Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Seeing that Lance remained silent—

Movenna spoke very softly, yet each word seemed to squeeze out from between her teeth, carrying a chilling edge.

“You don’t… happen to have no stock, do you?”

Lance swallowed, cold sweat instantly pouring down.

“I… I do… probably…”

His answer lacked confidence.

The smile on Movenna’s face didn’t change, but the hand pressing on Lance’s shoulder gradually increased in strength.

He felt like his collarbone was about to shatter.

“A total of 900 units of Hemostatic Ointment.”

“Do you have them?”She bit down heavily on those last words.

Lance seemed to see the veins bulging on Aunt Movenna’s forehead, and behind her, the faint silhouette of a malicious ghost.

900 units?!

His vision darkened.

If he started now and worked nonstop—no sleep, no rest—like an emotionless machine until the joint extermination mission ended…

this batch… maybe… possibly… could be finished?

“Yes! I do! I do!!”

Lance nodded frantically like a pecking chicken, his voice cracking from shouting.

“Good.”

Movenna nodded in satisfaction. The strength in her hand loosened slightly, but her fist clenched with a cracking sound.

“Before noon every day, I’ll have porters come to your residence to collect the goods. Understood?”

Fortunately, she had signed a phased delivery agreement with the guild. If it had required full delivery at once, she’d already be considering dismantling this brat and selling his parts to cover the penalty.

“Understood! Completely understood!”

Lance straightened his body and shouted his guarantee.

“I’ll go back and make them now! Immediately!”

Before he even finished speaking, he shot out of the potion shop like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He moved so fast that a small gust of wind swirled at the doorway.

If he didn’t run now, he was genuinely afraid this aunt would punch him to death right at the counter.

Watching Lance flee in panic, Movenna stood in place, rotating her wrist with cracking sounds.

“Brat runs pretty fast.”

She snorted, then turned to look at Flora, who was shrinking behind the counter with a terrified expression.

“Flora, stay away from that kid in the future.”

Movenna advised earnestly.

“At a glance, he’s the kind full of lies who specializes in tricking girls. Don’t end up helping him count money after he sells you.”

Flora hugged the half-eaten chocolate ball and nodded like a pecking chick.

She had been hiding in the corner just now, barely daring to breathe, truly thinking Aunt Movenna was about to rip Lance’s head off and use it as a ball.

For Lance’s safety, she’d better just obediently listen.

……

White River City, Violet Academy Central Plaza.

The morning sunlight shone over the pristine white marble ground, making this ivory tower appear sacred and solemn.

At the center of the plaza, about thirty young men and women in violet uniforms had already gathered.

They were the students selected for this off-campus internship in Graystone Town.

The leading instructor had just finished an impassioned pre-departure speech, and now it was the final free time before setting off.

For these fledglings who had never truly witnessed bloodshed or battle, this internship felt more like a field trip backed by official approval.

Some clung to their parents who came to see them off, reluctant to part, eyes red with tears.

Others gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing.

They excitedly bragged about how many useful items they had prepared for this adventure.

Yet in an inconspicuous corner of the plaza, the atmosphere was completely different from the surrounding cheerfulness.

“Wuwuwu… my Cecilia…”

A tall female elf with dazzling platinum-blonde long hair was clinging to Cecilia, crying without any regard for her image.

“This time, you must come back safely! If even a single hair is lost, your aunt won’t go on living either!”

Syl clung like a needy big cat, rubbing her cheek frantically against Cecilia’s fair, delicate face, as if she wanted to hang her entire body onto her niece.

Cecilia was being squeezed to the point of struggling to breathe, but she didn’t push her aunt away. Instead, like soothing a child, she gently patted Syl’s back.

“Alright, alright, Aunt. It’s just an internship for a while.”

The girl’s voice was soft and helpless, clearly already used to such scenes.

Standing nearby, Gideon felt his eyelids twitch. He couldn’t help but speak:

“Syl, that’s enough.”

“A fledgling must eventually learn to fly on its own. Your constant protection will only break her wings and hinder her growth.”

Hearing this, Syl, who had been sobbing, suddenly turned her head.

Her tear-streaked face instantly filled with terrifying killing intent as she glared viciously at the old man.

“It’s all your fault, you old geezer.”

Syl glared at Gideon with endless resentment.

“If it weren’t for you stirring things up, how would Cecilia have left me to go to such a godforsaken place!”

“And you even rejected my application to accompany the team as a safety officer! I think you’re tired of living!”

Seeing the faint flicker of magical light at her fingertips, Gideon immediately broke into a cold sweat.

Let you go?

If she really went along and Cecilia got even a tiny scratch, she’d probably flatten the entire Graystone Town in retaliation.

At that point, what internship would there be? It might as well be renamed post-disaster reconstruction.

“Aunt, please don’t speak to Professor Gideon like that.”

The girl gently tugged at Syl’s sleeve, her face showing difficulty.

The moment her niece spoke, Syl’s ferocious expression switched instantly, like flipping a mask, back into a deeply doting gentleness.

“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to Cecilia.”

She pressed her face against the girl’s hair again, rubbing affectionately, looking utterly blissful.

“Our Cecilia is so polite, truly an angel.”

Gideon watched this scene and shook his head helplessly.

He knew very well where Syl’s almost pathological doting came from.

It was the grief for her deceased sister, all poured in doubled measure onto this child.

Elves possessed long lifespans, and although half-elves lived longer than humans, to pure-blood elves, it was still but the span of a fleeting moment.

In Syl’s long life, Cecilia could only accompany her for a short stretch.

Because she knew this bond was destined to be brief, she wanted to pour as much love as possible into the limited time they had.

At that moment, in the distance, the magical transport vehicle roared to life, and the assembly whistle sounded.

Cecilia could only reluctantly break free from Syl’s embrace and bow to the two.

“Aunt, Professor, I’m leaving.”

After speaking, the girl adjusted her slightly disheveled collar and turned to jog toward the group.

Watching that slender figure gradually recede into the distance, the smile on Syl’s face instantly collapsed. Her brows furrowed tightly, her face filled with worry.

Gideon stood beside her, keenly noticing that something about his old colleague’s mood was off.

This concern seemed to go beyond mere worry for safety.