"Boen is a good kid," Fran Bulli said, ignoring him. "Although his talents are not sufficient, his diligence and tenacity are enough, and he doesn't blame heaven or others. No wonder Hill likes him so much."
Hill squinted and smiled: For Boen, who had to exert all his willpower to become an Archmage, life had completely changed from being Hill's personal servant to striving to be a teacher at the King's Academy.
"Once the demon business is over, I'll take him there," Adrian decided. "I have to pick an inheritor soon."
"But this bomb formula," Adrian said somewhat puzzled, "I remember His Majesty the King sent people to buy it a while ago, didn't he? Wasn't it said that the Undead Tribe could exchange it for military exploits?"
"You never think," Fran scoffed. "Greenberg just opens his mouth and claims it's for fighting demons; how could he ask for money for the formula? He wants it for free."
