"Saleen," Faerun suddenly popped out from behind and called out to him, frightening Saleen.
"Sir," Saleen answered respectfully. Faerun was now a sorcerer, and Saleen realized that Faerun’s appearance had changed. It seemed like Faerun had become younger.
"Why did you leave the tent? The viscountess was talking about something very important."
Saleen laughed embarrassingly and pointed to his head. He said, "It’s all in here." From the day that Saleen left Ceylon City, he had been assimilating information that he had previously read and was not a rookie to the ways of survival. What the viscountess was talking about was all from the books. Furthermore, he had experienced what it was like living outside, so he had more experience than those mages in the tent.
"Alright. Regarding the Figaro formula, you can come to me if you have any questions. But don’t go around spreading the knowledge to others."
