Eleanor's inquiry popped up just as Allen was figuring out how to turn over twenty thousand Magic Stones' worth of materials into combat power.
He looked at the few lines of polite yet stern text on the light screen and raised an eyebrow.
High-Risk Investment Monitoring Protocol? Projected Outcome Assessment Report?
Sounds pretty intimidating.
Any other apprentice, upon seeing the title "Senior Observer" and facing such an inquiry, would have probably panicked and scrambled to prepare all sorts of supporting documents.
In his past life, he'd written enough similar reports to stack from his desk to the ceiling. It was all about repackaging things, using language the other party could understand to justify his actions and paint a sufficiently enticing picture of the future.
He didn't even need a rough draft.
He recalled the countless nights in his past life spent pulling all-nighters to deal with inspections from his superiors.
