Michael was on his way to Bartholomew House of Witchery for the third time in a week.
Almost two weeks had passed in the Origin Expanse, but to the outside world, only a little over a week had passed. Some of the staff at the shop knew how much money Michael had earned on those three trips, and that he spent the entire fortune he had earned.
From their point of view, it was ridiculous how much money Lords could earn, and how much they had to spend. It was crazy.
Michael immediately walked over to the Witchery Bazaar where three staff members led him inside the appraisal room.
'Now that I am set to enter the Saphirelake Military Academy, I should advance to the 1st Tier before the 20th,' Michael thought while retrieving the blueprints and carcasses he wished to sell.
