For the next two days, Lynn stayed at the City Lord's Residence.
Every evening, Horne hosted a banquet, inviting all the wizards to drink together while welcoming the new guests.
Three more wizards arrived on the second day.
One was a gaunt old man who practiced Undead arts, named Grey.
One was a middle-aged witch who practiced defensive magic, named Salra.
The last was a young wizard who practiced illusions, named Pete.
By the third day, there were already more than a dozen people seated in the hall.
Everyone had more or less become acquainted, and no longer spoke so stiffly. The atmosphere was truly lively.
After several rounds of drinks, some began discussing bottlenecks in their cultivation, some complained about how difficult certain materials were to find, and others simply started making deals right at the banquet.
Although Lynn was somewhat drunk as well, he had not rushed to make a move.
He was waiting—waiting to learn more about each wizard, waiting for a suitable opportunity.
The next evening, the banquet ended early.
Lynn had only just returned to his room and sat down when he heard someone knock on the door.
"Brother Lynn, you're not asleep yet, are you?" It was Baro's voice, the gray-robed old man from the Summoning Department.
Lynn's heart stirred, and he had a rough idea why Baro had come.
When he opened the door, he saw Baro standing there with a smile, cradling an exquisite wooden box in his arms. Clearly, he had something to sell.
"There were too many people during the day, so some things weren't convenient to take out." Baro put on a mysterious air. "I heard you're looking for things from the Astral Department?"
Lynn nodded. "I am indeed looking."
Baro placed the wooden box on the table and