The finance department of Forged Fire Fortress.
"Settling the tuition for the 'Art of Forging the Workshop Will.'"
Master Mercer hadn't mentioned a word about money, but Allen knew it was something he had to take care of himself.
Numbers flickered on the light screen before finally settling.
[Account Balance: 332.98 Mid-Level Magic Stones]
Eighty Mid-Level Magic Stones, gone just like that.
That sum was enough for Allen to start another "New West" back at the academy.
Knowledge was the ultimate hard currency.
...
The guest rooms in Forged Fire Fortress were not comfortable.
In fact, comfort hadn't even been a consideration here. Everything was designed for efficiency.
Allen sat cross-legged on the rock-hard metal bed, with no intention of sleeping.
After his promotion to a First-level Wizard, his body, constantly nourished by Magic Power, had long since surpassed mortal limitations.
Sleep had become a method of rest he could choose, rather than a physiological necessity.
