.
The bone plate contained the names and communication frequencies of all his colleagues, along with some numbers.
And those spatial bags...
The first bag contained... twenty thousand Magic Stones!
The second had another twenty thousand...
The third, another twenty thousand...
Six bags, totaling one hundred and twenty thousand Magic Stones.
Lynn froze.
"This is..."
He looked up at Grom.
Grom smiled. "A small token from your colleagues, a farewell gift for you. Take it."
Whoa—were they really this generous?
Lynn fell silent for a moment, then understood.
Over the past ten years, he had kept a low profile at the outpost. Apart from Hask, he had little contact with the others.
Rather than "collegial friendship," these one hundred and twenty thousand Magic Stones were more like... an investment.
Hmm... the same idea Roland had.
A young man who had risen from One-Ring to Third Ring in ten years had limitless prospects. While they could still establish some connection with him, spending a little Magic Stone to build goodwill was a deal that could never lose.
He did not refuse. He put away the spatial bags and solemnly cupped his fists. "Thank you, everyone. Lynn will remember this kindness."
Since his colleagues thought so highly of him, he would accept it. Once he rose to prominence, he might even be able to look after them in return.
Grom nodded in satisfaction.
Then he took another spatial bag from