Chapter 83
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The profits from the magic scrolls were good, but at most, Caster worked like five regular mana scribes. He wasn’t a magicsmith yet, and the real money was in making reusable gear for adventurers or soldiers.

Getting a good commission from the noble lords to outfit their armies could make more money than selling to adventurers.

“Aye, the brat is working hard. He even asked me for smithing books…”

The demon said while the elf man smiled.

“He’s going to change classes again already…”

The two wer
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