"May victory and glory be hers," Lancelot replied cautiously, before explaining, "We're on a commission that requires us to go to various lower-level maps, and now it seems we have no choice but to find the Eye of Sarezdon."
"Indeed, I'm glad we can share the same interests," Satugura said with an uncomfortable smile on his fox-like face, and he grabbed three magic wands from the table, "Here, take them. I believe in the abilities of the Twin Bridges Town mercenaries; you'll certainly bring me a pleasant surprise."
There's a saying in the bamboo slips about spiritual cultivation—the gratuitous offer of help is from none other than a plotter or a thief—which couldn't be more apt to describe how Lancelot felt right now. His spirit perception didn't notice anything amiss for the moment, so he cautiously took the magic wand. However, he still kept an eye out and decided to let the Scholar study them later for any possible trickery.
"Good luck to you."
