Chapter 74: Revisiting the Magic Caster Guild, Are You from the Slane Theocracy?

The bustling central plaza.

As Tang Zheng walked down the street, many pedestrians noticed the Lesser Evil Dog and proactively cleared a path for him.

The inquiry from the middle-aged man inside the Adventurer's Guild was not worth Tang Zheng's concern.

When he took out those two bone chains from the Evil Dog to sell, he had already anticipated that someone would guess he had entered the Tob Forest.

However, no matter how much they guessed,

the people at the Adventurer's Guild could never believe that the turmoil occurring within the Tob Forest was caused by a human.

After all.

The disappearance of a large number of monster corpses alone was something beyond the imagination of humans in this other world who lacked the concept of spatial backpacks like item boxes.

Without even a trace left behind, the premise for any speculation could not be established.

"Magic Caster Guild 'Vice-Chairman' Beru-Ryu-Vanov-Grigori-Bertkin."

"Just reading this name tells you they aren't easy to deal with."

Tang Zheng felt a bit helpless, "I wonder if there are any magic items in the Magic Caster Guild that can translate text."

At this moment, it was already approaching noon.

Tang Zheng simply found a lively tavern, ordered some food, and incidentally wanted to make use of the place where all sorts of gossip circulated.

To figure out if anything had happened recently.

He had long noticed that the atmosphere in E-Rantel was not much different from a month ago, but the behavior of the city guards all indicated that something had indeed occurred.

If such a situation arose, there was a high probability that something had been sealed off by those above.

If that were the case, then buying information at the Adventurer's Guild would be meaningless; it would be better to rely on rumors instead.

However!

By the time he left the tavern, other than having a lunch that was finally not the simple food from the forest, he had gained absolutely nothing.

The Magic Caster Guild.

Ding-a-ling~

The dark brown doors opened automatically.

Tang Zheng entered the guild with practiced ease; compared to the Adventurer's Guild, it was still very deserted.

The two staff members at the front desk were different from when he last visited.

The young magic caster was still there, while the other middle-aged magic caster had been replaced by a similarly young one wearing light blue robes.

"No wonder the magic item for detecting monsters reacted; I thought it was broken."

"Is it actually an Evil Dog? And a cub at that?"

A lively and surprised voice came from the magic caster in the light blue robes.

Both spellcasters saw Tang Zheng walk in, their attention entirely focused on the Lesser Evil Dog, each with a look of astonishment.

Soon.

The other young magic caster, wearing black robes, saw Tang Zheng's appearance and remembered that this was the person who had come to buy magic scrolls a month ago.

After all, he had only seen that pure black hair once, so the impression was quite profound.

"Are you here to buy magic scrolls again?"

The black-robed magic caster asked.

"Not this time, I want to buy a magic item." Tang Zheng walked to the counter and spoke softly and gently.

Most of the magic scrolls sold in the Magic Caster Guild were auxiliary in nature, and Tang Zheng currently had no interest in them.

The only thing he cared about was life magic that could increase his tier.

But life magic had certain issues after increasing in tier, and with his limited skill points at the moment, Tang Zheng had no plans to purchase any for now.

A magic item?

Both the black-robed magic caster and the blue-robed magic caster showed expressions of surprise in their eyes.

The price of magic items was extremely expensive.

Judging solely by Tang Zheng's current attire, they did not think he was a wealthy person.

"Do you have any magic items that can translate text?" Tang Zheng asked again.

"Translate text?"

"Who would make such a useless magic item!"

"Besides, even if magic items are miraculous, there are things they simply cannot do!"

The blue-robed magic caster suddenly raised their head and said loudly.

The young man in black robes quickly reached out to pull the sleeve of the blue-robed magic caster, then apologized to Tang Zheng: "Sorry, we do not have the kind of magic item you are talking about here."

Tang Zheng glanced at the agitated blue-robed magic caster and nodded calmly.

It was not unexpected.

He remembered that Sebas, one of the guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, had a pair of glasses-type magic items that could translate text.

The grade seemed to be a high-tier item.

There were not many magic items made by humans in this world that truly interested Tang Zheng.

"By the way."

Tang Zheng changed the subject as if he had remembered something, and while taking out a piece of white paper from his bosom that shimmered with a faint luster and looked quite durable, he said:

"May I ask, does this place purchase magic materials like this paper?"

Under the illumination of the cylindrical light source overhead that emitted perpetual light, the clean white paper faintly shimmered with a subtle, pale white magical glow.

The two, one of whom had been annoyed and the other who had been wearing a professional smile with a hint of arrogance in their eyes, were immediately captivated by the paper in Tang Zheng's hand.

"How many sheets do you have!"

"We'll take them all!"

The young blue-robed magic caster leaned forward suddenly, their expression excited, and they snatched the paper from Tang Zheng's hand without ceremony, examining it closely while speaking rapidly. Huh?

Tang Zheng's eyes flashed; this was somewhat unexpected.

According to the information verified by "Item Appraisal," this paper, created using second-tier magic, could preserve text written on it for a hundred years.

Perhaps it was indeed somewhat precious.

But it shouldn't have made the blue-robed magic caster in front of him act so excited.

"Completely meets the standard."

The blue-robed magic caster moved their gaze away from the white paper, looked at their companion, nodded firmly, and spoke in a low voice.

The look of surprise on the black-robed youth's face intensified.

"I remember you are a magic caster of the faith-based system, right?" The black-robed youth turned to look at Tang Zheng.

"That's right." Tang Zheng replied.

"Who produced this kind of paper? Sorry, we currently need a large amount of this paper. If the creator is willing, we can purchase it at a price of 1 silver coin for 10 sheets."

The black-robed youth said earnestly.

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Second-tier papermaking could produce 700 sheets; calculating by this price, one could obtain 70 silver coins, or 5 gold and 5 silver, just by consuming a little mana.

Tang Zheng felt a bit surprised in his heart.

If he produced some every day for a month, the income alone would reach over 160 gold coins, easily achieving financial freedom.

"That won't be necessary, I made it." Tang Zheng waved his hand.

"You?"

The black-robed youth was stunned.

Even the blue-robed magic caster, who had been studying the paper, looked up at Tang Zheng.

"Impossible!"

Of the two, the black-robed youth, who usually appeared more composed, suddenly let out a somewhat shrill sound.

"A month ago, you clearly bought a zero-tier 'Papermaking' scroll here."

"If you had mastered 'Papermaking,' why would you spend money to buy it!" The black-robed youth's emotions were unusually agitated.

That visible arrogance and hostility were revealed.

Tang Zheng's gaze turned cold, the icy aura from slaughtering goblins and monsters in the forest for a month emerged, and his eyes, half-hidden by hair he hadn't groomed in a month, were revealed.

"Is there a problem?"

He looked at the black-robed youth with emotionless eyes and said coldly.

"You, you..."

The black-robed youth shivered, their neck feeling inexplicably cold, and they couldn't help but take a step back.

Immediately after.

"Do you know where this is!" The black-robed youth realized their ugly state of being frightened just now, their expression becoming somewhat twisted, embarrassed into anger.

"Enough!"

The blue-robed magic caster, who had been annoyed with Tang Zheng earlier because of the magic item issue, spoke seriously instead.

"Albert, was what you said just now true?" The blue-robed magic caster looked at the black-robed youth earnestly.

"What, what, true?"

The black-robed youth was caught off guard by the sudden question and didn't react.

"I understand."

The blue-robed magic caster turned to look at Tang Zheng, "Please wait a moment, sir."

Having finished speaking.

He hurried toward the stairs of the Mages' Guild.

For a moment.

The entire hall was left with only the black-robed youth and Tang Zheng.

The atmosphere became somewhat strange.

The black-robed youth's face turned slightly pale; he turned his head away, no longer looking at Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng, however, became increasingly curious.

It seemed "papermaking" hid secrets he did not know.

He did not wait for long.

Accompanied by the sound of two sets of footsteps treading on the stairs.

The blue-robed mage followed cautiously behind an old man wearing a gray magic robe that looked plain and simple.

If one observed carefully, one could see that the gray magic robe had quite a few patches; clearly, it was not a magic item.

This old man had gray hair and a blank expression; the wrinkles on his face were as numerous as creases on book pages, and his entire face was pulled tight.

He gave the impression of being not only difficult to get along with but also extremely rigid.

"Teacher."

Seeing the old man appear, the black-robed youth hurriedly walked forward in a panic, wanting to support him.

Yet the old man swung his arm away, ignoring the black-robed youth; despite his advanced age, his gait was very vigorous.

The other party first glanced at the paper placed on the counter, then raised his head to look at Tang Zheng.

"Are you from the Silianjiaoguosuo?"

The old man's voice was cold, his eyes half-squinted as he looked at Tang Zheng's black hair.

(End of chapter)