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"Creak."
Merlin opened the door and saw that the person standing outside was indeed Wizard Lorinka.
Lorinka seemed to have dressed up carefully today. She wore light makeup, a low-cut thin blouse that revealed a glimpse of snowy-white skin across her chest, and a white short skirt that exposed her fair calves. Her outfit made Merlin's eyes light up.
"Wizard Merlin."
Lorinka smiled faintly, then walked into the room. After looking around, she turned her gaze toward Merlin, a complicated expression appearing on her face.
Merlin frowned, seeming to guess something. He asked softly, "Wizard Lorinka, I borrowed five Contribution Points from you last time and haven't paid you back yet. I'll find a time to return them."
Only upon seeing Lorinka did Merlin remember that, before undertaking the Eastward City mission, he had borrowed five Contribution Points from her.
Lorinka shook her head slightly. "Five Contribution Points are nothing. There's no rush."
"By the way, how is the First-Level Spell, Berserk Flame, coming along?"
Merlin knew that Lorinka had been trying to construct a First-Level Spell ever since returning to the Dark Spirit Domain, but he did not know how things had gone.
Lorinka's expression shifted slightly before she shook her head and sighed. "The construction failed."
"Failed?"
Merlin was startled. Spellcasters whose construction