person made it hard.


    I have been standing here for over fifteen minutes.


    The aroma that annoyingly wafted in his direction let him know this was not a mere mortal treat. This made his stomach growl.


    I should eat my fill before returning to the Northern Wastes.


    … Who introduces themselves like this?


    … Farming Initiate?


    Head to the Great Market. The simulacra will be for sale on the tenth floor. I can be out of Lumina before the next hour—


    No, Cal. You can’t harm this man.


    [Tier] boost.


    It wasn’t my original intention, but perhaps I changed the fates of these people.


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    very happy about. He went from the back of the line, fifty feet away from the entrance, to the front in less than a few minutes.


    It helps that the mortals are exempt from the security checks.


    Technically, I would be considered an Apprentice, but the guild doesn’t know about my [Tier] rank increase yet.


    [Tier] rank increase with such nonchalance. It was usually a massive celebration that would have involved most of the core guild acknowledging his accomplishment.


    That may change once I regain access to elemental spells.


    … That smells so good.


    I need food anyway. It’s been close to five days since the last time I ate.


    Why am I being given strange looks?


    … Unless I was so focused on getting into the Great Market that I ignored the obvious.


    I’m getting the strange looks again.


    I would know. I had plenty.


    [Farmer] got as an allowance from the guild, but with the comments of the Initiates in Mariner’s Rest, it was less than the Trainees.


    … I can’t.


    I could have bought a hundred tools from Orrin for this much silver.


    I also made a mistake thinking Fintan is arrogant. I think he’s just overly naive and spoiled.


    I was right. He’s can’t be too self-important if he followed to learn more about me.