"It would be great if Mister Moody could stay in the Academy."
After coming out of the trial branch, Lafame couldn't help but sigh.
Alice rolled her eyes at Lafame, "You wish. Mister Moody was supposed to retire because of his age. The Dean begged him for a long time before he agreed to come to the Academy."
"I know, but it's really satisfying to have a butler like Mr. Moody."
The trial system had been in place when the Academy was first established, but it was later suspended due to various reasons. After the City of the Night declared independence, the trial system was immediately restarted.
Many of the abandoned buildings in the Academy were reopened. The trial branch and the exchange point were now the most lively places in the Academy.
Trial points were now the Academy's hard currency. Alice and Lafame both had over a thousand trial points, which could be exchanged for many good things.
The exchange point's first floor was a large room similar to a bar. Many students were sitting at a table with a list in their hands, thinking.
After Lafame and Alice came in, they also found a table and sat down. Soon, a waiter came over and handed them two lists.
"These are the latest items that can be exchanged. Would you two like to drink?"
These waiter were ordinary residents of the City of the Night. The Academy had restarted the trial to provide them with jobs.
"No need." Lafame refused with a smile.
It had to be known that the drinks here required trial points to exchange. Lafame didn't pay attention the first time he came, causing him to use up more than half of his limited trial points.
Alice found the category of the magic staff and found that it wasn't any different from before. It seemed like she had to do what Moody said and go find Old John.
"Wow."
Lafame let out a cry of surprise, "Alice, look, the Fairy Forest map. It requires eight hundred trial points!
Oh my god. "
Alice also saw it. Fortunately, Lincoln had given them a map. Although they could buy a map of the Fairy Forest outside, it wasn't as detailed as the Hyena Blade Association's. It also didn't have the distribution of resources and magic beasts.
"I'll go find Mr. John. Lafame, you take a look first."
Alice already knew about the magic staffs on the list. Either they weren't strong enough, or they required too many trial points. None of them were suitable for her.
Alice found a waiter and asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. John here?"
"Mr. John is on the second floor. Please be quiet when you go up."
Old John was the manager of the redemption point. He rarely left the redemption point because there were many supplies that he needed to check.
There were fewer people on the second floor. Most of them were service staff. If there were no special needs, students would not come up to disturb Old John.
"Pure Heart Flower? You want to use it to make Deep Meditation Potion?"
"Yes, Mr. John. My mind has been damaged, and I hope to recover with the help of the Deep Meditation Potion."
"No."
John Senior knocked on his desk and rejected the student's request.
Compared to Moody, Old John was sloppy and much stricter, which made the student a little flustered.
"Mr. John … Please!"
"What's the hurry?"
John Senior glared at the student, "What I mean is that the Deep Meditation Potion is useless. Add another two hundred trial points. I just happen to have a batch of Rall Grass."
"Rall Grass!" The student was stunned, "Mr. John, you mean …"
"That's right."
John Senior nodded, "Your mental injury is quite serious. Just using the Deep Meditation Potion to stimulate it won't work. If you want to make the Deep Meditation Potion, then you should have prepared a lot of related materials. Just replace the main material with Rall Grass."
"But …"
"I know your difficulties."
John Senior picked up his pipe. To be honest, it wasn't suitable to light a pipe in the warehouse. John Senior knew what to do, but he habitually held the pipe in his mouth.
"There is a certain difficulty in making Rall's Spiritual Potion, but coincidentally, there is a teacher in Night City College who is the disciple of Rall's disciple …"
The student's eyes lit up, "Teacher Darcy!"
"That's right, that's her name. Bring the materials and find her. Give her a bit of processing fee. It shouldn't be a problem to make a low grade Rall's Spiritual Potion."
"I'll do it!" The student took the initiative to hand over his student card, "Thank you, Mr. John!"
"One Rall Grass. Next."
There were still several people in front of Alice in line. John Senior did have some ability. Alice felt deeply moved while waiting in line.
"Pretty girl, what do you want to exchange for?" Finally, it was Alice's turn.
Alice handed over her student card, "Hello, Mr. John. I need a magic staff."
"Magic staff …" John Senior thought carefully, "That means there isn't anything suitable on the list."
"Yes."
Alice said, "I need a magic staff worth one thousand to one thousand five hundred trial points. Mr. Moody said that you just happened to have a batch of wood from the Fairy Forest."
John Senior was stunned for a moment. He carefully looked at Alice, "As expected, I can't hide anything from Moody. One thousand three hundred and eighty-eight trial points. Come three days later to receive your magic staff. I guarantee that it will be the best wood from the Fairy Forest."
"Thank you, Mr. John!"
Alice received a special token from John Senior as proof of receiving her magic staff three days later.
Night City College had people who specialized in making magic staffs. Of course, these people's crafting skills were much better than the Forest Fairies. Therefore, the magic staffs in the college were made by the Forest Fairies.
The current Night City College and even the entire City of the Night were rising. This period would continue for a long time until some kind of balance was broken.
… …
Tulakara City.
Some people said that this city was an oasis in the desert. It was the city of hope for the desert humans. However, the battle for freedom and chaos never stopped here.
Cloning's long hair was tied into small braids like small snakes. At this moment, he was standing straight in Tulakara's execution ground.
He was surrounded by iron-blooded soldiers and Tulakara residents who were pointing at him. They were already used to this kind of scene.
Cloning had a scar on his face that extended all the way to his ear. This made his delicate face look somewhat ferocious.
The cold desert scimitar was pressed against the chin of the captive kneeling on the ground. Cloning's face was expressionless.
"This is the last interrogation. Longlei Long City (The border city between the Chaos Kingdom and the Freedom Kingdom. It is adjacent to Tulakara City)."
"Pei …"
The captive spat out a mouthful of blood, "Long live Chaos. Long live the Kabu Royal Family (The Chaos Kingdom's royal family) …"
Puchi!
A head flew up accompanied by a sky full of blood.
This head that was beyond recognition rolled several times on the ground and covered Tulakara City's yellow sand.
"Long live Longlei Long …"
Until his eyes closed, the captive still stubbornly let out a final cry.