Perhaps due to Lena's extremely petite figure, her performance among the bed frames was not as elegant as her senior apprentice's.
Sain's constitution wasn't bad either.
At only sixteen years old, he had several years of growth ahead of him.
Based on his constitution growth rate, by the time he reached 25, when all aspects of his physical fitness would be at their peak, his constitution value was likely to exceed 12.
Compared to the constitution of strong Tauren or naturally talented Underworlders, Sain's constitution was indeed nothing special.
But among the Dark Magicians, his constitution was more than enough.
After all, not all Dark Magicians, like Scarface Joque, dedicated themselves to honing their constitution and strength.
Even Lena had a hard time dealing with Sain's strength, let alone other magic apprentices.
As the day of the grade assessment approached, the usually quiet Dark Magic Academy gradually became lively.
Many apprentices who had been out on missions returned, and even those who had been holed up in their dormitory or library appeared in various corners of the academy.
Except for his live-in girlfriend Lena, Sain actually had a few "friends" over the years.
It was difficult to survive as a lone ranger in the Dark Magic Academy without enough strength.
Especially for entry-level apprentices who had just arrived, they knew the importance of banding together and relying on the backing of others.
Sain had many ordinary friends, but there were only two he could truly trust and confide in.
"Hey, Fatty, long time no see," walking between many buildings of the magic academy, Sain greeted a pot-bellied magic apprentice walking towards him.
Fatty Bosch was one of the teenagers who arrived at Dark Magic Academy with Sain ten years ago.
They had fought side by side, and shared the experience of competing for and guarding food.
Therefore, over the years, their relationship had grown closer and closer.
Especially those magic apprentices who came during the same period, many of them have died due to various reasons, and Bosch and Sain should be the longest-standing friends among them.
One of the deceased low-level apprentice, Yilke, also happened to be Bosch's enemy.
Strictly speaking, Bosch was also one of the culprits who snatched food from Yilke's younger brother back then.
In response to Sain's greeting, Bosch was first stunned, then the fat on his face trembled, and he smiled and opened his arms to walk towards Sain.
The reason why Bosch did not recognize Sain at first was because Sain was wearing a white mask.
"Ha ha, Sain, I've heard about the big thing you accomplished in the past two months!"
"I heard that you were also accepted as a disciple by a great Dark Magician?"
"Is this mask the Pale mask you confiscated from Yilke's hands? It's a low-level magic tool, let me take a look."
Bosch is also a low-level apprentice, but unlike Sain, he is not interested in meditation and researching magic.
Instead, he likes business and is more interested in Black Gold.
Black Street is the commercial street inside Dark Magic Academy, but in Mosobla City, there are also several commercial streets, where the things sold are even more wild and often require dealing with underground subhumans or other dark creatures.
Bosch is currently working there, although he has not been accepted as a formal disciple by a Dark Magician, there seems to be the shadow of a certain Dark Magician behind the store he manages.
The iron phosphate powder and other casting materials that Sain purchased before heading to the Saltwater Crocodile territory were actually obtained from Bosch at a friendly price.
In the end, the greasy big hand did not touch Sain's mask, but instead patted his shoulder, which made Sain roll his eyes, still at Bosch's huge belly.
Bosch is only one year older than Sain, and it's hard to imagine how he got so fat in such a dangerous environment like the Shadowy Territory.
It seems that when he first came to the underground world, Bosch wasn't this fat?
Of course, this time when Bosch returned to Dark Magic Academy, it was not to compete for the academy's reward.
His strength is only in the middle and lower levels among low-level apprentices, and he came back this time mostly because he smelled an opportunity.
Starting three years ago, every time the academy was assessed, Bosch would sell his goods in the circle of low-level apprentices.
From casting materials to some unsound spell models, this guy had everything.
Of course, most of these are just some low-level stuff, with prices ranging from a few Black Gold coins.
After all, there aren't many rich people among the low-level apprentices, and the intermediate and higher-level ones don't care about Bosch's shoddy goods.
Or maybe Bosch has some good stuff, but he doesn't dare to show it to the intermediate and higher-level apprentices, for fear of being targeted.
Before Bosch could say anything else, Sain took off his mask himself and handed it to him.
After handing it over, Sain asked, "How much do you think this mask is worth in Black Gold coins?"
Bosch deftly handled the Pale mask with his greasy hands.
He was an expert in this field and knew that the shop he was in at Mosobla City occasionally sold low-level or intermediate-level magical items.
In response to Sain's question, Bosch examined the mask for a long time before saying, "It can be sold at a normal price of 120 Black Gold coins, but if you give it to me, bro, I'm willing to pay 150 Black Gold coins for it."
Bosch's reply vividly demonstrated the high price of magical items and the popularity of the alchemy profession.
However, Sain didn't completely believe Bosch's words.
With his opportunistic personality, even if he sold it to Bosch for 150 Black Gold coins, he was confident that he could sell it for a higher price.
As for the specific price he could sell it for, it depended on the buyer's financial situation and this fatty's eloquence.
In Mosobla City, because magical items were so rare, there were almost no fixed standard prices.
As the fatty was still flipping through Sain's Pale mask, and saw that he had no intention of returning it, Sain suddenly said, "This mask is indeed something I obtained from Yilke, but it seems to be a treasure given to him by a formal Dark Magician."
Sain's reply made Bosch jump in fright, and the Pale mask in his hand was thrown out and fell back into Sain's hands.
Bosch's timid appearance made Sain chuckle.
If it was more than two months ago, he would have been afraid of retaliation from a formal Dark Magician like Bosch.
But with the passing of two months, the formal Dark Magician of the plantation, Katherson, had not come to trouble Sain, so he gradually put down his worries.
In addition, Sain had more contact with his mentor Mosido and his senior sister Faye, and he knew that if he really encountered any trouble, his mentor would not sit idly by.
Because if a formal Dark Magician came to trouble Sain, it was like looking for trouble with his mentor Mosido.