Ian's life in the Underworld gradually fell into a routine.
Once his power reached a certain level, even in such a harsh environment, life was no longer so difficult.
A few days later, a knock came from outside the stone house.
Ian opened the door to find Robert standing outside.
He wore the deep blue-gray robe of Shadow Moon Tower. His aura was much more solid than before, and his eyes held a complex expression.
"Ian," Robert's voice was a little hoarse.
Ian's expression was calm. "Come in."
Robert entered the house, took a cloth bag from his robes, and placed it on the table.
"The Magic Stones you invested in me... With principal and interest, it's nine hundred in total."
Ian didn't refuse and accepted the bag. "Congratulations on your promotion to High Level Apprentice."
"Thank you." Robert paused. Looking at Ian's placid gaze, he suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
