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 were surprised by Caster's progress. They figured he couldn’t be an ordinary person since he already had his second class at eleven. There were ways to increase experience besides killing monsters and crafting.

“Do you think he used blood crystals, manager? He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“He didn’t show any signs of using them, probably not.”

The demon replied while lighting his pipe. The elven man cringed, not being a fan of smokers.

“We have him for another two years, so we can watch him closely
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