There aren't many ways to make money in a short time, so Charles planned to craft more revival pills recently.
This miracle drug, used for healing, is quite popular and fetches a good price.
If the success rate of his crafting improves, there will still be a decent profit margin.
On his way back, Charles kept thinking, "If more people come this afternoon, and I can loot some bodies, maybe I'll strike it rich!"
He just didn't know if the attackers who came after him had any loot that would belong to him after being slain.
"After all, I was the bait, surely I deserve a share of the fish that gets caught." Charles thought as he returned to the academy.
Time passed quickly, and the afternoon classes came to an end.
After briefly chatting with Catherine, Charles left the academy and headed to the place he had arranged to meet Byron.
He pulled out his phone and sent Byron a message:
[I'm here, where are you?]
